When Russell woke up from the brief paralysis caused by the impact and severe pain, he heard a steady and old voice coming from the corner.
He did not respond immediately, but immediately endured the severe pain and raised the sharp blade, looking at the mercenary who was originally confronting him.
But all he saw was a headless body lying on the ground.
……fine.
Mr. Bad Sun finally did not betray me.
Russell had some complicated thoughts in his mind.
He knew very well that with his level it was impossible to even get close, let alone decapitate him with one sword.
It was almost impossible to perform the miracle of being able to knock off projectiles with a sword under extreme fear and tension. If Russell were to perform it again, he would probably be killed on the spot.
However, if he makes one mistake, I'm afraid he will be blown to pieces...
...No, wait.
I see.
Russell suddenly realized Bad Day's train of thought.
Because Russell is a fake hero, this sword was not cut by him at all. He has no military training, and such a dexterous body relies entirely on the talent he received from his spiritual relatives.
Just like humans who have dogs as their spiritual relatives, they may have a sense of smell close to that of canines; humans who have pigeons as their spiritual relatives may inherit the ability to identify the direction of magnetic fields. This is not necessarily a change in the organs, more
It is a kind of "spiritual connection" that is almost superpower.
For example, Bad Day's nose structure is the same as Russell's, but his sense of smell is probably stronger than that of ordinary people - how strong it is depends on luck.
Just like Russell's mother - her digestive system is not weak, just like ordinary people. Even other foods and medicines have no taboos and can be eaten normally.
But she just can't eat chocolate...just because "desert cats can't eat it either". No other reason.
This kind of unreasonable connection that transcends cause and effect is the "spiritual relationship" passed down through blood.
In order to prevent your child from suddenly breaking out into taboos and causing him to burp, when young children begin to gradually become spiritually related, they should undergo a physical examination to identify individual characteristics and clarify personal taboos and strengths.
Bad Day must have received his physical examination report from his parents when he was young. That's why he knew that he could remain relatively safe in battle.
However, with Russell's strength, facing an enemy of this level, it would be difficult to defeat him even one-on-one.
Not to mention one against four.
——So, bad days are deliberately waiting for you to get hurt.
At least the injury must be to the extent that it will significantly affect combat effectiveness. For example, there must be obvious damage to internal organs, muscles and bones.
Only in this way, after Russell becomes famous, will it not cause him trouble that he cannot solve because his fame is much higher than his real level.
Russell then had an excuse of "not as strong as in the news".
In other words, Bad Ri has always been on the edge of OB. The moment the other party caused obvious enough injuries to himself, Bad Ri immediately beheaded the man out of thin air from a distance of a hundred meters, without letting him inflict any truly fatal injuries to himself.
...You should tell me in advance.
Russell muttered in his heart and slowly felt relieved.
Of course, Russell himself knew it in his heart - if he had known that he was going to be injured on purpose, the injury might be more serious. For example, he might not be able to intercept the exploding projectile. And he didn't have enough determination.
I'm afraid it won't be able to inspire the true power of this psychic weapon at all.
But this feeling of surviving a disaster still made him feel exhausted.
"--Your Mightiness?"
The old man called again, and only then did Russell react.
"I'm fine."
Although he was still very tired and complaining in his heart, Russell immediately put on a pure business smile: "No need to worry, old man. The remaining three people have also been knocked down by me. We are safe.
.”
It's "we" not "you".
Russell emphasized this point.
"That's great, sir! You saved our lives!"
The captain, who was tied to the captain's chair and could only operate the airship in front of him without turning back, could not see Russell at all. He could only shout loudly without looking back: "When you regain some strength, can you?"
Will you untie me as soon as possible? I can't reach the operating lever that makes the airship start to slow down and descend, so I can only control the airship to hover above Happy Island."
"no problem……"
Russell replied gently.
He did not bear the pain, but made no secret of his weakness and staggered to the captain's side.
After he lost his "determination", the light blade on the psychic weapon also disappeared and turned back into the ordinary short sword before.
Russell gasped, forcefully removing the rope from the captain's body and carefully removing a device with a needle hanging from his neck.
Then, he turned around and untied the old man in the corner.
Even though his shirt was removed, tied to a corner and unable to move, and handcuffed, he was still energetic and his eyes were calm and calm. It was as if he had already seen scenes many times bigger than this, and there was nothing in his eyes.
No fear at all.
Yes, this is an extremely rare elf old man - the clock in the corner of Russell's vision told him that this year is 1202.
The word "elf" is the transliteration of "long-lived species" in the human language. The pronunciation of the word "human" also comes from the "short-lived species" in the elven language.
The biggest difference from humans is that elves do not have "spiritual kinship". They do not have any animal characteristics, only pointed ears.
In Russell's view, these elves are more like "human beings" in his impression than "human beings".
In fact... among the knowledge Russell learned, there are some elf scholars who believe that the phenomenon of "spiritual kinship" is a kind of "degeneration".
If all the beast-like characteristics are removed through a computer model, what is left will be the appearance of an elf. They believe that it is precisely because of the phenomenon of spiritual kinship that "short-lived species" cannot have a long lifespan.
Russell thought so too back then, but now Russell knows that this is nonsense. The knowledge from another world tells him that even without fluffy cat ears and dog ears, he still won't live for a hundred years.
But all elves have a life span of more than a thousand years.
But the man in front of Russell was already very old.
This means that this old man was probably born before "Year Zero".
"Please don't fight, or I might cut you."
Russell whispered softly and untied the old man.
The old man nodded slightly.
As for status...
No need to worry.
It can almost be said that all elves - 100%, are big shots.
Among the seven giant companies that rule the world, half of the positions at the highest level of their power, that is, the "board of directors" are occupied by Immortals.
In other words, elves control half of the power in this world.
The remaining half of the position is used for short-growing species to compete.
For short-lived species with a life span of less than a hundred years, at most they can barely preserve their wealth and status in the backward form of "family" and "kinship".
There will definitely be losses in this process, and the losses are huge. Coupled with the active intervention of elves, there are almost no human families that can maintain their status for more than four generations.
But almost all of these elves were born before the two world wars.
They experienced two world wars and gained enough benefits from the wars. But today's human beings don't even know who the two sides of the two world wars were.
Compared with the elves Russell saw in the art works of another world, who live in the forest and can only learn to shoot an arrow for thousands of years, and even cannot shoot well, the elves in this world are simply "
Solidified power".
They have not become lazy because of their longevity. Instead, they have become extremely patient, learning knowledge in various fields, and using the most conservative operating methods to slowly but surely expand the wealth and power in their hands.
The wealth gained by these elves has not been lost at all due to the change of generations... but has continued to expand with time.
And until now, they are still not dead. Even more than half of the elves are in their prime of life.
Such a long lifespan has allowed wealth and power to be directly solidified in their hands. Knowledge, secrets, relationships, influence, handles... At the same time, they are extremely united.
Although there are also extremely fierce struggles within the Immortal Species... as long as there are external enemies, the elves of all companies will unite and fight against the outside world.
Even humans with amazing talents can only climb to the starting point of elves in their lifetime. That is, they drag their bodies that are beginning to enter old age and enter the "board of directors." Less than fifty years later, they become
Bones, give back your place.
If there is anyone in this airship whose memory has special value...
Then there is no doubt that it can only be the old elf in front of me.
But another doubt arose in Russell's mind——
The characteristics of an elf are so clear that you can know its value just by looking at it. So, why do you have to search the memories one by one?
"Child," the old elf asked softly, "is the one in your hand the 'Beheading of a Saint'?"
"...You are?"
Russell felt a little uneasy.
He actually didn't know the origin of this psychic weapon, so he could only ask weakly.
"My name is Amirus. This name means 'persistence' in the Elvish language. And my identity is the general manager of the Thoth Psychic Energy branch in Happy Island."
The old man said calmly: "The mind protection chip behind your head is the third generation developed fifteen years ago. Its previous model was developed by the R&D team led by me sixty years ago."
He showed a gentle smile and said in an old and kind voice: "In fact, the psychic weapon in your hand was also named after me.
