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

The grand devouring scene appeared in front of Edward. His hands trembled involuntarily, but it had nothing to do with the coldness of the night.

"This is incredible."

"What we want is a universe with a glorious civilization," Hallilali said calmly, "but you, in the midst of danger, are still fighting for the interests of the dust."

There was no hint of blame in these words, but they made Edward feel like his body was burning.

After witnessing the grand picture, he felt a strong sense of detachment from everything that was happening before his eyes.

"Don't force yourself. You've done very well." Hali Lali smiled gently. "You know what? The Hafurgard people usually don't say this to members of other civilizations because no one will accept it. And you even listened to it."

"I...I can accept that." Edward murmured.

"Of course," Hallilali nodded, "After all, you can see that the night is cold."

"Just like the universe, this one is cold."

The image of the ivory tower dissipated, and the crystals summoned by Hallilali turned into tiny drops of glass rain, scattering in the cold night sky.

The two stood on the watchtower, looking into the distance together, no one spoke.

After the light faded away, the cold night once again enveloped Edward, allowing him to find some roots of reality in the darkness.

Yes...even if what Hallilali showed was true, we cannot be convinced by her.

Maintain a basic level of caution...it's essential for survival in the jungle.

However, Edward found it difficult to think this way now.

Something much greater was truly revealed before him, and he suddenly felt that the struggle between humans was meaningless.

But humans are just like that... We fight each other to the death...

In the darkness, Edward sighed softly. At this time, Halle Lali said:

"Will you help me? Continue your civilization."

Edward turned his head and found that Halle and Lali were looking at him. There was no request or expectation in that look, but a kind of magical tacit understanding.

He didn't know why, so he nodded:

"I will."

No, I won't. Edward thought to himself. Helping Havrgard is ultimately for the benefit of the Federation, not a game of survival of civilization.

His thoughts were penetrated by Hallilali's gaze without reservation. The girl saw through his hesitation at a glance and smiled gently:

"You have seen the brilliance of the ivory tower, just a glimpse, and it has become a goal worth devoting your life to."

"What can I change in my life?" Edward murmured.

He is a screw of the Federation, nothing more, and he can only fight for the Federation.

"A lot can be changed, don't you notice?" Halle Lali looked at Edward in surprise and pointed at the starry sky. "You are still here looking up at the stars. It's because my brother sacrificed his 'weak' life for you, isn't it?"

"But why?" Edward murmured.

The struggles of humans are meaningless, so are the struggles of gods meaningful?

In response, Hallilali shook her head:

"You will find it. It is not for fame, fortune, or a few coins, nor for the leftovers from the superiors."

"It's an ideal, um, an illusory and unreal ideal."

What is an ideal? Is it something more important than one’s calling? Is it something that can transcend fate?

Edward remembered the light of the ivory tower, his father's eyes, the cold jungle and the night.

The Son of Man wants to shout.

"..."

Cold night, silent tower.

In the endless darkness, the girl spoke softly:

"Please treat tonight's conversation as an experience. Don't take it seriously. I know you are not willing to let go of those things. This requires a process. You can try to understand while fighting for the interests of the Federation, right? After all..."

"I am willing."

Edward closed his eyes, like closing a book and opening a new one.

"I'm willing to try hard, let me see your ideal you."

Hearing Edward suddenly say this, Harley was stunned for a moment.

She looked at those silver eyes and for a moment she couldn't understand.

"You said...you are willing?"

When she said that, Edward naturally prepared to confirm it again. However, before he could open his mouth, Harilalli said happily:

"Haha, then you have to prove it to me!"

"I..."

"But I believe you, I really do."

The girl's words stunned Edward. Their silver eyes met their bloodshot eyes, staring at each other in the endless night.

He felt an emotion spreading in his heart, making his face hot. It was an emotion he had never experienced before and it was very unfamiliar.

"It's getting late. Let's keep tonight's story a secret. Don't tell the federals. I'm afraid they'll call me a lunatic."

"I'll keep it a secret."

"Really?" Hallilali smiled lightly.

"Will do."

"OK then."

Hallilali closed her eyes, nodded, and turned around.

"Remember, tell them to keep it a secret too."

"Who?" Edward frowned.

As soon as she finished speaking, Hallilali disappeared into a red crack and her figure disappeared.

Edward slowly walked to the stairs of the watchtower, stuck his head out and saw two confused faces—

——It was Aleph and Ivar. I don’t know when these two guys started eavesdropping.

They obviously didn't realize what they were going to hear, and when Edward looked at their faces, he only saw two faces full of question marks.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked coldly.

Ivar and Aleph seemed to be still in shock. After seeing Edward, it took them a long time to react:

"Ah! That's it! That's it!"

"Go back to the dormitory," Edward's voice was cold, "Don't tell anyone, otherwise..."

"I know...I know..."

After receiving a positive answer, Edward brushed past the two and headed towards the dormitory.

He knew that tonight, he was not the only one who was changed.

......

Interlude) Whisper (Part 2)

Hermes sat in the helicopter without saying a word, staring at the black tide land outside the window.

The red light that split the sky and the earth broke out again and again on the plain, flashing like thunder and shaking the earth.

That was the power of the Hafergard people. Hermes had seen it too many times in the past six months. He was surprised at first, but now he was just numb.

As the head of the Akademi Federation in the East Continent, Hermes has always followed the teachings of his father Laplace. He followed his "vocation" and stayed behind the battle line, responsible for planning and layout.

Although he still wanted to go to the front, he restrained himself.

The interests of the Federation are the most important... He told himself this countless times at night.

"..."

The helicopter landed on the Black Tide Land, stirring up a dust-free wind. Under the escort of armed personnel, Hermes once again set foot on the Black Tide Land.

He looked not far away and saw an old man in white clothes sheathing a pitch-black sword and hanging it around his waist.

The old man was Hassanka Hafurgaard, the Sword Buried Man, the scavenger outside the front lines.

This time Hermes came here to select a site for the new front-line command center, so he had to seek the opinions of the Hafrigad people.

"Hello, Sword Burial Man." Hermes slowly walked to Hassanka's side and bowed his head respectfully.

"You need a new combat center location, right?" Hassanka walked in front of Hermes, "This is it."

Hermes looked around and found that the area was indeed very flat, a plain area with a clear view on all sides. If a fortress was built there, it would be easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The only thing to worry about is that there is a lake in the east of this area. The lake is pitch black, and there are strange disturbances evaporating outward from it.

Hassanka seemed to be cleaning up the Black Lake earlier...

Hermes glanced at Hassanka, pointed at the Black Lake and said:

"That lake, is it okay?"

“There is a problem,” Hassanka’s answer was unexpected. “The thing in there is very powerful. Even I was injured.”

As he spoke, Hassanka rolled up his sleeves, and Hermes saw dark scars on the old man's arms. The scars were slowly healing under the interweaving of red lightning, and they looked very deep.

"What's in there?" Hermes couldn't help but wonder.

"Something that will devour you," Hassanka smiled kindly, "Why? Want to find out?"

"I...I want to see."

Hermes said nervously. He thought Hassanka would refuse directly, but the old man nodded:

"Then let's see."

After saying this, Hassanka walked towards the lake. Hermes followed him, and soon they were at the lakeside.

The Black Lake was like an eye on the dark plain, staring blankly at the sky. Hermes felt something was strange when he saw the black lake, and only when he got closer did he understand the source of this strangeness -

——The surface of the Black Lake does not reflect any light.

All the light seemed to disappear when it hit the lake, swallowed up by the unknown darkness. While looking at the lake, Hermes felt a gravitational force appearing around him.

He wanted to see what was in the depths of the lake.

"I have cleared out the things in here. It is safe for now." Hassanka said.

"For now?" Hermes recovered from his distraction.

"Yes, if there are high-level entities influencing this place, it can still become a gate to the netherworld, allowing the Black Tide followers to emerge from it."

Hassanka said, looking up at Hermes:

"Use this place as a base and build facilities around this black lake to protect it."

Hermes immediately understood Hassanka's intention: this Black Lake is the only potential passage to the underworld in a large area. As long as it is used as the combat center and front-line bases are deployed around it, it will be difficult for the Black Tide followers to contact the Black Lake in the first place.

What a counter-intuitive move! If Hermes took action, he would probably abandon this area, which would give the Black Tide a potential breakthrough point.

I am indeed not fit to lead... Hermes clenched his fists.

He looked up at the old man in front of him. Just half a year after Hafgard landed, there were already countless legends surrounding this "Sword Burial Man".

He could tear apart those mountain-like monsters with one strike, and could quickly shuttle across the entire continent in the form of a dimensional rift. He often taught the soldiers combat knowledge without reservation, and there were even rumors that he had met a few Dila people who accidentally came here from the mainland island, and even accepted those two people as his apprentices.

The Hafurgard people are all-rounders.

"I see," Hermes nodded, "I'll go and make arrangements right away."

Hassanka nodded, turned around and drew out his black knife. Just as he was about to tear open the crack, he heard Hermes calling him:

"Teacher [Sword Burial]."

"Hmm?" Hassanka looked back.

"I..."