Overturned Tower

When Russell was talking with Hangsha, the inferior just stood silently behind Hangsha, like a thin shadow.

The black long windbreaker that the inferior man wore outside formed a stark contrast to his pale skin.

The completely silent inferior is completely different from the irritable and indifferent temperament before.

If he looked like a "younger Kamalthe" before, then now he is like an empty and thin ghost.

It looked like the kind of man who would appear in a run-down and haunted opera house, standing alone in the middle of the stage, directing to the empty stage behind. Like the kind of guy who stands on the dividing line between ghosts and humans.

Although the technology that can directly read brainwaves to speak has been obtained from Dr. Paradise, the inferiors are quite distrustful of this technology involving conscious interaction.

He wouldn't wear something like that unless he had to.

But as Russell and Strangling discussed Tovatus and the veil of ignorance, the underdog seemed to come alive gradually...

If you want to say it, it's like changing from a black and white line draft to a black and white manga manuscript.

Although it is also black and white...but the latter is like a finishing touch, as if it really exists and is fixed at the other end of the picture.

Russell glanced at the inferior, but did not speak to him directly.

He just continued to say to Stretch: "You still remember that guy Tovatus, what he said when he saw me for the first time."

"...Ah, I remember."

When Strangling said this, his complexion suddenly became gloomy.

He would never forget what Torvatus said then.

After strangling had already stood up and claimed that the barber belonged to him... Tovatus didn't give him face at all, and said bluntly that "strangling can't tolerate you", "the way of anger is too narrow for you", "down Those scumbags in the city can't understand your mind" and stuff like that.

Strangling the anger at that time was like holding a tube of toothpaste tightly... If he couldn't control his strength a little bit, he would be squeezed out all at once.

…that was not slandered rage.

Quite the opposite.

Because what Torvatus said was true. The truth hurts the most.

In the end, it turned out that he really couldn't tolerate the barber. The status between them was reversed in less than a month.

It is not intended to deny the talents and plans of the Godfather.

On the contrary, Strangling recognized the godfather's ability... because of this, the real jealousy will continue to flow out.

The godfather said slowly: "He said at the time, 'It would be nice if you were born in the upper city, then I can stand up and fight you openly.'

"He said that if he uses the power of the company to encircle me, I will not survive for long. At the same time, he doesn't want to release water... Considering that my ability cannot make up for the gap in resources between us, he hopes that I can Uptown, and then he came against me.

"Tovatus thinks that's fair.

"Then, he first followed my previous plan and greatly weakened the Veil of Ignorance; then he didn't deny my authority, and just watched me get permission to the lower city... It can be said that he was even helping me."

The previous death of Kamalthe had something to do with Tovatus.

Morgan's successful revenge is also related to Torvatus' shelter and help.

The godfather said in a deep voice: "But that help was not based on complete goodwill. His ultimate goal was to entertain himself.

"He seems to have found a card game that is difficult to get started but very interesting. So he carefully taught me how to play this game, paid for me to configure the card group, and gave me a coach to teach me how to play.

"But his ultimate goal is not just to teach me and get me started. He hopes that after I learn it, I can fight with him—fairly and with all my strength."

Tovatus frankly admitted in front of all the mages at that time that he came to "find a playmate".

"He said that he was born to be 'at odds with others'. But his high position made him unable to exert his strength at all...so he came down and was in an absolutely unfavorable state to fight against the inferior who was holding the general trend.

"You may not know, strangling. The inferior is a half-elf... He has a special origin, which prevents Torvatus from killing him. Torvatus must abide by the rules of the game, and constantly challenge him under many restrictions." The poor perish themselves' problem."

"…I see."

Stretch nodded slowly, and responded in a low voice.

He hammered the table lightly, and the table and the ground vibrated for a while.

"That all makes sense."

Strangler frowned—an expression that wasn't obvious on his lion face, but it was all the more powerful because of it: "I always felt that he was too playful when he took on the inferior. I thought it was His personality is not serious enough, and there are loopholes in the plan...it turns out that everything is good.

"So now... is he planning to change positions?"

"That's natural."

At this time, the godfather took an undisguised glance at the inferior, and let the hangman cast his gaze over: "The inferior has come to the lower city and became one of us. Taking a step back, he has also been abolished. The only one Also of value is the name 'bad' itself.

"In order to make perfect use of this name, I originally planned to design a huge upheaval. In that big event, announce our presence—announce that we have become ubiquitous in Uptown, like ghosts.

"Probably realized that we will undoubtedly win in this way. So Tovatus lost the desire to play and planned to stand on the other side instead.

"Yes, he recognized our strength."

The godfather crossed his fingers and placed them in front of his abdomen.

His words are low and gentle, but they have a deceptive charm: "He also thinks that if this continues, after the bad ones leave, everyone else in the upper city will be chickens and dogs... No hero club, no ultramarines, no matter what. Fear not—our Torvatus director has judged from higher sight, more intelligence, that we are now on the better side.

"So, he chose to return to the upper city. To fight against you and me, against the inferior. Against our new family, against us who are united without a code."

"Want to be our enemy?"

Stretch said slowly, with a dignified tone.

He takes this enemy very seriously.

【—He doesn't want to be against us, he wants to be against the world】

But at this moment, a deep voice sounded from the godfather and strangulation at the same time.

That's not the voice of the inferior—

A strong feeling of nausea and vomiting hit his heart, causing Hang Sha to frown.

He didn't spit it out, but forcibly calmed down by relying on his strong willpower, and at the same time he suddenly turned his head to look at the inferior.

I saw that at some point in the pupils of the inferior, the fire that belonged to spiritual energy was ignited again.

But nothing like the previous psionic shades...

It was black foul fire.

It was like a blackened wall after a fire. Looking up, it seemed that the whole room was in a boundless abyss.

Just looking at the inferior is like seeing an infinitely deep abyss. An abyss that swallows all sounds.

"—"

Hang Kill frowned, wanting to scold the inferior.

But when he opened his mouth... he found that his voice was completely swallowed.

"—"

The godfather raised his eyebrows, showed a gratified smile, and moved his mouth silently. But also no sound came.

The surrounding air was so silent that not even the sound of a heartbeat could be heard.

[After being unable to resonate with the original spiritual power, can new spiritual power be reawakened? It's really amazing... worthy of being the underdog. Beyond the talent of anger and emptiness ~www.readwn.com~ can be called a genius]

A frivolous voice suddenly sounded in the silent atmosphere.

The strangled and the inferior suddenly looked at the godfather.

I saw the godfather showing a gentle smile, and his mouth was moving silently.

Another voice different from the godfather sounded in the silent space:

[Hello, "Empty and silent". You can call me...the vessel of God]

At that moment, the godfather's gaze was so deep that it seemed to have some kind of divinity.

Completely different from the humble tone and attitude of the godfather, the voice that sounded from the hearts of the three was unruly and arrogant.

[If the talent of your host can be called a genius...then this body that belongs to me possesses the talent of a god]

【Meet your god, devil】