MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 105 Group God [Second Container]

After people drank the spirits in their cups, their faces were either calm, their brows were tightly wrinkled, or the corners of their mouths raised into inexplicable smiles.

Only a bad day - after he raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the jug, he threw the pottery jug away.

The jug hit the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

"Since you have said so, teacher, you must be ready."

Bad Day took a deep breath.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for any response from the sheath, he reached out and grabbed the table knife in front of Delphinium.

After holding the silver table knife, Bad Day just put it down lightly...

But for him, "letting go" also means "killing".

When the blade fell naturally, the space in front of the sheath suddenly cracked like a shattered mirror.

The sheath is like a prophet, the body falls backwards, and at the same time the sharp knife at the waist is unsheathed in an instant!

He kept falling backwards and slid horizontally, the black wings around his waist suddenly flicked open, and a black whirlwind rolled up and down his whole body—but the ordinary blade actually blocked Bad Ri's slash that could cut through space. hit!

The blade in Bad Ri's hand suddenly turned blue and shiny.

Azure blue light came out from his table knife, and a light blade nearly half a meter long spewed out from the table knife.

And the blade in the sheath hand was also covered with a layer of black whirlwind—under the cover of the pitch-black whirlwind, a smear of dark green brilliance that was so deep that it almost turned black also covered the blade, making the ordinary iron sword as if It became a blade made of jasper.

Bad Ri stood there motionless, just waved the lightsaber in his hand. The light blade in his hand had clearly cut into the dining table and plate, but it did not cause any damage like a phantom.

The scabbard is very skilled in raising the sword in front of and blocking around, and the blade in his hand dances into a whirlwind. In front of and around him, eight flames shot out of the void almost simultaneously. Obviously Bad Ri just swung his sword once, but Void attacked the sheath eight times at the same time.

And the sheath is like a machine, making a flawless countermeasure, erasing all attacks with the smallest cost and movement.

As the azure blue brilliance dissipated, the faint blue sparks that entered and exited were like fading flower petals.

After Russell's redshift was raised to this level, he finally understood the blow at such a close range this time.

A long time ago, the "swordsmanship" that Bad Day used in front of himself; the "swordsmanship" that Zaisha used when he returned from Happy Island when killing people on the street...Why is Bad Day, who is also a student of Sheath, possessed this kind of swordsmanship, but Alice Didn't learn it?

It's not because of the eccentricity of the sheath, but because the essence of the so-called "swordsmanship" passed down from generation to generation is exactly a kind of power that can "sharp" the psionic energy and turn it into reality.

Restraining Redshift through a strong will, turning the ordinary iron in his hand, and even his fingers into temporary psionic weapons, releasing psionic energy in an invincible posture——

-yes.

This is the power that belongs to "Sage Beheading".

Using psionic energy as fuel and blood as the key, it is a psionic weapon that can increase toughness, length, and sharpness according to "determination". It was the first version of the psionic weapon that Alice obtained from Amirus.

Later, Russell also learned from Amirus that the psychic weapon is a permanent weapon made of living psykers, and its essence is "psychics living in the form of equipment"; and the psychic chip is A one-time psychic power obtained by synchronizing the memories and emotions of the psyker...

It's "disposable" simply because the company doesn't want users to be insane. If all the memories and emotions of a certain moment are completely imported, then the personality will be polluted by it, and the psionic energy that could be used will also be unusable.

But if it is said... If someone can synchronize part of the memory and emotion of the original holder of the "spiritual weapon" from the psychic weapon, and forget it when it is not needed... Will it be possible to permanently obtain a certain strength of the "secondary weapon"? What about "two spirits"?

- as Russell possessed, able to reproduce his

Human psychic powers are the same.

No wonder, Saint Beheading will remain in Bad Day's hands until he fully masters this ability before handing it over to Russell.

Because it's not some kind of "art".

Instead, it relies on the "technique" that can only be mastered by "sage beheading".

After making a sword, Bad Ri slowly lowered the blade.

It was as if after his attack was perfectly blocked by the sheath, he suddenly lost the desire to kill him.

Bad Ri said sarcastically: "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, teacher. I thought your sword skills would regress."

"Yeah, it's indeed regressing..."

Sheath's eyes were still covered with black cloth, so she couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He just said lightly: "Otherwise, you should be dead." "It's very difficult."

Bad Day sneered.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand.

As a blue brilliance bloomed in the air, a belated black sword energy that appeared out of thin air was chopped into pieces by him.

"—Because if I don't want to, it will never touch me."

"Just like your past?"

Sheath responded calmly.

As soon as his voice fell, Bad Ri's face became gloomy.

"It's all thanks to you, teacher."

"That's not what your psionics say."

Behind him was a man with black wings and messy and withered long black hair, still without any expression on his face: "If you really hate me...why do you have to come in?"

Russell remembered that the psionic power possessed by Bad Sun was called "Dead Sun".

The more strange and distant the existence that makes Bad Day feel, the farther away it can be contacted. That is a powerful spiritual energy that redefines physical distance with the distance of the mind.

Unlike Russell's flashy psychic power... The psychic power mastered by Bad Day is simple and powerful.

Being able to attack the enemy from a long distance... and after crossing the Leviathan wall, it is clear that the "Cursed Sun" has also undergone a qualitative change. Not just locking the "human" with a mind, but also starting to be affected by his psychic power along with the forces that attacked him. Attacks from others will never reach him as long as he is unwilling to accept and admit it.

An attack that cannot "reach" the target is meaningless no matter how powerful it is.

—Russell knew that Sheath's words were absolutely correct.

The ability to kill people from a long distance mastered by Bad Day has helped Russell many times in the past. Whether it's Kamalser, Sai Lun, or Tiansong, he has intervened in it. If Bad Day wants to, he can attack the sheath from a long distance now.

If you can't see it, even the sheath can't block the attack of the bad sun all the time.

But the bad day approached until it was only a table away from the sheath before attacking the sheath. Under this distance, the sheath can accurately judge the timing of the bad day's attack, and respond with reaction and experience. Judging from his calm reaction, it was obvious that Bad Sun couldn't hurt the sheath at this distance.

So why does Bad Sun attack at a greater distance?

There is only one answer. That's what he can't do.

"The truth is...you still love me, Nan Liujing. Our enemy is the monkey-faced eagle, and you must know this. But you still attacked me. You are trying to use this radical method to fight me Cutting. You're trying to tell yourself that you still hate me."

Sheath said lightly: "But you can deceive yourself, but you cannot deceive the sun. The distance between you and me is only 'a table away.

"I'm a little curious now...why there's no more and no less, it just happens to be 'one table'? This distance...

"Oh, I understand. It's because when I was at Nan's dining table, I was separated from you by this distance."

The man didn't attack, didn't leave the table, didn't even look at the bad day. He was still holding the wine glass in his left hand, and when he lowered his head, he didn't know he was paying attention.

Looking at the glowing blade in his hand, or the wine glass with not a single drop left.

Sheath said to herself, like an old man: "You should be thirty-eight years old this year... Oh no, it should be thirty-nine years old. I remember your birthday is March 1st, and your birthday should have passed by now Almost thirty years have passed, and you are still the teenager you used to be.”

"-teacher."

The bad day interrupted the words of the sheath.

He also didn't look at the sheath. He looked down at the half-eaten sumptuous meals on the table, intact from the heat of battle. Because between the two, no matter whether it was attack or defense, they did not spread their power to the surroundings.

"'It doesn't matter whether I live or die, no one cares about my existence. I am so small, I am but a grain of sand in the age....

"'—and therefore, if with my power, I can set off a small wave in this era and engrave my name in history. That would be my honor." Bad Day raised his head and said word by word : "Teacher, this is what you said."

"Ah, yes."

Sheath replied flatly: "I have told many people. I have said it many times." "Does it still count now? Do you still think so?"

"I'm still walking on this path so far," Sheath replied without any hesitation, "I have dedicated everything to it."

"Ha. It doesn't matter, no one cares..."

Bad Day sneered briefly: "Among the things you offer...does it include Alice? And me? Or is there a deer head? The Tower of Babel? And Russell? Among the things you offered, what else? Is it truly yours?" "Pain. Happiness. Destiny. Memory. Ideal. Will."

The voice of the sheath is low and hoarse, reminiscent of silver-gray iron wings, or ice picks hanging from the window sill in winter: "Including my own life and existence. If you ask for it, you can take it."

Russell suddenly asked, "What do you want to do?"

He originally wanted to prevent Bad Sun from attacking the sheath at this time-after all, the sheath is their main force to kill the monkey-faced eagle.

Among them, only the sheath has the power of the "anti-electron" holy order. Facing the monkey-faced eagle that can copy, split, hide, and download itself at any time, as a virus program that surpasses human intelligence, only the sheath can completely kill the opponent.

Objectively speaking... at least they can't do anything with the scabbard until the monkey-faced eagle is killed.

But now, even Russell couldn't help the killing intent in his heart. The sheath is always like this, with the ability to provoke people easily. Every word he said was extremely sincere and serious, but his words combined with his actions made people unable to help but get angry.

"I've already told you about that, Russell."

Sheath looked up and looked at Russell: "I'm disappointed. You didn't remember my words.

"Everything I do is to not become a void person, a boring person.

"Human beings cannot get rid of their animal nature. If they are not satisfied and there is a hole deep in their hearts, then no matter how powerful, strong, and intelligent they are, they will eventually become devils like Peter Pan. Because they are not Know exactly what they want to do. The 'happiness' they feel is a scam from hormones, and the happiness they feel is also illusory.

"Human personality, emotions, intelligence, and logical thinking also come from the deception of the brain, which is the gene engraved in their blood, and after extremely complicated calculations, they have given them these cognitions.

"Just for a command sent from the brain, the secret command that can also be issued by means of 'brainwashing' such as drugs, surgery, chip micro-shock, etc., to do something resolutely, abandoning life and death. That is what human beings are called Evidence of 'brain' manipulation by parasites.

"If human beings want to transcend nothingness and boredom forever, they must transcend their own will and all the instructions given to you by the 'brain' to give you genetic intuition. Only in this way can humans transcend their animal nature."

"—You've gone mad, Sheath. Have you been completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming sense of guilt and despair?

Did two glasses of wine get you drunk? "

Bad Ri said coldly: "What the **** are you talking about? Listen to yourself, are these words still human?"

"Maybe I'm crazy, but maybe I'm sane. If everyone drinks the water of the madman, the only one who doesn't drink is the madman..."

There was still no expression on Shea's face: "As for drunkenness, it is just a manifestation of brain confusion. But when people are not drunk, are human decisions correct? Since it is not necessarily correct in the first place, is it possible to make decisions after brain confusion? Is it possible that something happened?"

As he spoke, his originally red cheeks turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No impulse, no obsession, no excitement, no hatred, no nostalgia. Like an empty shell, like a faceless robot model wearing a coat and posing in a shopping mall, the sense of disobedience can even make people feel fear.

"I'm disappointed, Russell. I've shown you everything, and you should understand what choice I made."

Sheath's tone remained unchanged: "I come to see you with anticipation and hope. I don't want to reveal all the surprises by myself."

And at this moment, Russell finally realized what—

That was a sentence that Sheath said to herself before the deer head portrait...

[I found a crazy mage. With his help, his brutal transformation, I was able to not link to the 'scripture, server because he transformed my brain into a cyborg, making my brain itself a local server...]

"...There is no need to talk to him anymore."

Russell suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked Bad Sun.

Bad Day didn't question or object, but quietly looked back at Russell. "Because the [sheath] is dead."

Russell replied in a low voice: "Now he is just an empty shell." To those who want to kill me—

But you will never succeed.

because…..

The bad day raised his hand again, and the table knife cut the distance—the black cloth was cut and fell to the ground.

This time, the sheath didn't resist or block.

He seemed to know that the attack would not hurt him the moment he saw the attack.

In Sheath's eye sockets covered by the black cloth, there is still that faint yellow halo.

But the scarlet flesh and tiny blood vessels pulsating like tentacles could no longer be seen in it. All his flesh and blood were removed. His face was cleansed, bionic skin over metal and plastic.

About 50% to 60% similar to Russell's face, but completely without eyes, not even eye sockets. Under the black cloth is a "blindfold" that glows like a robot. But Russell knew that it was the halo of an angel.

Today he no longer needs blood vessels to feed his cyborg brain.

— which means that the sheath has taken that last step. Completely abandoning his flesh and blood, uploading his thoughts, he became the partner of Sheng Sheng and Lycaon.

And even more than that....

"Yes, I'm dead. I'm glad you remembered, and glad you realized, Russell."

"Sheath" still replied calmly, her voice was like a mechanically synthesized voice: "I am very happy about this.

"Because 'I, I should have died. Because 'I, I wanted to die. Because it would be better for everyone if I died.

"Because if that useless "I" could have died earlier, those tragedies would not have happened. But I'm still happy for 'me'. Because 'I' finally made up my mind and completely dedicated what I have The last possession—life. But that's not enough.

"The personality shaped in the past life, that is, the internal tendency and psychological characteristics of the individual's behavior in social adaptation to people, things, and himself, is also one of the reasons why I am fragile and incompetent." .

"Therefore, I took the initiative to ask for promotion-when I was sublimated, my old personality was erased. Now I am an artificial intelligence deep learning

My pure new self reshaped from a non-simulated perspective after my visual memory.

"I seem to have been deprived to be inalienable. But in fact, I should have done so long ago. Just because of inner timidity and escape, I chose to back down at every moment when I should stand up.

"The only regret is probably not being able to catch up with you to get married and have children. This makes me feel a little regretful as a 'father. But he missed more than this, and it doesn't matter. However, as a proof of new life—I still I hope you're the first to witness this, 'my, son. Not the hawk. That's why I got here before the war started."

"... When did you complete the last step?"

Russell was silent for a long time before asking.

"It started half a day ago and just finished. It's still hot." Sheath said flatly, "After what you said to the Pope. He attaches great importance to what you said—mind uploading does not represent the human spirit. It will not deteriorate because of this. Even if they gather to become a god, it does not mean that they will not be divided again.

"So he recalled me and asked me to 'upload'—after the human race completes the great integration, I will act as the antivirus software and immune system of the 'group will, and correct all mistakes. What I use now is just a tool that has been downloaded to the present It’s just the body of the world.”

"...That is to say," Russell said word by word, "until the end, your 'death' is still someone else's decision for you... right?"

"That should be the case. Since you don't have the ability to lead others, you should obey orders."

The sheath replied flatly: "In the end, the 'sheath shouldn't choose the blade from the very beginning. It should be the sword that chooses the sheath. I don't have any special talents~www.novelbuddy.com~ It just fit Alice. After leaving Alice, I lost the meaning.

"People just saw the gorgeous sheath, so they had some expectations for the beauty of the blade in the sheath. So they handed over freedom, power and responsibility to the sheath. But it is just an empty sheath after all. Anyway, It is also impossible to conjure a blade out of thin air. If you can't do it, you can't do it.

"Since this is the case, it is better to completely destroy my despicable and fragile mortal nature, together with my corroded personality and corrupted life—only my wisdom, will, talent, and strength remain as the ultimate 'shell.

"—Do you understand, God's Vessel? If you have doubts, I can continue to answer them for you."

In the halo of the sheath, a faint yellow light shone.

His voice was still calm without any fluctuation: "The one standing in front of you is the [Second Container] of the group god."

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