Chapter 442 Fallen Angel

It was not a human gesture, but it was not an angel at all.

The pure black angel halo has the luster and texture of a black diamond... but it is completely broken.

It was like bullet-proof glass that had been hit with a sledgehammer, riddled with bullets and covered in spider webs of cracks, and then barely held together. Therefore, there is still a very obvious gap in the middle.

It's not the feeling you get when wearing an eye patch, nor is it like a golden hoop that fits into your scalp.

Instead, it is completely embedded in the skull and under the scalp in a closer posture.

——It’s like a “chip”.

"Sheath" no longer has eyes. He didn't even have eye sockets.

The eye sockets that should have been extremely deep turned into robot-like light strips. The gaps in the halo are all filled with scarlet flesh. Those tiny blood vessels were glued into different fragments, pulsing weakly like tiny tentacles. From a distance, they looked like countless tiny insects crawling on the broken halo.

It was a human body modification similar to "disfigurement".

After Sheath took off her headband, the shattered black diamond halo began to glow with scarlet brilliance.

Scarlet-black light flows out from the gaps in the black diamond. And the position where the sheath is standing happens to be backlit... From Russell's perspective, if you don't look carefully, you would think that there is only darkness where his eyes are, and there is a light like lightning. Rugged scarlet light.

It was a gesture that reminded people of the way the blood vessels burst out when the Byakugan was turned on - scarlet lines like a circuit board, starting from the broken halo, spreading in all directions. The closer it is, the denser it is, and the farther it is, the sparser it is.

It even spreads upward to the hair roots and downward to the cheekbones. The two longest bloody lines spread to close to the chin, looking like two blood-red tears.

The long hair of Sheath blocked more ambient light, which made his cheeks almost dark, making it difficult to see his expression and facial features.

Only these bloody lines were etched on his face... combined with the black feathers behind him, it was an image closer to a "fallen angel" than an "angel".

Without even thinking about it, Russell knew that the angel's iconic light path, bent like a circuit board, must be crawling like this on the "inside".

The outside is etched on the skin, but where is the etching on the inside?

The inside of the skull—even the surface of the brain.

After standing up, the height of nearly 1.9 meters made the sheath look so oppressive.

He just stood there motionless, with his black wings raised... Russell couldn't help but hold his breath.

"...You will regret it too."

After a brief period of suffocation and silence, Russell came back to his senses and responded coldly: "If you can withstand such a painful transformation surgery, I don't want to come back to see you. I thought you had become a bloodless and tearless machine."

"In other words, how can you prove that you are a human being? I don't think you can prove it, because I don't think you are a human being."

"Of course I regret it."

Sheath made a low and hoarse voice: "Everyone will regret it, only a born hero will not regret it... This is what Alice likes to say."

It is a sound that gives people the sense of fine sandpaper, and reminds people of a dark night with a cold wind, strong tea with fine salt, and absinthe.

"Then what do you regret?"

Russell narrowed his eyes and asked this man who was so strange to him unceremoniously: "Repent of joining the Tower of Babel? Regret of bringing mother to the Tower of Babel? Regret of carrying out that mission?

"I advise you to swallow your words before you say these words, chew them thoroughly, and think about it carefully...don't let me look down on you."

Sheath looked at Russell silently, "looking" at him in a daze. Or just direct your eyes towards him, face towards him.

"...Both, maybe none of them."

The man said in a low voice: "Because none of this makes any sense.

"Do you know where I've been all these years?"

"Say what you want directly, don't put aside this extraneous interaction. Just say what you want to say, and finish it in one breath...I'll give you a chance to explain. But listen, this is not because I still have illusions about you. Compassion and recognition, but because I am polite and more rational.

"Although you are a bastard, I will not become the same person as you."

Russell responded coldly without hesitation: "But... I'm just here to listen carefully. Don't think that I will praise you, I don't have that kind of interest or mood."

The sheath "looked" at Russell somewhat complicatedly - that might be looking at it.

But Russell couldn't feel Sheath's gaze. He wasn't even sure if Sheath still had sight.

"The story...where should I begin...

"'I'm just a nobody.' That's what I thought from a long time ago."

Sheath was silent for a while, and then spoke in a low voice: "My life and death don't matter, and no one cares about my survival. When I die, the world will forget me, as if I never came.

"I am so insignificant. Even if I die, I will be just a grain of sand in the era. Therefore...if I can use my power to set off a small wave in this era and carve my name in history...I think, That should be my honor.

“So, I joined Tower of Babel.

“It’s not for the great wish of saving the world, nor the hope of gaining some benefits; it’s not for the purpose of walking with like-minded people, nor is it for the purpose of cuddling with people in the same situation to keep warm.

“In the beginning, it was just the ambition that every man has.

"Because I want to be a great person. And I think that based on my own abilities and background, I have no hope of standing high or becoming a big shot in my life. I can only rely on organizations and others. As for which organization to join? , that doesn't matter; I don't care what the purpose of the organization is. If the first one to recruit me is not the Tower of Babel, but other organizations, maybe I will join.

"——In other words."

The man reached out and touched his heart.

He said calmly: "In the beginning, I had nothing in my heart. All I needed was an 'organization' that could accept me; I wasn't looking for like-minded 'comrades', I was just looking for someone who had no interest in me." A malicious collective.

"I greedily absorbed nutrients from the organization, and gained psychic powers, sword skills and social connections. It can be said that the organization cultivated me... I am very grateful to the organization. This place is more important and warmer to me than home. Of course. , I hope to bring people I know, I like, and I trust into this organization that I like the most.

“So, I brought Alice in.

“But it’s different from me.

“She’s a better fit here than I am.

"Alice's heart is like a pure, invisible flame. It brings us warmth, and those who walk against the light will covet the sunshine even more.

"Although she joined the organization after me, Alice has become a much more important person than me. Everyone will pay attention to her and protect her. But this is also good, because I really don't want to lose anything.

“Ultimately, what is it that changes all that?”

Sheath looked at Russell.

He whispered: "It's you."