Overturned Tower

When the container of God came out of the elevator on the twelfth floor, the director did not come out with him, but went down the stairs again along the elevator.

There are no stairs on this top floor, only two elevator doors. The elevators connecting the eleventh floor and the first floor respectively.

Besides, it doesn't even have a rooftop.

The decoration on the twelfth floor is very similar to that below, all in a silver-gray high-tech style.

After getting out of the elevator, the container of God arrived at a very perfect hexagonal hall, in which there were six black metal columns arranged in a similar hexagonal shape.

There are two long, endless corridors on the left and right sides, and there are six directions including the elevator room.

The door facing the container of gods in front is the three-tooth revolving door that Russell is already quite familiar with—it is the same model as the door on the deer head and Torquay.

It is not closed, but wide open.

The container of God can be seen from a distance, and Amirus is looking at something on the left hand side of the container of God with his hands behind his back.

The old man was wearing a dark purple slim-fit suit and the special pointed leather shoes that symbolized the director's status. The pure white curly hair was already a little sparse and combed back. According to the standards of an old man, his back was straight, making old Amirus look like an old gentleman who was not angry and arrogant.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked towards the door.

Amyrus wears a monocle of gold-rimmed glasses, and the deep childish holes are reminiscent of dark green jade.

"Long time no see, Russell."

After seeing Russell, the old elf smiled slightly and said, "Or should I call you Ultramarine?"

"You can call it whatever you want."

The corner of the mouth of the container of God raised slightly.

He spread his hands, and replied bluntly and unceremoniously: "You are considered my elder, so it doesn't matter if you call me by my real name. But in front of outsiders, I still hope that you will not reveal my personal information..."

"Then call you Qunqing in public, and Russell when we're alone."

Amyrus smiled softly.

And at this moment, the container of God finally walked in and saw what Amirus was looking at.

—It was half a human head floating in the solution.

It can be seen from the skeleton that it is probably the same feline relative as Russell.

Parts of his scalp had been completely removed, and several electrodes-like pieces were firmly attached to the bone. The eyes were also neatly removed, and two devices with smooth ends like pebbles, reminiscent of lollipops, were in his eye sockets... like prosthetic eyes installed backwards.

His throat was cut neatly, and several tubes were connected. It should be an artificial visceral pipeline that supplies nutrients and water.

There are four screens under the container and on the left and right sides. Two below, one on each side... and two input modules.

The above are all strange data that are completely outside the scope of Russell's knowledge, densely updated data, and abstract pictures that are constantly distorted like AI paintings.

...Russell might have felt horrified if he had come to see it in person.

But the container of God just blinked, and asked curiously: "Old man, what is this?"

"Are you referring to the device, the person? Or the whole thing?"

Amyrus asked kindly while watching the constantly changing data.

The God's Vessel said casually: "All—I'm very curious."

"This device... have you heard of a brain in a vat?"

"...Are you a perfect body?"

"It's not that simple."

Amirus shook his head: "He is just dreaming, hazy and like a lake. It is still impossible to construct a virtual world that makes people unable to distinguish the real from the fake, as far as the current technology is concerned.

"Speaking of which, this person and you are still colleagues."

"...Huh? Who is he?"

"The bodyguard of Director Kamalth. Half a month ago, he was attacked together with Director Kamalth... He was directly swept into a sieve by the firepower. But fortunately, his brain was not injured, which is a blessing."

The old elf smiled gently, and stroked the container containing the computer: "Although these days, psykers are not very valuable. He is not a naturally awakened psyker like you, but a psychic who was catalyzed. Psyker... But even so, after being suppressed by the chip for two levels of strength, he can still develop his psionic power to the peak of level four redshift, which shows that his blueshift has surpassed the limit of ordinary people and reached level seven.

"If he hadn't been a bodyguard, but an uncensored one. He might have crossed the wall of the zodiac by now and became a strong man.

"It's really lucky to be able to preserve this brain. He was shot by at least six or seven shots at the time. If his brain was hit by even one shot, it would be completely destroyed. It's just a pity that the other bodyguards present at the time were not able to make it the first time. After protecting his brain for a while, he was still brain dead.

"Otherwise, he won't have my turn to operate it himself."

"...Psychic weapons were originally made by psionic users?"

The God's Vessel looked at it, and was a little obsessed for a while, and couldn't help sighing softly: "No wonder, all psychic users can synchronize with any psychic weapon."

"Not too rigorous, in fact, the psychic weapons still have a synchronization rate."

Amirus squinted his eyes, looking kindly like a neighbor's grandfather.

He turned around and said with a smile: "For example, the 'sage beheaded'. It came from an assassin who tried to assassinate me. The person who killed her was your mother. So after I made her beheaded by a saint, Just gave it to your mother as a present.

"Her demon is called 'Determination to Cut All'. I tried my best to keep its rare characteristics, and gave it the ability to grow longer, regenerate, become sharper and stronger by drinking 'Determination'. This is what I made My first psionic weapon is also my favorite work.

"When it is in your hands, the synchronization rate is obviously much higher than in your mother's hands..."

Amirus glanced at Russell's arms, a little regretful: "Didn't you bring it?"

"Do you want to use it?"

"You are not the same as Alice. You have a prosthetic arm. Then I think it would be more useful to put it directly into your prosthetic hand... You can bring it next time. I will give you a free upgrade. "

"I also thought about fusing them together, but it must be in close contact with my skin... Ordinary contact is not enough, and I must hold it tightly."

"Oh, you misunderstood. That is the safety lock I set for Alice, otherwise it will easily hurt the user. It also has a blade as a dagger. That's enough. I added a blade to it for normal use. If you... I can remove both the handle and the blade, so the weight of the prosthetic hand won't increase too much."

Amirus said seriously.

The container of God couldn't help but glanced at him again: "I heard that you are the most devout cardinal of the Cyber ​​Church, and I thought you were a very extreme and kind person. I didn't expect..."

"Why am I not a good person? I gave you something and sold it for free. Isn't this a good person?"

The old man wasn't angry at all, but just responded cheerfully: "Or, do you think this production process is a bit cruel? But I didn't kill anyone with my own hands, huh?

"In fact, I think your reaction will be more intense, or I thought you heard that I was using psykers to make psychic weapons, so you just killed me~www.readwn.com~ I'm ready to persuade you. , I didn't expect you to accept it so quickly. I really didn't misread you at the time... You are indeed the same kind of person as me."

"A class of people?"

"Make the most of everything..."

The old man showed a happy and relaxed smile from the heart, invited the container of God to sit down, and even poured him a cup of tea: "I don't take the initiative to kill, and I don't take it. But for the things that are 'wasted' by others, for the enemy's holding Some wealth, do what you can and use any means to recycle.

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were such a person. You have eyes similar to mine... you have a hypocritical but kind, warm but indifferent heart, and a 'persistence' similar to mine.

"Oh, that's right. You are my hero, but I haven't introduced myself to you, have I? This is really inappropriate... Well, this is my fault.

"I don't need to mention my mortal identity—old man, I am an elf whose destiny is 'perseverance', Amirus (Armilus) II. I am 1,381 years old this year, and I have one year and three months left to die …Should be the longest-lived elf by now.”

Looking at Russell, the old elf's eyes were as gentle as warm jade.

But what he said unscrupulously involved taboos that should not be understood by mortals: "And as an elf before the 'zero year', I didn't have a soul relative of my own... I also regretted this. "