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

"I chose... stars... ahem..."

As soon as he said this, Ivar bent down and coughed violently twice.

He coughed up pure black liquid from his mouth, which splashed onto the ground. The surface of the liquid seemed to have needle-like protrusions.

But Ivar did not give in. He raised his head, and the blood-red eyes were reflected in his green eyes, which made him feel extremely relieved.

Immediately, his voice became low and hysterical again:

"You can call me a betrayer... a liar... a devil, but for my cause, even if I crawl like a wild dog, I will not regret it at all."

"Even if I am cut into countless pieces by that damn black water, even if I become a moody devil, a monster that even she refuses to face... I don't need redemption..."

"What about you... Can you do this...?"

Ivar spoke through gritted teeth, and for some reason, Perlis felt that he was becoming dangerous again.

Suddenly, black liquid began to gush out of every wound on Ivar's body, flowing freely over his body and staining the pool of blood beneath him black.

How is this going?

Perlis subconsciously took two steps back. She watched Ivar slowly stand up and saw black liquid flowing out of his seven orifices, which looked extremely creepy.

The pair of light green eyes were set off by the black liquid oozing from the eye sockets, emitting a pale green light.

Then she heard Ivar let out a loud roar:

"Halilalee, face me!!!"

"Only you can do it. She can't. Impossible!!"

"The Lord of the Dark Wave is about to devour everything except you...only you..."

In an instant, the sense of murderous intent suddenly lit up, and at the same time, the sea of ​​flowers appeared in front of Perlis's eyes.

She saw the figure at the end of the sea of ​​flowers turn slightly, with endless sadness in his bloodshot eyes.

That sad look passed through Perlis's pupils and went directly to Ivar who was entangled in black liquid.

The moment he met this gaze, Ivar was visibly stunned and his body trembled slightly.

"jingle."

Silver bells rang in her mind, and at this moment, Perlis understood what she should do.

She activated the Gene Bracelet, a streak of red light trailed behind her, and slashed at Ivar's throat.

"bass--"

With a flash of red light, Ivar's throat burst and a black tide gushed out.

Immediately, he fell to his knees, making a painful sound in his throat.

When Ivar's body fell down, brushing against Perlis's shoulder, she heard the words that sounded almost like a breath:

"Thank you, little flower."

With a "plop", Ivar fell into the black liquid, and his light green eyes lost their luster.

He died, Ivar Sekpas, as a mortal man died.

......

"The winner of the 14th [Tower of Babel Competition] has been announced."

"【Pure White Fireworks】Perlis Hafgard."

The deafening broadcast began to spread from the top of the Tower of Babel, sweeping across the tower base in the storm, the misty forest, and the border.

However, no one survived in these three lands.

This message broadcast outward from the core will eventually be heard by everyone on the continent of Admir. Every country and region will interpret this information from its own perspective, and ultimately output it as words of praise or disparagement, reflecting everyone's desire.

Everyone will discuss this legendary death battle: the top fighters of the Federation, the Blade of Babel, the Scavenger and the Pure White Flame, fought a bizarre and epic battle at the top of the Tower of Babel. All the scenes in this battle will be externalized as a symbol of the Federation's terrorist dominance, intimidating every creature on the continent of Ademir who looks up at the Tower of Babel, and turning into a huge force pressing on their spines.

But Perlis didn't care about any of this and didn't want to listen.

At the moment Ivar died, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if something had finally landed.

It was more than hatred.

"..."

Perlis stared quietly at Ivar's remains. The man who had lifted her up from the icy rain was already covered in wounds, and the terrifying oppressive force had long since dissipated from his body.

He seemed to have turned back into the ordinary man who used to drive Perlis to school, gloomy and taciturn, yet inexplicably exuding a sense of security.

Pearlis recalled a lot, so much.

She let out an inaudible sigh, then raised her head and looked towards the core of the Tower of Babel.

The red geometric symbol engraved on it has disappeared, and the huge core is just spinning quietly in the gradually clearing sky, constantly resonating with the surrounding space.

Mysteries, there are still many to solve.

The one who needs to answer the question is the operator on the chessboard.

Perlis closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the red lines flowing through her blood.

After taking a last look at the sinful man lying on the ground, Perlis turned around and walked towards the door of the ladder to heaven.

Next up, is Laplace von Valantia.

...END...

All in the Game

"We grew up within the range of the Tower of Babel."

——Selected Works of Wilkin's Fairy Tales

"..."

"Retreat! Retreat! We can't penetrate her shield!"

"Where's the Factor Bomb? Hurry up and use the Factor Bomb!"

"It didn't work! It bounced off! No uh ...

"Retreat to the A-35 gas valve and close the entrance!"

"A-35's air valve is destroyed! Repeat, A-35 Ua ...

"Go and inform Master Laplace! Quick!"

"..."

Final Control Room - Tower of Babel

"call..."

By the wide French window, the silver-eyed old man placed the teacup on the table and slowly stood up.

"You guys go first, leave through the escape exit, a specialist will escort you out of Lavis."

Laplace gave instructions, and the scientists in white robes quickly put away the equipment used in the previous operation and left through the safety passage at the side in a quick and orderly manner.

After making sure that everyone had left, Laplace walked to the control console of the Tower of Babel and slowly pressed a few buttons.

Finally, it’s about to begin.

Laplace gently stroked his eyes with his hands. His left eye was covered by a black eye mask, while his right eye was still flashing with a sharp light as always.

"Laplace-sama! [Pure White Fireworks] is breaking through the defenses! We can't hold on any longer!"

The screams of soldiers were heard over the radio, and in the background, Laplace heard the sizzling sound of countless factor energy arcs licking the walls of the corridor.

How familiar, exactly the same as it was back then.

After confirming that everything was ready, Laplace cleared his throat and spoke into the radio:

"Let her come, you can retreat now."

"Received! Retreat! Retreat!"

The radio was suddenly filled with noise. Laplace stopped talking and silently turned his back to the door, looking out at the sea of ​​clouds.

Now that the factor energy storm has been contained, looking out from the final control room of the Tower of Babel, the layers of sea of ​​clouds are just below, and the few gaps in between reveal the broken site of the Tower of Babel.

Such a big fuss happens every few years...but this should be the last time.

Just one step away from taking a big step.

It's been eight years, eight years since that funeral in the icy rain.

Laplace shook his wrist lightly, and a chain was shaken out from his wide white sleeves, hanging gently.

At the end of the sleeve was a silver pocket watch. Laplace gently shook his hand, held it in his hand, and opened the pocket watch.

The pocket watch had already stopped, with three silver hands overlapping and pointing to twelve o'clock forever, motionless.

Above where the pointer was pointing, there was a bloodstained and torn photo. On it was a man with a thin face, sunken cheeks, and a slightly morbid smile.

"Herames, it's been a long time."

There was no expression on the old man's face, except for his exposed silver eyes which closed slightly but then opened quickly.

Immediately, the door behind Laplace opened, and a light, almost silent step appeared behind him.

"Long time no see, [Pure White Fireworks]."

Laplace turned his head slightly and saw the girl standing at the door of the final control room.

Her clothes were torn, but she had no wounds. Countless arcs of electricity swirled around her body, lifting her long, pure white hair slightly, like white flames ready to burst forth.

Perlis Havrgard's face was still indifferent and emotionless, and two halos flashed in her bloodshot eyes, which reminded Laplace of many past events.

"Laplace von Valantia."

Perlis spoke softly as she approached Laplace, spinning the butterfly knife in her hand gently.

When she was not far from Laplace, she raised the silver blade in her hand and pointed it at Laplace.

Seeing this, Laplace did not panic, but just smiled and spread his hands.

"What? After all this time, you finally meet the mastermind of your fantasy, but you are so eager to fight with a sword against an old man?"

"Unless you confess everything," Perlis said coldly, "then I will make everything end faster."

"Well, I agree with you on this point."

Laplace said, smiling slightly, his hands hanging at his sides.

"Well, before that, you can ask three questions."

“It’s free and you deserve it for getting here.”

After saying this, Laplace looked at Perlis kindly, with a slight smile on his lips.

He is still like this, as if he knows everything and looks like he deserves a beating.

"..."

Perlis paused for a second, briefly weighing the options.

If Laplace had any conspiracy, judging from his style of laying out plans over a long distance, even if Perlis chose to overturn the table directly, the progress of the conspiracy would most likely not be affected.

From this perspective, the possibility that Laplace was stalling for time by answering three questions was extremely small: he could not base a plan on the premise that "Perlis was delayed", he was not a gambler.

Laplace is the kind of person who thinks he looks down on everyone and has a strong desire for ritual. At this time, he is also not very two-sided in lying.

After a brief thought, Perlis thought she could take advantage of this opportunity.

She quickly searched her mind, worked out the angle of approach to the question, and then spoke softly:

"First question, Dad... No, what is the content of the [Blood Pact] signed between Edward von Valantia and you?"

"Oh? You asked such a sad question right away..."

Laplace smiled kindly and looked down at Perlis's childish face with his silver eyes.

"The content of the contract is very simple. Edward hopes to obtain your custody. He will raise you until you are 18 years old, and keep you away from the fate of blood awakening."

"He hopes that I can give up the plan I made on you. In exchange, Edward needs to complete three tasks assigned by me, and he must obey completely during the entire process."

"That's it. What a touching story, isn't it? The distraught man saw the girl he picked up from the ruins as his salvation. He completely ignored the decisive role she could play in the great course of history and decided to let the girl live a normal life. How about that? Do you need a tissue?"