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

He could not have any hesitation, nor could he show mercy. Even if Harry Smith might die, he had to do his utmost to prevent Zu Chumen from reaching the [Frontier] after the fugue.

Just as the flaming giant sword was about to touch Zu Chumen's head, his body twitched violently, and then he took a deep breath -

"Haa ...

Zu Chumen's voice suddenly turned into a dazed and clear boy's voice. Pace looked closely and found that the darkness in his eyes had dissipated.

Did Truman Zu simply give up control of Harry Smith?

Pace didn't guess, he turned his hand and hit Harry Smith on the head with the flat of his sword, knocking him unconscious.

This way, whether or not he was still tainted by Zu Chumen, there would be no risk of him posing a threat.

After doing this, Pace turned around and saw that Vasily had jumped onto the Frontier and entered the cockpit.

"I'm in! What now?"

"Set the self-destruction time to half a minute, pop out the [Tower of Babel Prism], and then we'll get out of here!" Pace gave the order immediately.

If [Frontier] is one of the bodies that Zu Chumen used to possess, then as long as he is not completely destroyed, he will try to possess it.

This guy might have originally wanted to use Harry's body to eliminate threats like Pace and Vasily first, and then go and seize the body of [Frontier]. Now that his trick has been discovered, there is only one option left.

He will seize the [Frontier] by force.

Pace rushed to the [Border], ready to lend a hand, when Vasily's screams were heard:

"Aaaaaaaah!! Don't come over here!! He's already...he..."

In the cockpit of [Frontier], Vasily's stomach was pierced by a dark shadow and blood was gushing out.

He stared fiercely at the existence on the screen in front of him - it was a two-dimensional shadow, crawling in the darkness, accompanied by a few roars coming from under the space.

"Mortal...!" Zu Chumen's voice was majestic and high, "You can't kill God!"

"You...you are a shitty god..." Vasily panted rapidly, one hand fell on the control panel, "You are just a...coward...!"

He pulled a lever suddenly, and in an instant, a series of red Thebitten warnings appeared in the window of [Frontier]:

"【Self-destruction protocol】has been initiated...Execute immediately..."

As early as in Aston Plains, Vasily had debugged the self-destruct system of [Frontier] and set the time to be immediate.

He had already anticipated the possible problems that might arise with this mecha that had been fugued by the underworld. This hunter, who had been trained by the wind and snow of Wanren Mountain, had always possessed the sharpest intuition and unwavering determination.

He would not leave any chance for the enemy. In this duel, a mistake of half a second would turn the hunter into the prey.

Vasily is a [stalker], a hunter.

"No!!! What are you doing!!!" Zu Chumen's shadow tore at Vasily's body, "Stop!"

"I'll take you home, coward (Thebite)," Vasily said with a ferocious smile, "The Tyrant says hello (Thebite)."

Outside, Pace watched as red light exploded from the mechanical structure of the [Frontier] one after another, and a dark aura permeated at the same time - that was the trace left by the [Dark Emblem] after the fugue.

"team leader!"

Pace roared, but his roar was drowned out by the storm of annihilation caused by the factor energy - in an instant, the shell of [Frontier] was torn into pieces by the light, and exploded from the inside out.

"boom------"

The red light came with a deep shadow, and Pace felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and then he sank and fell into the endless darkness.

......

6) Under the Tower of Babel (Part 11)

Ashley fled from the hot environment like a madman, with her hair disheveled, looking like a lunatic who had escaped from a mental hospital.

When her brain was calmed down by the cold air, she was shocked to find herself in that corridor again, standing by the window.

The fine and dense rain hit the window, bringing the cool air in through the glass. The sound of the raindrops gradually slowed down Ashley's breathing.

She held the glass with her hands and leaned her forehead against it with her eyes closed.

too tired.

Everything seemed to be in chaos in an instant - Laplace's speech, the destruction of the [Military Headquarters], and the sound of gunfire outside.

She was worried about Alex's safety all the time. The man was in the riot police and she didn't know what happened to him now.

Thinking of Alex, Ashley opened her eyes and looked out the window, trying to find the man.

As in every other case, she did not see Alex, but the crowd that had been dispersed by the firepower seemed to be gathering again far outside the square.

Were those "newsboys" manipulating the crowd again? Ashley clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to do something, but without the orders from the "military", she found herself like a headless fly.

Ashley thought about at least bringing Alex some water or something, but with the several launches of the "Tower of Babel", the "Ice Storm" seemed to be trying more and more to break out of containment, and the security center had to do its best to barely suppress it.

Now, she is surrounded by a lot of troubles and can't do anything.

Ashley sighed softly, tidied her messy hair, and prepared to go back to the security center to continue her work.

If the [Ice Storm] breaks through containment, all the efforts made by everyone will be in vain.

Ashley suddenly hated those people - [World Alliance], [Newsboy]. These people ruined her peaceful life. Originally, she had the support of the Federation, and except for a few hard days on field work, she lived a comfortable life.

And now, she was working so hard to stop something that could destroy the entire city, and she couldn't even meet Alex.

Why not just submit to the shadow of the Tower of Babel? Are so-called freedom and sovereignty really that important? If everyone submits, wouldn't all these difficulties have to go away?

"..."

Ashley took a deep breath of cold air, took one last look at the daylight cut by the rain, and then left the window.

She was tired and was looking forward to the rain stopping.

......

Where is this...

Pace opened his eyes and found darkness all around him, but there seemed to be a flat ground holding him down.

A river was flowing right below him. He could not see the shape of the river, but he could sense the grandeur of its flow.

This is the [Netherworld]... but it doesn't feel like the Netherworld...

A rapid breathing sound came from behind. Pace turned around and found a hunched body curled up on the ground.

The body was crawling with difficulty towards the other end of the endless darkness. Aging and malnutrition made his back bulge, and his skin was covered with dark spots, making him look very scary.

Pace seemed to know who that was. He silently drew out his cold steel knife, quickly walked to the guy's side, and squatted down:

"you are dead."

Zu Chumen seemed not to have heard what Pace said. He just kept crawling on his own and it took him a long time to move just a few centimeters.

Pace quietly watched the [Blade of the Tower of Babel] crawling in the darkness. After a few dozen seconds, he placed the cold steel knife across Zu Chumen's neck to prevent him from moving forward.

It was only at this time that Zu Chumen uttered an "Ah..." and turned to look at Pace.

His face looked like a skeleton, with a thin layer of skin stretched tightly over the protruding bones of his cheekbones, making him look like a dehydrated corpse.

But there was still a gleam of wisdom in those black eyes, and he didn't seem afraid:

"Pace Monarch, you caught me, do you like this ending?"

"I'm so happy. I can finally kill you, a worse-than-animal thing." Pace said lightly.

Zu Chumen suddenly laughed:

"But even if you kill me, you will still be the smallest variable and will not be able to change the situation in any way."

"But I killed you and I'm happy." Pace murmured.

"Because of what I did? Haha, you are too narrow-minded. You are used to judging high-ranking officials from an individual perspective, but high-ranking officials have perspectives that you never have. It's like an ant moving a mountain. Everything you do is just a small variable. When the flow of history is strong enough, this small variable cannot reverse it."

"So you think you are the powerful current and we are all damn ants?" Pace whispered.

"Isn't it? You crawled, trying to change the inevitable outcome, but you... ahem...!"

When Zu Chumen was halfway through his speech, Pace cut his throat with a cold steel knife. Blood gushed out, passed through the plane under Zu Chumen's feet, and fell into the river below.

The dying old man was struggling on the ground. He crawled with difficulty, like a thirsty man crawling towards a spring in the desert, but in the end he bled to death and lay on the ground.

"Who is crawling now?" Pace wiped the blood off the cold steel knife with his hand and raised his head.

The darkness above his head gradually disintegrated, and a force dragged him upwards, and the light became stronger and stronger.

When he came to his senses, he was standing next to the wreckage of the Frontier, surrounded by a mess.

The self-destruction protocol destroyed almost half of the factor energy observatory. Half of the building on the cliff has collapsed, and the other half is tilting dangerously and may fall at any time.

Pace suddenly heard a cough and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated - that was the sound coming from the wreckage of [Frontier], it could only be Vasily.

"team leader!"

Pace ran to the remaining half of the cockpit of the Frontier and peeled off the tattered iron plates, not caring at all that the sharp edges made his hands bloody.

He finally dug out the man under the wreckage - Vasily was lying in the cockpit with his eyes closed and blood all over his body.

Hearing the noise, he struggled a bit, but just collapsed weakly on the seat:

"...Is that you, kid..."

"It's me," Pace squatted in front of Vasily, "It's me."

When he glanced at Vasily's body, he knew that he was beyond saving - the red light annihilation almost destroyed his entire body surface structure, and probably only his face was still relatively intact.

Two dried streaks of blood flowed on the once heroic and tough face, like tears of blood.

"Hey... Great, it looks like you killed that son of a bitch..."

"You did it, Captain," Pace whispered. "You did it."

Tears started streaming down his face without him noticing, and Pace suppressed his voice so that the captain wouldn't hear.

Vasily laughed lowly, then pointed to his chest:

"here..."

In fact, Pace had already seen that thing - under Vasily's destroyed giant armor, the pendant box hung on a thin gold chain was swaying gently.

The pendant box was burned half black by the fire, but the surface that was not damaged still shone with a hint of golden light.

"......"

Pace reached out, pulled gently, removed the locket, and opened it.

What caught my eye was a photo of a little girl with black hair. Even through the texture of the low-quality film, the smile on her face seemed to be glowing.

"I'm sorry...I lied to you...I have concerns...and regrets...Please help me take care of her...Thank you for the trouble..."

"Okay..." Pace nodded.

"She is the reason why I bet on you..." Vasily suddenly laughed, "The bloody traditions of the mountain people are not suitable for this era, nor for my little flower... She is too immature... She can't survive..."

"She is like a ray of light in a snowstorm... You will eat raw meat and drink blood to survive, but will you let the only light take away from you?"

"When I saw you running towards that girl like that... I was touched by you... Bah..." Vasily spat out a mouthful of blood, "... I'm really not good at making things sentimental, but... I was thinking... could you be a possibility..."

Both of them seemed to recall the scene at the Wanren Mountain execution ground: the young man rushing towards the white-haired girl, and the captain roaring and pulling open the encirclement.

"I won't let you down... I will do it..." Pace's voice became hoarse.

"Then go ahead, kid..." Vasily looked up, "It's not over yet... we still have to continue... we still have to see..."

The red light gradually covered the sky like the rising sun. Pace raised his head. The light of the Tower of Babel illuminated the sky, and red thunder and storms gathered around it.

The wind came, and the jungle of Lavis was blown by the strong wind. Pace's mind was empty. He seemed to have known this ending long ago, but he still felt empty.

Zu Chumen was right. How could Laplace not know what the [Babel Prism] could do?

He did not intervene deliberately, indeed because Pace was just a minor variable that did not require attention.

No matter how many such variables there are, they cannot change the direction of the river.

It might take hundreds of years for a tiny ant to shake the foundation of a tall tower, but a person living in the tower can kill the ant with just one kick.

As if he heard the sound of the wind, Vasily murmured in a low voice:

"Boy...we lost?"

"No, we didn't lose," Pace said softly, "It's just windy. It's always going to be windy."