Not the same as the bartender.

Russell raised the blade without saying a word, his vertical pupils shining with dark green light.

That is the spiritual light that becomes extremely active when emotions are extremely agitated!

Russell suddenly let go of his hand.

But the "saint beheaded" he held tightly did not fall to the ground.

It had just fallen a little. Then it seemed as if there was an invisible hand holding it firmly instead of Russell.

Russell held onto the air in vain, hid behind the corpse and closed his eyes.

I saw the invisible hand holding the knife moving forward quickly——

Russell was like a child holding the "Air Sword", aiming at the void and slashing three times in a row!

Accompanied by the flash bombs that lit up at the same time, there was the zigzag light of the sword, the sprinkling of blood—and the three heads flying high.

The invisible hand was so firm and accurate that it easily cut off three heads.

As Russell opened his hand again, "Saint's Beheading" flew back to his hand again.

It is different from the method of using psychic powers developed by the mother who saved people.

The exact same spiritual energy showed completely different evolutionary directions in Russell's hands.

in case.

"I still need to make up for it with one more cut."

he said softly.

Russell stepped on each falling head with his left foot, stabbed the knife through his left eye, and touched it all the way.

The person who was stabbed by him from the back and hung in front of him as a shield was treated more solemnly. His head was carefully cut off and his left eye was pierced to confirm his death.

Finally, there was Mr. "Bartender" who had his abdomen cut open vertically by Russell and filled with bullets from his teammates.

Although he fainted, his still shaking eyeballs told Roland that he was obviously not dead yet.

then.

A precise and swift knife penetrated the head from the left eye.

The "bartender" didn't even struggle, his limbs twitched and he lost response.

"hiss……"

Russell took two steps back and took a deep breath.

The head that was knocked before was still a little confused.

This is the first time Russell has completely taken another person's life.

But what was unexpected was... there was actually no psychological burden.

I didn't feel like vomiting, and I didn't shiver. There was no ding sound to indicate how much experience I had gained, and there was no rush of heat that warmed my whole body.

No fear. No joy. No joy. No regret.

It was too simple. His mood was too calm.

So much so... that there is some inexplicable emptiness.

It's like a vase with empty water and unplugged flowers.

It just sits there empty. The mouth of the bottle attracts attention like a black hole.

"……Oh."

Russell held the "Sage's Beheading" which gradually retreated and turned into a dagger again, and the cold vertical pupils returned to round pupils.

He touched the wound on his throat that was gradually healing, and standing in the pool of dripping blood, he suddenly laughed out loud for no reason: "What?"

Along with mumbling to himself like a dream, Russell gently caressed the beheading of the saint in his hand, and his mood gradually became calmer.

This psychic weapon, which had taken the lives of four people, could bring Russell a warm sense of security just by holding it in his hand.

"It turns out that I'm not... as good a person as I thought."

Russell sighed in a low voice.

Just now.

Click——click——click——

It sounded like a chick cracking an eggshell, or like glass breaking.

It's crisp, but not broken. Although the cracks have spread, they haven't really broken out of the shell yet.

The brilliance of spiritual energy flickered in Russell's pupils, and the uncertain green flame gradually faded and turned pale with his breathing - it was not the brilliance that came from his mother, but Russell's own burning fire.
Chapter completed!