Russell did still have his head and a right hand intact, but don't forget that the reason he talked to them politely, explaining the reasons for everything and his own ideas - instead of pouncing on them like a real monster - was all because he still had a head.
Will it be fine if I blow up this head?
No…it could be worse.
Intuitively, she thought that if she wanted to break the impasse, she had to work on the natural orb.
But how to do it?
As for the other half of the sphere, I can’t even feel its existence now.
Russell has much better control over it than I do. He may have obtained more detailed information from the royal family, but I have no idea how to use it...
Tentatively, Hitzfeld took off his eyepatch, reached out and tugged on his left eyelid, pulling out a ball of fluorescent blue "optical cable."
Doesn't this thing have its own consciousness?
Look at this man, look at him.
Then it's up to you to decide what to do...
It was a helpless move. Hitzfeld didn't hold out much hope.
But she soon perked up: the "optical cable" first touched a few strands of Russell's "spiritual sea", and then immediately bounced back into the eye socket like a rubber band. Then her left eye began to move spontaneously, and the picture in front of her was like ink.
Russell's kneeling position was replaced by an ignorant boy, and there was a woman squatting in front of him.
She had seen this woman before. It was she who was telling Russell the story just now.
So this must be his mother.
"Don't tell anyone else what I'm going to tell you next." The woman lowered her voice.
The boy nodded.
"Very good." The woman forced a smile.
"You must have questioned why your father supported those people... to do something that could be called..."
"But many things are different from what you think. For example, the Thorn Birds itself does not need to rely on Sarah. Our roots are actually in the West."
"Your father didn't tell you, so I will enlighten you now... Our Igor family was once the heir of the ancient Western country. Of course, everything is shattered now. They have integrated into a country, and the current name is Talignan."
"Because of the mixed bloodline, Tarinian has been in turmoil for many years. This environment is actually the most suitable for us... Yes, of course you don't understand it now, but what if I say that we can enter the place of Tarinian's inheritance?"
"That is the Dragon Tomb... the treasure house left by the legendary Dragon God Kyle. The Igor family, as one of the Fourteen Shields, helped create this masterpiece. Your father's ancestors knew that King Kyle would kill everyone afterwards, so they used a blood curse to pass the information to their only son."
"And then...you hold this thing."
The woman took out something and gave it to the boy.
"We, we may have to meet that fate."
"But we still have you."
"The thing I regret least is giving birth to you with Charuni. I know you are hoping for it, so listen to me - when everything happens, you have to find a chance to take it and leave Sarah."
"You must survive and restore your family's glory in the West."
Hitzfeld looked at it.
It was an irregular object, like a fragment chiseled off from something.
The girl's eyelids twitched.
She saw clearly that the carving on the surface of the fragment was the family emblem of the Thorn Birds, and the shape was exactly the same as the missing fragment of the door on the drawing.
She finally understood why Russell wanted to go to Kerge in the first place, and also knew where his thoughts and confidence came from.
It turns out that everyone felt wrong.
He should be the heir in the Time Dragon's prophecy.
Chapter 117 Broken Arm
Time goes back to half an hour ago. When Kaloni hurriedly brought the disguised queen into the crowd, they were finally able to see the spectacular scene up close.
A tall building stood in the darkness, but because the street lights were dim, most of its outlines were blurry and unclear.
And now there was just such a giant, it was squirming madly as if it were alive, like a giant monster rising from the spot.
"Whoa whoa……!"
There were quite a few people surrounding the hotel at this time. Most of them were incited and held various banners to support "Her Royal Highness Princess Hitzfeld". After seeing this scene, most people did not run away, but stood there in amazement or screaming.
"His Highness is still in there! His Highness is still in there!" An old woman yelled like a madman. Before Carloni could even take a second look, she grabbed both of his hands. She yelled at him, "Whoever it is, go and call for help! Save her! Save her!"
These fools...! Do you know that I am the one who has been fighting for your interests and space?
Kaloni's eyelids twitched, and a feeling of frustration rose in his heart.
But the situation was already chaotic enough, and he didn't want to make things worse, so he used his backhand to steady the woman: "Someone has gone to call for help... It's very dangerous here, you shouldn't be here-"
"Be careful!" Milanka's reminder and warning instinct came almost at the same time. When the count quickly moved his focus back, he could only see an afterimage in front of him, as if something "clicked" and hit his left arm.
This was because he dodged quickly enough, otherwise it would have been his head that was hit.
"You!" He was shocked and angry, annoyed that he was always on guard, but was careless at the critical moment and fell into the trap.
Looking at the woman again at this time, she seemed to have no skin at all. Her whole face was bald, just like a shaved head, with nothing on it. Her body was also limp, as if she was already dead.
With a large bead of cold sweat on his forehead, Carloni quickly looked at his left arm and found a mass of flesh-like object clinging to it. The finely woven dress jacket was emitting white smoke due to some mysterious erosion.
"Cut off my left hand!" He turned around and shouted without even having time to explain.
But his guards lagged behind, and although they all happened to squeeze over at this moment, they did not see the scene of Kaloni being attacked at all because of the crowd.
In addition, the light was dim and they could not see clearly the abnormality of Carloni's left arm. They did not dare to move for a while because they were given such an order in vain.
waste!
His face was distorted and the count's heart was almost filled with despair.
He knew what this thing was. If he was right, Heinsmorv had made a series of stupid moves like a lunatic because he had encountered a similar situation.
This is a virus... a parasitic monster... He didn't dare to bet on the possibility that they didn't touch his left arm after taking off his clothes, let alone touch it with his right hand at this time!
And his stupid subordinates couldn't understand the orders, so what should he do next?
Watch it eat away at your coat, spread up your left arm and eat your brain?
"Get out of the way!" A cold voice came from the side. The count recognized who it was and barely felt a hope in his heart.
He shouted at the guards not to come any closer no matter what, turned around, and stretched out his left arm straight to the side.
Silver light flashed.
Kaloni felt no pain as his left arm left his body and fell to the ground with a plop.
He quickly ordered the guards to come up and bandage him to stop the bleeding. It was not until the first person took out the bandage from his arms and began to remove it that he felt dizzy and was forced to half squat.
A broken arm, that was the pain of a broken bone. It was extremely horrible pain for anyone, he gritted his teeth, his face flushed, his whole body was almost soaked in sweat.
The guards' skills were trustworthy. After applying hemostatic medicine and bandaging the arm, someone gave him an injection. He struggled to stand up and saw another group of guards surrounding the broken arm. Milanka was also staring at it thoughtfully.
"Where are the others?" he asked her.
Looking around, the crowd has become much thinner.
Most people began to flee in small numbers, and only a few were still immersed in shock and did not react. They either stood or knelt, gazing at the spectacle.
"I chased him away." Milanka lifted her hair and raised her chin with some pride.
"These people are not easy to fool..."
"No, it's best to fool them. I just need to yell 'There's a man-eating monster' and pretend to be trying hard to squeeze out, and they will spontaneously follow my lead."
“…” Kaloni looked at her deeply, thinking that her role as queen was not in vain.
Looking at her right hand, she seemed to be holding an exquisite dagger that was flashing with cold light.
"You were the one who helped me just now...?"
"Will you blame me?"
"I'll just thank you for saving my life."
Having said this, the Earl's face returned to its grim look.
He walked inside the circle of guards and stared at the left arm that once belonged to him.
It has become completely alienated.
The entire arm was still wrapped in a tattered sleeve, with a large hole at the corroded location, but the flesh and blood inside was no longer human.
How to put it, it's more like a ball of blood mud, or the skin surface of a seriously ill patient with burns.
Large patches of ulcers, pustules, pus and blood... This thing was even moving on its own. It used its five fingers to crawl on the ground, but the flesh and blood were not strong enough to cling to it, and its nails fell off with pus and blood...
"No one is allowed to touch it." His voice was cold.
"Pour some oil and burn it."
The guards did as they were told, and Carloni took out a match from his pocket, took it out with his right hand, held it in his mouth, and then clumsily tried to light the match.
Milanka grabbed the thing, lit it, and lit his cigarette.
The fragrance of tobacco brought a hint of anesthesia. After inhaling the smoke into his lungs and then slowly exhaling it, Carloni finally felt alive again.
He glanced up at the hotel.
Just one glance.
Then he couldn't move his eyes away.
What did he see?
The angular hotel building… lights were still on on the fourth and third floors.
Yes, this is indeed what a hotel building should look like, but where is that big monster just now?
What about the giant monster that's still squirming inside it?
How could it be hidden during these incidents?
Where can it hide?
Remembering how that thing fell down, the Count quickly raised his head to look around, fearing that a sky-covering membrane of flesh would cover it in the next moment.
But no.
Although the moonlight was dim, it was still visible. If it was really floating in the sky, he would not be able to miss it.
That can't be explained at all...
He was still struggling, and when he looked down he saw some people who seemed to be crazy and wanted to attack the hotel.
"His Highness is still inside! His Highness is still inside!"
"You shouldn't stop us here! It's obvious that she's been attacked! You need to go in! Go protect her!"
They shouted and rushed towards the police line. The police were stunned by the sudden changes and many of them didn't react in time. They were actually rushed by a few people.
Carloni sneered out of habit, and the next second, he saw an unusually tall figure among the people who crossed the defense line and climbed the hotel stairs.
Compared to others, he should be over two meters tall. He seemed to be wearing a tuxedo... holding a cane... is this a look that ordinary people can have?
Talignan was short of resources, and almost all of the country's food was supplied by Wenquan County. This was not enough, and additional food had to be imported from outside.
In this country, people who are over 1 meters tall are considered to be burly, so Kaloni knows very well what it means to be over 75 meters tall in Kerg.
The first thing he thought of was Eugenie's report to himself, saying that the detective among them named Ma Kai had seen a "tall man" in Senling City, and that the county government and the Undead Party had received him with the highest standards.
"Stop that man!" he said instinctively.
Several guards rushed out.
But they didn't realize they hadn't communicated with the police at all, and they looked down on each other in the dark. Who would have known that they were the Earl's forces?
The guards were intercepted as a rioter, and the police vowed to make amends and not let anyone pass easily again.
Time is running out.
Seeing that the man had already run halfway up the stairs, Carloni gritted his teeth and rushed up with him.
He had guards to help him, which was somewhat different from the others. Several guards helped him to stop the police, and he quickly rushed out of the interception line, stepping on the stairs somewhat awkwardly.
