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

Roger stared at the screen with empty eyes. After the second launch of the Tower of Babel, most of the troops that he had secretly taken over during Laplace's absence now surrendered to Laplace, seemingly trying to avoid liquidation.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

He had nothing more to say. Originally, he still had the trump card of [Ice Storm] in his hand, and planned to use it to threaten Laplace as a last resort.

Who would have thought that Laplace could control the soldiers in the Blackwater Soldier Project through the Tower of Babel? Now, the Academy Building has been surrounded by those monsters.

The end of the road.

Roger took off his military cap, and his experienced and heroic face was now covered with a layer of fatigue. He finally looked like an old man, an old man who had been tormented by ambition and power for decades, but in the end it was just a dream.

"It's really high, [Tower of Babel], it's really high."

Roger muttered, stood up, and walked out with his cane.

[Military Headquarters] In the square outside the base camp, the military's defense line has collapsed. There are no Blackwater soldiers here, and Roger has ordered them not to conflict with the civilians.

Later, even some soldiers joined the civilian side and began to denounce the guys in the base.

Looking at the surging crowd outside the door, Roger straightened his collar and the medal on his chest.

Then he opened the door and walked towards the crowd:

"You've all been deceived by Laplace! You son of a bitch!" Roger yelled, "You! All! Have been -"

His words came suddenly as a factor energy bullet pierced the medal on his chest, and blood gushed out, blooming in the air like a flower.

Roger fell to the ground, and the surging crowd trampled over him and rushed into the military headquarters.

......

Weird Forest - The border city of Ravis.

"Captain, something happened at the [military headquarters]... General MacArthur is dead, and we will not receive any more orders."

In the woods, an army was waiting for orders. They had been lurking here for a long time.

They were waiting for orders from the headquarters, ready to charge towards the tower at any time.

But the bad news finally came.

"I understand..." The captain nodded.

He raised his head and looked at the looming tower through the gaps between the trees, with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go for it." The captain finally decided.

No one objected to this. They didn't know what exactly happened to Weiser, but for a soldier, obeying orders was his duty.

Since this matter is most likely Laplace's arm, Laplace should pay the price for it.

The army began to move forward in the woods. They only had a few main battle tanks for siege, and most of their equipment was standard guerrilla equipment. Their original plan was to smash the gate of the [Tower of Babel], then control the elevator with a blitzkrieg and directly control the [Final Control Room].

Now that Laplace has been confirmed to be in the Tower of Babel, I'm afraid the place will be heavily guarded.

"..."

The army was about to reach the edge of the woods and would soon come to the open space around the base of the tower, when a faint hissing sound came from overhead.

The captain raised his head and immediately saw a red light.

Then, a red light flashed, and he was split in two.

"boom--"

The huge monster fell on the main battle tank. It looked like a swollen humanoid figure, with black mechanical arms covered with growing black flesh.

Those flesh and blood heads formed a bone blade. The monster only swung the blade, and the red line tore the main battle tank into two halves.

"Fire!"

The rifle's fire was focused on the monster, but the monster easily tore a crack and suddenly appeared at the end of the team.

"The tail is under attack! The tail is under attack!"

“No! Aaaaaaaaah!!!”

“What is that! Nooooooooo…”

Screams rang out one after another, and black blood and red blood splattered and intertwined in the strange fog forest.

After more than ten minutes, silence returned to the place, as usual.

......

6) Under the Tower of Babel (Part 2)

On a rainy day in Wiesel, police cars stirred up muddy water, splashing brown droplets onto the street.

No one scolded the police car for its recklessness. The chaotic crowd was running and shouting on the streets. The once clean streets were covered with muddy footprints.

Some people still stubbornly held up their protest signs, some carried the guns granted to them by the Constitution, and some threw Molotov cocktails at the Execution Armor's defense line, sparking sparks between the blue light shields of factor energy.

The city is dying.

Starting with the shooting at the Academy Building, the sparks in the hearts of the people of Weiser were completely ignited. When they learned that the mastermind behind all this suffering was actually the [Military] who had designed to frame Commander Laplace, they rushed into the base and killed Roger MacLather.

At this time, the body of the former general was fixed on a cross on the roof of a private car and was paraded through the streets surrounded by a chaotic crowd.

They shouted for the destruction of the military and prayed for the return of freedom.

At the entrance of the College Building, all the demonstrators retreated to the street outside the square, blocking the entire block.

Since the first shot was fired, only a few people who were not afraid of death rushed towards the Blackwater soldiers' defense line with guns, and without exception they were torn to pieces by the intensive firepower.

Only the remnants of the [Military] are still struggling to hold on. They dare not use heavy firepower to attack civilians and are trapped in military areas in several cities. Now they are like a candle in the wind.

"..."

At this moment, in a corner of this chaotic city, a hooded girl was watching all this quietly.

She looked away and walked straight towards a bridal shop on a street in the city center.

The automatic glass door slid open to both sides. As soon as Jessica entered the bridal shop, an assistant with a Wilkins-like appearance came forward with an embarrassed look:

"Miss, we...we are closed today because..."

"Because of the riot outside?" Jessica glanced at the wedding dresses displayed on the counter, "But they didn't affect you."

"That's because they don't need wedding dresses. Fortunately, we sell wedding dresses. If it were jewelry or other accessories, they would have been snapped up long ago."

In the context of today's riots, countless people with ill intentions have rushed into various stores in the name of "change for freedom", smashed glass counters, and then cleared out the contents.

On the way here, Jessica even saw someone throw a Molotov cocktail into a small store. Several people covered in flames rushed out, struggled and fell on the rainy street, turning into a charred ball.

The city is dying.

"It's okay, I will ensure your safety."

Without waiting for the assistant to say anything else, Jessica took off her hood and pointed to the newsboy cap on her head.

From the moment the riots began, complete information about the Newsboys organization was circulated on the Internet. They are now regarded as the leaders of change and people who "dare to tell the truth."

But Jessica knew that was just a title given to the Newsboys by Laplace. From then on, they were no longer a secret organization, but so-called leaders of change, only worthy of being led by the crowd and no longer having their own will.

The good thing is that this way, the newsboy cap at least has some use.

Sure enough, after seeing the newsboy cap on Jessica's head, the assistant's eyes suddenly changed.

"Well... well... but what does a lady like you need a wedding dress for on a day like this?"

"Maybe, she's going to get married." Jessica murmured.

Looking at those Wilkins-style wedding dresses, the voice from the past echoes in my ears:

"I heard that there are a lot of bridal shops owned by Wilkins in Wezel, and there are a lot of beautiful white wedding dresses! You have to go shopping with me when the time comes! Just consider it as a male perspective to screen my future groom!"

She remembered that colorful night when she was sitting by the window in a dark room with the lights off.

The person next to him agreed.

"Well, take a look at which style is more suitable?" The assistant nodded in surprise, as if he didn't know what kind of people would choose to get married at this time, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Jessica nodded, her eyes sweeping across the gorgeous wedding dresses. The Wilkins' style was either extremely simple or extravagant. The bold designs and exquisite materials looked like flowers in bud, waiting to be picked.

But she seemed unable to see the wedding dresses, all she could see was the neon lights of that night.

About half an hour later, Jessica stood in front of a wedding dress and pointed:

"Just this one."

......

Forest- Border City of Lavis

"Buzzing..."

Deep shadows appeared and disappeared in the forest, and the birds and animals scattered.

Pace opened the cockpit of the Frontier, jumped out, and immediately pressed the radio:

"The Tyrant is calling the Fist of Destruction. Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

There was no response. Pace tried a few more times and found that some powerful interference had disabled the radio, making it difficult for him to get a glimpse of what was happening over at Aston Plains.

"We have been silenced," Vasily came over, "The Tower of Babel is interfering with us."

"I expected that," Pace murmured, "Whatever their situation, it seems that we can only rely on ourselves now."

Pace turned his head and glanced at the hundreds of coalition soldiers, then turned to Harry and Yelena beside him:

"You two, do you have any ideas about the next battle plan?"

"Go raid the Tower of Babel," Harry gritted his teeth, "They must pay the price."

"No, that's too reckless. We don't know the status of the coalition forces yet," Yelena shook her head, her silver wings folding behind her. "In a few hours at most, the Babel Tower will launch again. Using such a short time to raid the Babel Tower, let alone whether it will succeed, is definitely not enough time."

"Indeed, we don't know the situation of the Dila Fleet yet. It is possible that they have successfully landed, or that they have been completely wiped out..." Pace held his chin with his hand, "But we can only choose to believe that there is still a possibility that we have a chance of winning..."

"What should I do then?" Harry was confused.

"Dr. Angela sent me a package she prepared before the launch of the Tower of Babel," Yelena tapped a few times on the terminal on her arm, "You can take a look at the details. Under the current circumstances, this may be a good solution."

The group then began to check the information sent by Ye Lina. Pace quickly read the briefing and then exclaimed softly:

"It's truly a ... bold and genius idea."

6) Under the Tower of Babel (Part 3)

In fact, the main plan given by Dr. Angela only had a few lines of text. The longer part was about explaining the principles needed for the plan, and Pace basically just glanced over it.

All in all, the plan is very simple: using the Babel Prism on the Frontier as an absorber, absorb a large amount of destructive factors in the entire Lavis territory before the Babel is launched, thereby reducing the charging efficiency of the Babel Tower.

This would extend the charging completion time of the Tower of Babel by a few hours. The extra time could be used to try to contact the coalition forces and the Dila Fleet to facilitate the formulation of the next plan.

"Using a prism and the Tower of Babel to seize resources sounds like a fantasy..." Vasily murmured.

Ye Lina looked down at the briefing and said:

"It is written in Dr. Angela's briefing that if the Tower of Babel has been launched once, a large area around it will become a thin factor energy field. It will take time for factors from far away to gather here, and the role of the Tower of Babel prism is to intercept those factors and prevent them from being captured by the Tower of Babel."

"Besides, the tower has already been fired twice, and the surrounding factor field will only be thinner." Pace nodded, "I think it's worth a try."

Harry Smith had been listening to everyone's conversation. When everyone had finished discussing, he whispered:

"So, where should we go to carry out this plan?"

"Dr. Angela included some factor energy observatories on the Lavis border in the briefing," Ye Lina's eyes kept scanning the briefing, "The nearest one to us is... about two kilometers away, on a hill."

"I'll go scout." The structure on Harry's steam armor changed. "The jungle is densely populated. Call me if there's anything on the ground."

"I'll go with you," Yelena spread her wings behind her, "Remember to fly low to avoid radar. I don't know if it will work, but I guess Laplace already knows we're here."

"I wish he knew," said Harry coldly.

The two of them leapt up, flew out of the woods, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Pace lowered his head, turned his gaze to the soldiers whose morale was low due to their current predicament, and sighed softly.

I have to say, the current situation is really desperate... Having lost contact with the outside world, all chances of success are pinned on a vague and illusory glimmer of hope.

If the coalition forces and the Dila fleet have been destroyed, then even if the current plan succeeds, it will be meaningless.