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

"You..." Zu Chumen's voice was hoarse, "You are just a mortal."

"Aren't you?" Pace murmured, "Or, where is God in this world?"

"You don't know the true power of Hafgard. My current body is just the beginning. I will move towards the starry sky!" Zu Chumen tore open his windbreaker, revealing his torso made of machinery and black meat.

His figure turned into black wind, his feet stirred up a series of splashes on the wet ground, and in an instant he was in front of Pace.

Pace raised his sword, blocked, and counterattacked. The two continued to fight on the wet ground, and the sound of metal and iron exploded repeatedly.

Zu Chumen's battle strategy seemed to have changed. He began to constantly use his murderous perception to predict Pace's attacks, while restraining his attacks as much as possible because he realized that Pace could see through his "Red Line".

Gradually, Pace felt that his own strength could no longer keep up. Although Zu Chumen's "pseudo-god body" had been severely damaged, the powerful energy of the black water life itself still supported him.

No matter how powerful Pace is, he is still a mortal.

"clang--"

After Pace's attack failed again, he was pushed back dozens of steps by Zu Chumen, and his staggering footsteps repeatedly splashed water on the ground.

He raised his hand and fired the hand cannon again, but the bullets were once again blocked by Zu Chumen without exception.

"How many times have you fired bullets at me? Can't you learn?" Zu Chumen smiled sarcastically, "That's right, this is the difference, the barbaric mountain people only have muscles, but their brains are still uncivilized."

He turned his completely intact arm blade, and looked at Pest's Svarog, which had been cut by the "Red Line" and was almost polished to a mirror-like surface, and his confidence returned to him.

"Laplace promised to take me to the starry sky with him," Zu Chumen murmured, "He is a true genius, and you are all just bugs, why don't you crawl for the rest of your lives?"

"I can't help it. I was born with wings. I can't do it."

Pace smiled bitterly. He inexplicably remembered that at the door of Monark Mansion, a girl cried and cut off the family crest with "Snow Sculpture" printed on his chest.

There's no such thing as being born with wings. It's just that times have changed and we have to grow up.

"It's time to end it," Pace whispered, "Let's fight to the death."

4) Rain (Part 7)

"..."

Listening to Pace's words, Zu Chumen said nothing, but just stood silently on the ground full of water.

Violent red arcs of electricity flashed on his arm blade, creating broken spots of light on the water beneath his feet.

Pace held Svarog in his hand, his expression focused, fire burning in his black eyes.

The two men stood facing each other motionlessly, and the remaining water in the ceiling shower head fell drop by drop onto the wet floor, making crisp "pa pa" sounds.

After a heavy sound of water drops, the sword light spread out.

"bass--"

Zu Chumen only felt a flash of gust of wind, and in just a moment, Pace's figure disappeared from his sight.

His killing intent sensed and he turned around subconsciously.

——Pace had already been behind him without him knowing, and the giant sword attacked him with a trail of fire.

"clang!"

Zu Chumen blocked the attack, but was knocked back dozens of steps by the strange force of the blow, losing all his strength.

Seeing the opportunity, Pace leaned forward and jumped out, waving [Svarog] vigorously with his arms bulging with veins——

"call--"

"call--"

Zu Chumen dodged the two swords deftly, seized the opportunity, raised his blade and slashed down fiercely -

"clang!"

Pace blocked it with his sword horizontally, then suddenly tilted the blade, used Zu Chumen's blade as a springboard to prop up his body and jumped high.

He spun in the air several times, holding the giant flaming sword high up, like an angel judging mortals.

"You have to pay the price!"

Pace roared, and swung the giant blade downward with all his strength.

"clang--"

Zu Chumen used all his strength to block the attack, and his arm blade cracked and was about to be torn apart by [Svarog].

At this moment, the redstone on his arm burst into arcs of electricity, increasing his strength to the limit.

With this force, Zu Chumen swung the blade back and threw Pace out.

Pace adjusted his posture in the air, touched the ground with both feet, and then stabbed [Svarog] into the ground fiercely.

Just when Zu Chumen was subconsciously preparing to take the initiative to attack, he heard Pace yelling:

"Vassili! Now!"

A red light emerged from the side, but Zu Chumen’s sense of murderous intent failed at this moment.

Because the attack was not directed at him, but at Pace——

"boom------"

The [Tower of Babel Prism] on the [Frontier] ejected a violent red beam of light, hitting Pace and hitting the [Svarog] in front of him.

The flaming giant sword suddenly exploded into a blazing white state. At the same time, its mirror-like blade, polished by Zu Chumen, refracted the red light in all directions.

"boom--"

The scattered beams of light hit the ceiling, floor, and wall at once, and the strongest beam of light hit the target that Pace was aiming at -

——Zu Chumen is preparing to attack.

"Try to block this! Bastard!" Pace yelled.

Yes, Hafgard’s sense of murderous intent is very strong, but that is also based on the premise of strong combat experience.

Zu Chumen only relied unilaterally on his intuition and could at most detect attacks directed at himself.

As for the attacks spread through the media, he is afraid he is powerless to reverse the situation.

"...!"

Looking at the gushing red light, Zu Chumen took two steps back, not even having time to withdraw his attacking posture.

Then, the red light engulfed him—

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Zu Chumen let out a dull and hoarse scream, and Pace saw his body being dissolved by the red light, bursting out with molten iron-like substance.

He has a brilliant mind, but he is not a strong fighter after all. He has strength but lacks the imagination that a fighter should have.

For example, he only laughed at Pace for firing even though he knew he couldn't hit the target, but he didn't realize the real reason why Pace did that -

——The factor energy dispersed in the air charges the [Babel Prism] of [Frontier].

Pace's continuous firing was just to confuse the audience, making Zu Chumen unaware of the strange phenomenon nearby, and even not noticing Vasily's actions.

This is the result of the warrior's experience, imagination and determination.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Zu Chumen was torn apart inch by inch by the light of the [Babel Prism]. Faced with such a sudden attack, he did not have time to use any means of defense.

With the last bit of his strength, he raised his arm blade high, and drew a red line in the torrent of red light.

"bass!"

After the launch of the [Babel Prism] was completed, Pace poked his head out from behind [Svarog] and saw a mass of black substance left where Zu Chumen had stood before.

The object was still surging, and deep darkness was settling within it.

"He escaped," Vasily jumped out of the cockpit of the [Frontier], "But he was in a very bad state. I'm afraid he won't be able to do much good."

"..."

Pace didn't say anything. He glanced at the devastated hangar hall. All that was left of the coalition soldiers were some black fragments floating in a thin layer of water.

The roar of the silverfish echoed in his ears. The scavengers were obviously also flesh and blood people...

"Keep an eye on this place and make sure nothing else goes wrong. Don't call anyone else in for now," Pace said. "I'm going to catch Laplace."

"Okay, don't worry," Vasily patted Pace's shoulder, "I'll help you keep an eye on it."

Pace turned around, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator rose quickly and soon reached the top floor of the Eye of the Sky, the Laplace private floor.

The elevator door opened, and a minimalist corridor came into view. There was nothing in this corridor, except for a door at the end.

Pace put the giant sword on his back, drew out the cold steel knife suitable for close combat, and then walked carefully through the corridor.

He was on guard for any new ambushes, but until he reached the door, everything went smoothly.

"..."

Pace knocked gently on the door, and after a brief delay, the door opened and the aroma of tea filled the air.

He immediately spotted Laplace sitting at the end of the room—he was sitting behind his desk, making tea.

"Laplace von Valantia."

Pace drew the hand cannon from his waist, aimed at Laplace, and walked into the room.

He quickly scanned every corner of the room: the room was neither big nor small, had everything he needed, and was filled with the atmosphere of life, so he didn't notice any ambush for a while.

At least, there was no ambush in the open.

Long before entering the Eye in the Sky, Pace had told Evans that if Pace's vital signs ceased, the entire Eye in the Sky would be immediately destroyed with the largest missile fleet.

It would be better to kill Laplace than to let him escape.

"..."

Laplace ignored Pace. He just quietly poured a cup of tea and swirled the cup in front of his nose, savoring the aroma.

Just as Pace was about to speak again, the old man with silver eyes raised his head and said in a deep voice:

"Do you like tea?"

......

4) Rain (Part 8)

"Tea?"

After hearing Laplace's words, Pace was stunned for a moment, then he spoke:

"I don't like it, but I want you to stop drinking. Stand up and raise your hand."

"I didn't like tea before. You know, people in the Federation love wine, especially the upper class. They can't avoid fine wine at parties."

Laplace ignored Pace and just talked to himself, taking a sip of tea.

He put the cup back on the table and continued:

"My habit of drinking tea started after I went to Qilang. Before that, tea was just an occasional pastime, not a deep hobby."

"That was at the frontline base in Qilang. A soldier treated me to tea and asked me to wait for a while."

"The tea doesn't look very good, which is not surprising. After all, it's the army's ration. How high-quality can it be?"

"But I still picked up the cup of tea and drank it, just to have something to do."

"When I heard the news of Hermes' disappearance, I panicked. He was the heir I had trained, my eldest son, and the precious legacy my wife Elizabeth left me. How could I not be anxious about this?"

"I kept drinking tea. It was very bitter, so bitter that it made me frown, but I just kept drinking it."

Laplace said as he stood up and looked out the French window at the Aston Plain.

"I always remind myself that fate is bitter. You can't hold it, just like you can't control the truth in the starry sky."

"Put your hands up," Pace warned again.

"Did you know that the I-Tlans also like to drink tea?" Laplace's face was half sideways, and his outline seemed a little dim in the light and shadow. "But they drink tea more as an elegant drink. They have long been accustomed to the bitterness, just like they are accustomed to the rain that always covers the archipelago."

"But I don't drink tea for this reason. Every time I drink tea, I will think of that afternoon when I sat alone in the reception room of the Qilang people, fearing the future of losing my eldest son."