I ruined Tyra.

Chapter 202 Born in the Night (9) Vanishing Light, Revengeful Man

In fact, many people pay attention to the plot of Born in the Night, mainly because they want to know what happened back then and why Theresa suddenly gave up everything and handed over her title of Demon King to the then young Amiya.

Although this was not in compliance with regulations, the banshee Aifanir, also known as Logos, blew the bone flute, announcing the departure of the members of the old Sarkaz royal court.

Theresa finally withdrew from the Terra stage and went to Mount Yinjiao to recuperate, no longer interfering with the internal news of the Sarkaz.

Just when they thought that this plot could give them the answer they wanted, perhaps intentionally, the entire plot skipped the most important information and only used the most plain language to tell the final outcome of the civil war between the two kings.

"Overnight, the war tilted."

In a word, seeing a bunch of people vomiting blood, some were so angry that they quit the story mode and smashed things in the game lobby. Anyway, they were all virtual, so they could smash anything they wanted.

Players who were not so concerned about the plot content continued to watch out of curiosity. They were curious about why W joined the Reunion after his failure in the Tower of Babel and his faith was shattered.

Along with Hedley's narration, pictures of people's demoralized people and their retreat from Kazdel after the failure of Babel Tower appeared before people's eyes.

"I have clearly said that no one can stay out of this."

The faces of every member of the Tower of Babel were filled with confusion, anxiety, sadness, and pain.

"In the end, I wanted to escape from this war, so I fled from the Tower of Babel, from W and His Highness..."

One by one, the warriors of the Tower of Babel chose to leave the Tower of Babel. The only ones who watched them go away were Kal'tsit and the bewildered Amiya.

“What a contradiction.”

A few determined fighters regrouped and chose to follow Kal'tsit and Amiya.

"Regret it? Maybe?"

The Rhodes Island chose to leave Kazdel and sailed towards the horizon under the setting sun.

"But even if I were there, I wouldn't be able to do anything."

Along with this narration, there is a brand new camp, which is neat and tidy. Although the mercenaries' faces are full of anxiety and confusion, their morale is not low, but they are doing their own things in an orderly manner.

Hedley and Inès sat by the campfire, looking at the intelligence in their hands in silence. The messenger who was responsible for delivering the intelligence was anxiously waiting for the answer.

This may be the most confused time for Hedley. Having already decided on a side, he chose to leave Babel Tower, but still worked for Babel Tower and carried out any mission.

However......

"Say something. You're good at this. You're good at speaking."

Listening to Inès's suggestion, Hedley, who was always decisive in doing things, said blankly:

"What shall I say?"

"Why throw the question back?" Ines was a little dissatisfied. This was not the answer she wanted to hear, but she was also confused.

"Will the war situation, which has been deadlocked for so long, tilt overnight?"

Hedley did not answer her question. He did not know the answer to this question, but the result was obvious.

"What on earth has happened in the past six months? This... is too fast!"

Inès continued to analyze the current situation, while Hedley just sighed softly, then carefully collected the intelligence, took out his extremely precious map that he had revised and improved many times, and began to analyze it by looking at the marks on it.

"We all knew something was wrong."

Hedley's eyes fell on the mark of Rhodes Island. Before the map was updated, it was already on the edge of Kazdel City.

“But where, no one knows.

No, I should say I don’t dare to know.”

He tapped his fingers lightly, pulling the mark of Rhodes Island away from the edge of Kazdel city, then placed it on the edge of Kazdel territory, and then took it away, because Rhodes Island had disappeared at this time.

"Your Highness, and the people around you, they shouldn't have ended up like this, we all think so."

As Hedley analyzed, he took out some names of Babel Tower members from his arms. He quickly divided them into two groups: one retained the information of some people, the other changed the information labels, and the other just made a light mark.

Finally, his eyes fell on W, a code name that he had changed several times.

Inès knew what he meant, but now that they had already chosen sides, what decision they should make was the most important thing.

"What about us? Will this be our fate?"

Hedley shook his head, looking at the war information densely marked on the map, and said in confusion:

"Too early, this war ended too early.

Until last month we were still fulfilling the strategic contract with Babel, and then suddenly the contact was cut off and there was no news.

Everybody knows which side we're on, and we're not even ready to leave here.

If this really comes to an abrupt end, we will have nowhere to escape.”

Then he stood up and said to the messenger who was waiting for his order not daring to eavesdrop on their conversation:

"Immediately contact informants from various places and get all the information you can."

The messenger nodded, then picked out a few people from the camp who were dressed the same as him and left in different directions.

After giving the order, Hedley once again looked over the map that he had memorized by heart after reading it over and over again.

Then, he seemed to have made some kind of decision and murmured:

"It seems that we must return to the center of the battlefield."

After hearing the result, Inès sighed even though she had expected it. War, war, a war that they, the mercenaries, could never escape.

The two of them talked about the current situation for a while, and then Inès looked at the code name W on the list and said:

"From the current perspective, your decision to accept W was a good one.

She helped us make a lot of money and killed a lot of people.”

Hedley knew what she meant. She wanted to bring W back, but since they lost contact with Babel Tower, they didn't know whether W was dead or alive.

In the end, he could only roll up the map, shout and start packing up.

"I hope she's still alive."

"I don't think she'll die that easily."

Inès also stood up and helped to pack up. They had made some kind of decision.

“She has been with His Highness for some time, maybe she knows more.

We must quickly grasp the direction of everything Kazdel is going. If we can find her again, perhaps things will become easier."

Hearing that her companions seemed to regard W as their last resort, Inès raised her eyebrows.

"We really have to rely on her for backup?"

The only answer she got was Hedley's silence and the obvious increase in speed of packing.

"Well, that's a shame."

The mercenaries who had been fighting on the edge of a knife on the battlefield were quick to pack up their things. After a while, the fully packed mercenary team set out on a journey to find W.

When they found W again through informants and inquiries from various parties, the other party had already raised his gun and aimed it at the head of an obviously negative, frustrated, and ragged Sarkaz warrior.

But at this time W's condition was obviously very abnormal. She was also in a dishevel, with messy hair that obviously had not been washed for a long time, and her body was covered with scars of all sizes visible to the naked eye.

She laughed crazily, looking at the passive warrior in front of her as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"Finally found you. Hey, you really can run."

The warrior had obviously started fighting, and he threw away his weapon to indicate that he was not in danger.

Then, under W's gaze, he found a place with a wall and sat down against it, looking resigned to his fate.

It was not until W walked up to him with a gun in hand that he raised his head and stared at the crazy woman who had been chasing him for a long time.

"You look downright miserable. I've heard what you've been up to lately, W."

Perhaps because of the hope of revenge, W became talkative for a rare time.

"Then you should know that you are the last one."

The Sarkaz warrior also sighed resignedly, then rummaged through his pockets as if looking for something, but found nothing in the end. His things had been lost while he was escaping.

“Yes, you saw it, many people died in this battle.

You're just adding to that number almost numbly, even though from my perspective, what any person who's still alive is doing is more meaningful than what you're doing."

However, W, who had transformed into an Avenger, did not want to hear any of this. She pressed the muzzle of her rifle against the head of the Sarkaz God of War and shouted at him to shut up.

The Sarkaz warrior lowered his head. He knew that his final attempt of persuasion was useless. It seemed that today was the end of him, but he still wanted to continue struggling.

“Do you want me to remind you again? Theresa is dead.

The entire Kazdel and the entire Terra continent will know that the new king of the Sarkaz has been established.

It was just a decapitation operation, and you still retained many core members.

For example, the commander never showed up again. They made the right choice.”

The Sarkaz warrior revealed a lot of information, for example, he was also a member of the assassination team in the decapitation operation, and the commander of the Tower of Babel battlefield, the man named Doctor, never appeared later.

Hedley and Inès held their breath, and brainstormed with the spirit player beside them, analyzing the deeper intelligence revealed by this information.

“Your Highness did not kill them all because he hopes to end the chaotic situation as soon as possible. Kazdel needs Your Highness to open up the next section of the road.”

When he said this, he looked up at W who was still unmoved in despair, and sneered:

"As for you, are you here to discuss right and wrong?"

However, the force of the opponent's pressure on his head remained unchanged, and the Sarkaz warrior was completely in despair.

Before he died, he just wanted to satisfy his urge to talk nonsense in revenge for the other party's crazy pursuit of those who participated in the assassination.

“Of course you didn’t ask, but that’s what you thought in your heart. As you thought that, you killed every face that appeared in your field of vision one by one.

In the final analysis, you are just here to vent your personal emotions, little mercenary. You can't win anyone by immersing yourself in your insignificant revenge."

Perhaps because the other party denied the value of her revenge, W was a little fluctuating this time. She sneered and said:

"Anyway, I've beaten you before, and it'll be easy."

The Sarkaz warrior shook his head. "Killing me doesn't prove anything."

"You talk a lot. Are you trying to guess what I'm thinking, or are you just venting your own thoughts before you die?"

"Both. There's no need for me to deny it."

The Sarkaz warrior lowered his head and looked at his shaking hands, as if he had seen some horrifying scene.

"Ever since that Kai—"

Having said that, he shook his head again and changed what he was going to say under the angry gazes of the people who were listening.

(Hedley, Inès, and Terra players: Why don't you use 'dirty words in different languages'!)

“Ever since I was nearly choked by the blood gushing out of my companion, I have been unable to hold my weapon.

We all shed blood, which covered the halls of the Tower of Babel. The scene in your eyes is only more real in my eyes.

Now that you have found me, I will definitely die, haha."

After saying that, he resigned himself to saying "I know" and closed his eyes, waiting for the other party to pull the trigger.

However, the opponent remained silent for a long time, and the Sarkaz warrior even thought that his mouth-to-mouth tactics had been successful.

This was like playing with prey, and a few words came to him that made him despair.

"Don't talk too much. As for killing you, I just wanted to do it. Just think of it as a way to relieve the stress of unemployment."

Being played around by the opponent like this, the Sarkaz warrior was extremely angry.

If you want to kill him, then kill him. Why give him a chance to talk nonsense and leave him with a ridiculous opportunity that has no hope at all? In the end, he could only spit hard.

"Pooh!

I really underestimated you, you lunatic! You lunatic!

Can you really pull the trigger like this without any anger at all? Or are you so crazy that you don't even realize your own situation?

How many of your compatriots are you going to hunt down alone?

Do you think that your actions are not for His Highness Tracys's sake? You are helping him to silence him, and you also..."

The Sarkaz warrior interrupted the other party before he could finish his words.