Great, we're doomed now!

Utter chaos!

Not only Vulcan, but the entire planet Titan was engulfed in an organized uprising, which happened to coincide with the inspection of the Tower of Babel, making the sinister nature of the situation obvious.

At this moment, far from Titan in the universe, in a colony satellite floating in Earth's orbit, or in a luxurious private club in a Martian colony city, important figures are each residing in their exquisitely decorated, secluded rooms, where a "ball" unseen by the public is taking place.

A massive holographic projection screen occupied an entire wall, clearly displaying live footage from the city of Vulcan on Titan:

Thick smoke billowed, the crowd was in turmoil, and armed men drove their differently painted, seemingly cobbled-together but exceptionally agile mobile suits (MS) rampaging through the streets, easily defeating the security forces hired by the company.

Buildings symbolizing "order" were destroyed, chaos spread like a plague, and the crowds, as if on drugs, couldn't help but revel and join in this inexplicable riot.

—In fact, they did take it.

To add to the excitement, someone deliberately released psychedelic gas into the air.

“Look, this is what humanity has been suppressed for too long.” A successful man in an expensive silk nightgown, holding a glass of red wine, smiled and took a sip. “When the reins that bind them are cut, the destructive power that erupts is truly astonishing.”

“What we need is this force, a mudslide powerful enough to shake the foundations of the Tower of Babel.” Through timely communication, in another secret room, a politician whose face was hidden in the shadows said in a low voice.

"Let them make a scene, the bigger the better!"

When blood and violence cover every screen, I wonder how Babel will react!

Should we use force to suppress it, or should we support Titan's independence? Either way, it will certainly violate some principles!

If they simply stand by and do nothing, I'd like to see what face they have left to call themselves 'guardians of humanity.'"

"What the people need is not shackles, but rather a life long accustomed to being controlled. When they see the Tower of Babel suppressing the righteous rebels... or even aiding and abetting the wicked and helping the rebels establish their regime... ha!"

That trust that has lasted for three hundred years will naturally be shaken.

They were quite certain that the riot would end in tragedy, and that no matter what Babel did, the casualty figures would be staggering—because it had been preordained.

If the Tower of Babel is left unattended, it will only appear incompetent, and the people can accept an incompetent organization.

But given the Tower of Babel's consistent style, they will definitely intervene, and then blood will surely be spilled on them!

At that point, an organization that is both incompetent and ruthless will lose the support of the people.

The patriarch of a powerful family in the Martian sphere stroked the emblem on the armrest, a cold glint in his eyes: "For a greater future, necessary sacrifices are acceptable. Titan... consider it a sacrifice to the new era."

“They’re just the descendants of criminals and vagrants. We can relocate a more educated population there.”

They were like spectators in a private box, watching a tragedy they had orchestrated unfold far away, a tragedy completely "unrelated" to them, anticipating the climax the plot would reach—a climax they had predetermined.

"what?"

Someone was startled: the screen in front of him, which had been showing a funny little program amidst the chaos, had suddenly lost signal.

"What's going on... Well, that's just how it is in the countryside, not professional at all."

He quickly composed himself and began to focus on enjoying the performance.

The once bustling city center of Vulcan has now become a battlefield.

Led by a small number of armed men and specially equipped mobile suits, the riot surged like a flood bursting its banks towards the city development management center building—a symbol of the company's absolute power on Titan.

The building's security system was as fragile as paper under the concentrated fire of several MS. Thugs dressed in various work clothes, their faces a mixture of anger and madness, poured into the building and dragged out the usually high-ranking managers and clerical staff from under their desks and filing cabinets.

The cries, pleas for mercy, and shouts were mixed together with the roar of MS engines and sporadic explosions outside, making them completely indistinguishable.

"Take them to the square!"

A militant, who appeared to be the leader, stood outside the cockpit of an old mobile suit and roared through a megaphone: "Let the whole solar system see what happens to oppressors! We will use their blood to declare Titan's independence!"

The arrested employees, both men and women, were roughly shoved and gathered in the wide plaza in front of the building. They were pale-faced, trembling, and many had collapsed to the ground.

Several mobile suits surrounded them like medieval executioners, their cold gun barrels pointed at the helpless crowd, preventing them from escaping.

High in the sky, unmanned reconnaissance aircraft have their cameras firmly locked on this spot, and the signal of this "public execution" is being transmitted to Earth, Mars, and even all human settlements without delay!

"For freedom! For Titan!"

The leader held his weapon high, his voice booming across the communication channels and reaching countless screens.

MS weapon system energy began to converge—

Clang!

Just as the arm was about to swing down, at the critical moment, an extremely dazzling golden light exploded in the sky above the square without warning!

The light was not dazzling, yet it illuminated the entire sky, like a dawn suddenly rising from the depths of darkness, casting a blue hue over the heavens.

This instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the sensors on those MS units all issued urgent alarms!

The light quickly receded, revealing the figure within:

It was a steel giant that shimmered with silver light, its lines smooth and elegant, a world apart from the strangely painted mobile suits in the square.

The thrusters emitted blue plumes, supporting the heavy machine as it descended heroically, landing steadily in the center of the plaza. The resulting shockwave gently pushed aside those nearby, causing no harm.

He held a long sword with an ancient and majestic design in his hand, the blade swirling with a faint, pale blue light.

"That...that is?! Impossible!!! Impossible!!!"

The rebel leader screamed in terror from inside the cockpit.

——【Bayeli】!

Gundam Frame No. 001, Throne Unit: Mazinger Bayeri!

Even the inhabitants of Titan did not mistake it!

That's exactly what it looks like in countless legends!

"That's impossible! How could...a gunshot! Don't be silly, this can't be—"

【! 】

A red light flashed from the head monitor, and Bayeri tilted his head slightly. His cold, hard eye lines seemed to come alive in the reflection, locking onto the five most threatening mobile suits with his "gaze."

The next moment, it raised its hand, leaving an afterimage, and the golden greatsword swept horizontally seemingly casually—

Swish!

A crescent-shaped golden arc of light flashed and disappeared.

There was no deafening explosion, only a few soft tearing sounds like a hot knife cutting through butter. The five mobile suits surrounding the square, which had just raised their guns, froze instantly.

Then, almost simultaneously, a perfectly smooth cut appeared on his waist. His upper body slid slowly down along the cut and crashed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust!

Apart from that, no one else was affected!

The entire square, and indeed everyone watching the scene on the screen, fell into a deathly silence.

Those behind the scenes are the most terrified, as they can see far more than ordinary people:

The silver mech appeared at every turbulent location on Titan, swiftly and precisely sweeping away all armed militants. After suppressing seven cities in succession, it finally landed in Vulcan.

It's hard to imagine that a mobile suit could possess such incredible mobility, and what's even more incomprehensible is that it seems as if some invisible force is protecting the surrounding environment when it's in motion.

The shockwave alone could easily blow buildings away, but neither people nor objects were affected; the only ones killed were their spies.

This is unbelievable! It's like it can automatically distinguish friend from foe, even though there are no markings on it!

Due to information delays and other reasons, some people saw a dozen screens in front of them, and the terrifying demon god seemed to appear at the same time. Before they could react, the opponent had already circled the satellite and suppressed the entire Titan!

This phenomenon, which cannot be explained by science, has caused the minds of many important figures to freeze, and they are even reluctant to think about why it is happening.

【impossible!】

—This sentence was shouted out by countless people at the same time in different languages ​​and tones, in shock, anger and fear.

And the scenes unfolding in the heart of Vulcan are still being watched by all of humanity:

Under the gaze of countless eyes, some shocked and others suddenly filled with hope, the [Bayeli] Gundam slowly raised its giant hand, which was not holding a sword, and steadily extended it to its chest.

click -

The cockpit door then slid open.

A figure stepped out of the cockpit and calmly stood at the edge of the silver demon god's palm.

He was still wearing his usual clothes, which made it easy for him to move around. He slowly surveyed the crowd gathered there, still shaken by the turmoil. Just by appearing before them, the hallucinogens in the air seemed to lose their effect.

...It could be even more serious, because many people knelt down with agitated expressions.

Ye Shou remained silent, slowly removing the sunglasses and scarf he had used to disguise himself from his mouth and nose...

Beneath his black, tousled hair was an extremely handsome and heroic face, with a composure beyond his years, though a hint of sadness lingered on it.

His gaze was so calm, as if he had anticipated everything. His gaze pierced through the distant universe and through invisible barriers, landing in the eyes of everyone watching this "live broadcast".

At that moment, an uncontrollable gasp of surprise rang out in the streets of Earth;

An incredible uproar erupted in the bar of the Martian colony;

Old Agunica and McGillis clenched their fists in excitement inside the Temple of Solomon;

Inside the lunar base, soldiers from the orbital defense force murmured a name;

In some private rooms, the politicians and tycoons who had just been enjoying the "performance" turned ashen-faced.

He stood there, needing no words; his very existence was a declaration that shook the world.

That face was both strange and familiar to humans in the solar system.

It frequently appears in important chapters of history textbooks and in sculptures in various public places, but its true nature has been obscured by countless legends and myths over the past three hundred years...

"...Impossible...It doesn't make sense! A mere, mere clone..."

The wine glass in the hands of the Farid family patriarch fell onto the expensive carpet, staining it crimson, but he was completely unaware, his eyes fixed on the excessively young face on the screen.

Reason told him that this was definitely just a clone, but his body still trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't even have the strength to turn off the screen.

"Kusei...Ye Shou..."

Inside the tunnel, Olga stood at the top of the human tower, holding up her phone and looking at the person on the screen, unable to help but murmur the person's name.

The next moment, like a long-accumulated volcano, the entire human society of the solar system was ignited by this name!

Cheers! Doubt! Fanaticism! Fear! Hope!

Ancient myths have reappeared in a way no one could have predicted—

He has returned.

Chapter 266: Why do you never learn from your mistakes?! (Part 2)