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

......

“How is the audience feedback?”

"The results are excellent, Lord Laplace. Their betting is close to the peak of previous years, and the competition has just begun."

"Very good, continue to monitor the situation."

"As ordered."

"..."

On top of the Tower of Babel, looking out from the window of the final control room, silver eyes reflected the storm above the black clouds.

This is the Tower of Babel, the authority of God, the only throne under heaven.

Laplace looked at the console in front of him. The parameters on it were extremely stable. Creating black clouds and factor energy storms that could cover the sky was only a small part of the power of the Tower of Babel.

The world has always believed that the Tower of Babel was just an anti-aircraft gun that reached into the clouds, spreading its range across the entire continent, and had no other purpose.

It is precisely this overly simplistic cognition and the demonized rhetoric based on it that has kept all living beings stuck on the ground and unable to reach the sky.

The real purpose of the Tower of Babel was never cannons - the armies of those usurpers were like mosquitoes, so why use cannons to kill mosquitoes?

If this person's authority is so vulgar, then what about this storm of factor energy that fills the sky? If this storm of factor energy that devours everything covers the entire Ademir continent, what will be their last words when all the lives are destroyed?

Of course, it doesn't matter if they can't understand it. After all, the potential of the authority to mobilize huge factor energy is endless, and the limitation is human imagination.

The real enemy is the barrier above the sky.

"..."

Looking out through the glass of the final control room, Laplace saw the red lightning storm beginning to fall from the end of the edge, licking everything that was still struggling on the ground.

The energy storm would shrink from the border to the forest, and the whole process would take no more than five minutes. All those who did not have time to escape would be destroyed by the energy storm, along with all the corpses on the battlefield.

Competition never leaves any corpses. Those who were cleared out seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth. Who could find their whereabouts?

“Zizizi...Boom——”

Looking at the raging storm in the distance, Laplace smiled softly, then turned around and left from the French window.

He had seen cytokinetic energy storms countless times, back to the time before the Tower of Babel was built, and these silver eyes had seen it.

So, Hafgard is such a wonderful existence.

Laplace walked to the corner of the control room and pressed his palm against the wall. The lines of factor energy spread on the wall and soon covered the entire wall.

Then, a neat crack appeared in the wall, and a transparent culture chamber slowly emerged from the wall.

"Long time no see, SwordBurier."

The silver eyes reflected the body in the cabin: it was an old body with strong muscles. His face was as sharp as a knife, and his long pure white hair was floating slightly in the culture medium. His eye sockets were black and there were no eyeballs.

Laplace placed one hand on the incubator. He looked at the black hole on the old face and whispered like the wind:

"Too close to the sun... your wings will burn..."

The old hand clapped down like a claw, and more than ten needles suddenly popped out of the culture chamber and pierced into the corpse.

Then, the blood was drawn out, and after passing through layers of filtration, it flowed into a small jar on the test bench - the transparent jar contained a blood-red eyeball.

"【Black Sandalwood】, bring them all in."

"Yes."

At Laplace's command, the figure of [Black Cape] Mercury emerged from the doorway, leading a team of medical personnel in white.

The expressions on their faces varied, some were weird, some were fanatical, and most were nervous.

This is normal. Who wouldn't panic when a great cause is about to be accomplished?

Looking at the people in white, Laplace smiled:

"Everything is ready for surgery."

Laplace said, looking at the eyeball in the jar. Although it was filled with blood, the eyeball still looked at the skinny body in the incubator.

Hafgard, you have brought power and offered yourselves to me as the greatest gift, so why should you linger in mourning?

That seed, that ray of so-called [pure white flame], eventually became worldly and wandered on a path beyond her destiny.

And now, she came to my door in person, bringing with her the only precious thing she had.

blood.

"Drain all the blood from this old guy. There's no need to keep him alive anymore."

Laplace's voice was merciless, like an order to bleed a freshly captured wild boar.

Then he picked up the jar containing the eyeball and walked towards the operating room.

"Oh, that's right."

Before entering the operating room, Laplace turned around and said to Mercury at the end of the crowd:

"Make sure Ivar finishes what he's supposed to do."

......

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Ah ah ah..."

"no, do not want!"

"ah.."

"..."

Countless broken weapons were buried in the yellow soil at the border, already covered with a layer of blood.

The factor energy arc rolled in the dark clouds, and a red lightning flashed from time to time, making the man's cheek look extremely terrifying.

Above the sea of ​​blood and corpses filled with broken weapons, Ivar suddenly pulled out the black sword that was stuck in the corpse and swung it hard. The red factor energy arc exploded and the blood covering the sword turned into blood mist.

"The thirty-fifth..."

Ivar muttered softly, sheathing the sword back into the scabbard at his waist, his dark green eyes somewhat dull.

"All... for... the Lord of Ashes..."

"Boom——"

A red lightning flashed, Ivar's body twitched slightly, and red arcs of electricity swirled around the black mechanical prosthetic hand.

Looking at the Tower of Babel in the distance, the dark green became increasingly intense, making his face look as crazy as a madman's.

"More..."

...END...

6) The Forest

Pushing aside the vines, endless fog appears between the towering trees.

This is the second stage of the competition, the Weird Mist Forest, which is famous for its extremely close combat due to its extremely low visibility. Most of the trees here are more than a hundred years old. Long before the Tower of Babel was built, these trees overlooked the entire northwest of the continent from the border of Lavis. The tallest tree group has reached more than a hundred meters, like a statue of a god surrounded by clouds.

Of course, after the Tower of Babel was built, this height was insignificant.

"[Little Brids], build an intelligence network."

In the fog, dots of blue light lit up, gradually covering the gaps between the trees, launching weak scans around again and again.

After confirming that the surrounding woods were safe, a ray of pure white pushed through the fog and walked into the woods.

The light bird song lingered in the mist, sounding extremely ethereal and a little far away. In this misty atmosphere, even Perlis couldn't clearly confirm the enemy's position.

"Try not to make too much noise." Pearlis turned and said to Carly and Pace.

Without further explanation, they naturally knew what Perlis meant: visibility in the forest is extremely low. Under this premise, exposing their whereabouts is equivalent to lighting a torch in the dark. At that time, everyone around will know their location.

Who knows whether those people will choose to dodge or take the initiative to attack?

"Little Bird has confirmed the nearest coordinates of where Ivar might be," Carly whispered, controlling the blue light, "Let's start investigating."

Perlis nodded, then she took the lead in clearing the fog and led Carly and Pace to walk in the forest.

Walking among the mist and trees, Perlis couldn't help but recall the scene when she first participated in the Tower of Babel competition. At that time, she walked into the forest alone, headed towards the base of the tower without any disguise, and killed anyone who blocked her way.

At that time, her eyes were covered by mist, and the expressions of those people on her face seemed extremely blurry and she could not see clearly.

But after a while, when she returned to the competition, she could inexplicably see the expressions on the contestants' faces. Some of them were hesitant, some were ferocious, some were afraid, showing all the emotions of human beings.

Yes, if it were that time, she would not have taken the initiative to save the boy under Itrisna's bone whip - even if she saved one person, so what? There were still hundreds of people who would die under the thunderstorm of the Tower of Babel, or even die in her hands.

After all, the essence of competition is the survival of the fittest, and those guys walked in on their own and should be responsible for themselves.

But for some reason, Perlis could no longer sit idly by. Seeing the desperate look in the boy's eyes, she unconsciously deviated from her route and rushed towards the Grim Reaper holding the bone whip.

How stupid! If I had come in earlier, I might have been able to stop Ivar sooner.

Moreover, if the boy stood in front of Perlis again, wouldn't she kill him? So why save him?

What a troublesome hypocrisy, Perlis said to herself with a self-mockery. She was just trying to comfort herself for her hypocritical nature by her almost foolish act of compassion, right?

Who represents justice? Isn't everyone walking in the jungle an executioner holding a dagger?

"Boom——"

The energy thunderstorm exploded overhead, but was isolated by the towering trees and fog, and seemed very far away. This atmosphere reminded Perlis of the time when she listened to the rain at Wilkin's house. The thunder at that time was also muffled and very far away.

Let's stop the meaningless thinking here. Perlis closed her eyes gently, and when she opened them again, they were filled with mist.

After dealing with Ivar, go home.

......

"Quick! Run!!"

"Boom——"

One after another, scarlet thunder split the sky and earth in an extremely bizarre way, piercing the sword-like red edge into the earth, and exploding a violent wave of dust.

The flying dust hit Kemp's cheeks, causing him pain, but he had no time to care -

"The forest is just ahead!"

The strong wind and thunder eroded every inch of the borderland bit by bit. The storm mixed with strong elemental energy had already swallowed up the backs of Kemp and his party, and sucked the battlefield that was soaked in blood into the huge mouth of the abyss.

The gradually shrinking storm was less than a hundred meters away from the group's heels - if they stopped, they would quickly be turned into debris by the energy storm.

While running, Kemp saw many people who fell to the ground and lingered. They were very close to the border of the Weird Mist Forest, but most of their legs could not support them to continue walking. They fell to the ground, wailing as they watched the storm sweep in.

However, the energy storm soon drowned out their voices. Kemp didn't dare to think about what had happened to them and could only keep running forward.

"..."

Kemp clenched his hands tightly on both sides - Jessica and Yu said almost nothing, and Kemp knew without looking how distorted their expressions were at this moment.

Soon, we will reach the border of the forest.

Soon, just a little bit——

"Boom——"

Before the thunder completely blew the land behind Kemp into countless pieces, the group dived into the bushes at the edge of the forest.

Before long, behind them, a strong factor energy storm swallowed up all the existences that had not yet entered the forest, followed by endless silence.

......

“Huha…Ahaha…”

Surrounded by fog, next to the corner of a big tree, Kemp was gasping for breath.

The air in the strange fog forest was fresher than expected, but it also carried an inexplicable sense of oppression that made Kemp feel a little stuffy in his chest.

"He actually... escaped in..."

After a short rest, Kemp raised his head and looked at the towering tree in front of him.

It must be said that the tree was so incredibly tall that Kemp couldn't even see the top of the tree at a glance.

The quiet sound of birdsong filled the tone of the entire forest. This place was completely different from what Kemp had imagined. It did not look like a bloody and cruel killing field at all. Instead, it looked more like some kind of unpolluted paradise.

The gunsmith said that this place was full of mercenaries and cruel executioners. If that was true, they would have to find an escape pod quickly and get out of here as soon as possible.