MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 37 fallen angel
It wasn't a human gesture, but it wasn't an angel at all either.
The pure black angel halo has the luster and texture of a black diamond...but it is completely broken.
It's like bulletproof glass that has been smashed by a sledgehammer, strafed by bullets and covered with cobweb cracks, and then barely glued together. Therefore, there is still a very obvious gap in the middle.
It's not like wearing an eye patch, or fitting into the scalp like a golden hoop.
Instead, it is completely embedded in the skull and under the scalp in a tighter posture.
— like a "chip".
The "sheath" no longer has eyes. He doesn't even have eye sockets.
The eye sockets that should have been extremely deep turned into robot-like bands of light. The gaps in the halo are all filled with scarlet flesh. Those tiny blood vessels are glued together among the different fragments, pulsating weakly like tiny tentacles. From a distance, it looks like countless tiny bugs crawling on the shattered halo.
It was a body modification like "disfigurement".
After the headband was removed from the sheath, the shattered black diamond halo began to emit a scarlet radiance.
The scarlet-black light flows out from the gap of the black diamond. And the place where the sheath is standing happens to be backlit... From Russell's perspective, if you don't look carefully, you will think that there is only darkness where his eyes are, and there is a flash of lightning like lightning. area of scarlet light.
It is reminiscent of the posture when the blood vessels burst out when "opening the white eyes"-the scarlet lines like a circuit board, starting from this broken halo, spread in all directions. The closer the place is, the denser it is, and the farther away it is, the sparser it is.
It even spreads up to the roots of the hair and down to the cheekbones. The two longest blood-colored lines spread to the position close to the chin, which looked like two blood-red tear stains.
Sheath's long hair blocked more ambient light, which made his cheeks almost dark, and he couldn't see his expression or facial features clearly.
Only these **** lines are etched on his face...Combined with the black feathers behind him, it is closer to the image of "Fallen Angel" than "Angel".
Russell didn't even need to think about it, he knew that this 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, so where is the inside etched?
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 the black wings raised... Russell couldn't help holding his breath.
"...You will regret it too."
After a short period of suffocation and silence, Russell came back to his senses, and responded coldly: "I don't want to come back to take a look at such a painful plastic surgery. I thought you had become a bloodless and tearless machine." .
"Or, how do you prove that you are a person? I don't think you can prove it, because I don't think you are a person."
"Of course I would 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 was a sound like fine sandpaper, reminiscent of a dark night with a cold wind, strong tea and absinthe with fine salt.
"Then what are you regretting?"
Russell narrowed his eyes, and asked this man who was so unfamiliar to him unceremoniously: "Regret joining the Tower of Babel? Regret bringing mother to the Tower of Babel? Regret performing that mission?
"Before you say this, I advise you to swallow the words back, bite them into pieces and chew them hard, think carefully...don't let me look down on you."
Sheath looked at Russell silently, and "looked" at him in a daze. Or just keep your eyes on him, turn your face toward him.
"...both, and maybe neither."
The man said in a low voice: "Because all of this is meaningless.
"Do you know where I've been all these years?"
"Just say what you want, don't put aside this external interaction. Just say what you want to say, and finish it in one breath... I will give you a chance to explain. But listen carefully, it's not because I still have illusions or pity for you And agree, but because I am polite and more rational.
"You're a bastard, but I'm not going to be like you."
Russell responded indifferently without hesitation: "But... it's just listening carefully here. Don't think that I will give you a compliment, I don't have that kind of interest and mood."
Sheath "looked" at Russell somewhat complicatedly - it might have been looking.
But Russell could not feel the gaze of the sheath. He wasn't even sure if the sheath had sight now.
"The story...where does it begin...
"'I'm just a little guy.' That's what I thought a long time ago."
Shea was silent for a while, but still whispered softly: "My life or death is irrelevant, and no one cares about my existence. After I die, this world will forget me, as if I have never been here.
"I am so insignificant, I am nothing more than a grain of sand in the era until I die. Therefore...if I can set off a small wave in this era and engrave my name in history...I think, that should it's my honour.
"So, I joined Tower of Babel.
"It's not for the great wish of saving the world, nor for some benefits; it's not for walking with like-minded people, nor for keeping warm with people in the same situation.
"In the beginning, it was just the ambition that every man has.
"Because I want to be a great person. And I think that only with my own ability and background, I have no hope of standing high and becoming a big man in my life. I can only rely on organizations and others. As for what 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 didn't have anything in my heart. All I needed was an 'organization' that could accept me; I wasn't looking for any like-minded 'comrades', just looking for someone who didn't care about me. Malicious collective.
"I greedily absorb nutrition from the organization. UU reads books www.uukanshu.com to obtain spiritual power, sword skills and social relations. It can be said that the organization cultivated me... I am very grateful to the organization. To me, here is more important than home , warmer. Of course, I hope to bring people I know, like, and trust into this organization I like the most.
"So, I brought Alice in.
"But not with 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 in the dark will yearn for the sun.
"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.
"In the end, what changed all that?"
Sheath looked at Russell.
He said softly, "It's you."
