The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"This is a cultural relic. These shameless people engraved their desires on it at will. Are they hoping for immortality?"

"What do you know..."

Looking at Aloi's arrogant attitude, Perlis frowned with disdain.

“In an age when there is no hope, words may be the only spark left in the human heart.”

"Oh? Well, they can just write these things in their boring diaries, right?"

"The diary will be taken away sooner or later, but this relic won't be taken away."

Perlis raised her head, and in a trance, she seemed to see the towering altar and the singing towards the sky.

"You can destroy everything in the kingdom, but you cannot take away the era that once belonged to him."

Her bloodshot eyes drooped slightly, staring into the red-gold snake eyes. Facing the faint contempt on Aloi's face, Perlis remained calm.

“That era will become a guiding star in people’s hearts, guiding everyone in the darkness.”

"Oh? Could the things left over from that era help you overthrow the tower?" Aloi smiled softly. He slowly walked to Perlis and looked down at her. "Ms. Perlis, looking up at the morning star is ultimately just an empty excuse for those who are unable to take action."

"Then why don't you take action at this moment?" Polly looked at Aloi fearlessly, "I'm right in front of you, right?"

"Ah, so I say, you have a huge misunderstanding of us."

As Aloi spoke, he turned to the southwest, where the tall Tower of Babel stood resolutely.

"Viper follows the rules. You won the game last time, and I will win it back next time."

"Next time?" Perlis raised her eyebrows slightly, "You want to compete with me in the [competition]?"

"To be precise, I will capture you," Aloi bowed his head and gestured to Perlis, "using any means..."

"You really talk in your sleep, [Golden Sand Snake]," Perlis looked at Aloi with disdain, "Does this count as a declaration of war?"

"It counts," Aloi smiled, "but it also doesn't count?"

"how do I say this?"

"I have never desired to compete with you, Miss Perlis," Aloi said in a frivolous tone, "I believe that our enemies are common. If we cooperate, we will have a greater chance of winning."

"Cooperate with Viper? Prince Aloi, I'm not that stupid," Perlis shook her head slightly, "Besides, our enemies are completely different."

"Different? If it's Ivar Sekpas, I can take him down for you."

"No, so our enemies are completely different."

Perlis walked away from Aloi and slowly headed towards the Federation. The outline of the Tower of Babel was so clear that Perlis could even see the faint lines engraved on the silver tower.

From the Plains of Aston to the Kingdom Under the Tower of Babel, she hadn't been this close to the Federation for a long time since Charon's rebellion.

"..."

In silence, Perlis leaned down and gently stroked the wasteland with her hands. The residual heat of the annihilation ray passed through the wasteland in the dust to the girl's tender fingertips, as if accusing her of an era that had ended.

Towards the land, Perlis whispered softly:

"Rosades, your daughter asked me to tell you..."

The fire, the collapsed church, and through the gaps in the dust, Perlis seemed to see those helpless golden eyes.

"She misses you."

Perlis gently picked up a handful of wasteland soil, slowly stood up, and looked at the tall Tower of Babel with her blood-red eyes. The wasteland soil leaked out from between her fingers, falling to the ground bit by bit, returning to where they belonged.

Is looking up at the morning star really just a futile struggle of incompetent people?

Lowering my head and gently stroking the dust, is this really the only lonely path for all living beings?

No, Perlis didn't agree.

"The rest is you."

With bloodshot eyes, she looked up at the top of the Tower of Babel that reached into the clouds. The arena where fate would be decided had never been so close to Perlis.

She had surpassed the edge of the cage, and the false god stood before her, so real and absurd.

There is only one road left, leading to an indescribable future full of dangers.

But even so, she will continue on her journey towards the end.

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After returning to the train from the wilderness, Perlis never spoke a word. No matter how Carly and Pace tried to talk to her, she just closed her eyes and remained silent.

Until the train entered the territory of the Federation——

"The train is coming in...Academi Federation...Lavis..."

As the announcement came from the train broadcast, Perlis slowly opened her eyes. Pace and Carly were sitting opposite her, and the three pairs of eyes met almost at the same time.

"Are you ready?"

"let's go."

Pearlis stood up, walked quickly across the corridor and got off the train.

The sky of the Akademi Federation was covered with dark clouds. Looking from the territory of Lavis towards the Tower of Babel area, the Tower of Babel that reached into the clouds covered half of the sky with some kind of strong pressure.

The man-made tower exuded a strange oppressive force similar to the uncanny valley effect, making Perlis feel so terrified for the first time.

As long as I climb to the top of that tower, can I personally put an end to everything that happened eight years ago?

Standing on the platform, Perlis recalled Ivar's face. Hatred flowed through her blood like poison, causing her to clench her fists and tremble slightly.

That man, no matter what his reasons were or how complicated they were, he had to pay the price for Edward's death.

Blood debt must be paid with blood.

"Here we are."

Looking up at the peak of the Tower of Babel, his blood-red eyes were once again covered with mist.

Next, they will witness [Pure White Flame] wielding the blade of revenge.

They will see the pure white fire burning up the Tower of Babel, burning away everything that was deposited by the icy rain.

Behind Perlis, Carly and Pace exchanged a worried look. They were worried about Perlis, worried that she would fall into a deadly trap because of the burning emotions of the past.

But they knew they couldn't stop her.

They couldn't stop the [Pure White Fireworks].

Under the dark clouds, the cold wind in the border city of Ravis blew up the girl's pure white hair, and the long hair fluttered in the cold air like fireworks.

"now you."

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——Volume 2: Beyond the Edge of the Cage, Complete

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"When a traveler returns from overseas, he sees the lost ancient land."

"The only thing left is a half-destroyed stone statue with only a giant leg left."

"In the quicksand, there is a half-severed head, and its expression is terrifying."

(See Note ①)

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On top of a high tower that reaches into the clouds, the silver-eyed old man stands with his hands behind his back, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds that stretches to the horizon.

Looking out from the [Final Control Room] at the top of the Tower of Babel, the entire view of the continent of Admir is in full view, like a giant beast bowing its head in submission, kneeling at the knees of God.

At the top of the world, apart from the low-pitched disturbance in the air caused by the operation of the machines, there is an extreme tranquility.

Tranquility, the old man liked this kind of tranquility. Whenever he looked down at the sea of ​​clouds, he seemed to be able to see every living being on the continent. Those living beings who had become the foundation of great deeds under the absolute deterrence were given the meaning of life by the Federation.

Meaning is something that living beings can never find on their own; it requires an absolute existence to give it.

And the Tower of Babel is this absolute existence.

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"It was once said: The carver's wisdom is revealed in the expression of the statue in the sand:"

"Cold, arrogant, and insolent."

"With a frown on his face and a fearful expression, he stared straight at the sky beyond the yellow sand."

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While I was thinking, a slight disturbance came from behind me.

When his silver eyes turned back, he saw the messenger in black straw raincoat leaning forward and waiting quietly with his eyes lowered.

"Mercury, is the chessboard in place?"

The old man chuckled and spoke, his brows relaxed and his posture proud.

"Lord Laplace, the Spark is in place," Mercury raised his head, "Wide Broadcast is ready to charge at any time, and Admir Mizalar is also on standby."

"Very good," the old man nodded gently and looked out the window again, "Tell Ivar to complete his mission."

"learn."

The thin messenger bowed slightly and left in silence.

The last one of [Blade of Babel], [Black Cape] Mercury, just like all the chess pieces on the chessboard, faithfully carries out his mission.

The chessboard is ready, the chess pieces are in place, and the corners of the chess player's mouth are slightly curved, revealing a look of calmness that seems like a smile.

He once again looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and the poem from the other side emerged in his mind:

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"However, times have changed."

"The hands of the sculptor and the heart of the former king have long since turned into yellow sand and flowed away."

“Although the man has passed away, the inscription on the stone statue’s base can still be seen:”

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"I am Providence, the Chosen One."

The old man spat out words from his teeth, like a judge holding a hammer, uttering his claims to the boundless reality.

Standing on the man-made Tower of Babel, those silver eyes were tinged with the rare arrogance that only belongs to an ambitious person.

"Unrivaled achievements, even the gods are impressed!"

Unable to help himself, the old man slowly opened his arms, as if embracing the vast sea of ​​clouds, or as if trying to embrace everything in the picture.

His achievements are unparalleled, and the whole world is like something in his pocket, within his reach.

The old man had been waiting for decades since the day he first saw the fire. The seed he picked up from the black tide had already taken root and sprouted, rotating on the continent of Ademir, going through countless hardships.

In the end, she still returned to the Federation and returned to the feast he had prepared for her.

If this is not destiny, then what is destiny?

His plan had been injected into this petri dish-like land eighteen years ago, and now the roots have spread throughout, firmly controlling every inch of soil.

How can the false gods, the pitiful second son, and the sharp fangs of poisonous snakes compete with the gods on the Tower of Babel?