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

Laplace wiped his face with his hand, stood up, stretched his shoulders twice, and prepared to activate the Tower of Babel again.

At this moment, the sending log popped up:

"【Wide Area Broadcast】Has been successfully launched...Range...Planetary level..."

What? [Wide Area Broadcast]? Laplace was stunned for a moment, then he used his hand to play back what happened in the three seconds after [Tower of Babel] was taken over.

He saw the log:

In the first second, the launch command of [Tower of Babel] after accumulating energy was converted into the launch of [Wide Area Broadcast].

In the second, two simple broadcast words were written.

In the third second, the broadcast content was transmitted at the highest power.

Laplace did not look at the results of the broadcast. He stared at the broadcast words programmed by Carly Philos, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The announcement was simple, just two names:

"Perlis Hafurgard, Carly Philos."

These two names were transmitted by the Tower of Babel using a frequency band that humans can understand, instantly covering the entire planet.

Everyone will know these two names, everyone, everyone under the Tower of Babel.

That’s billions of anchors.

...END...

7) Child of Men or Gods

"Little White Flower, make a wish?"

The darkness was lit up by candlelight, and Perlis once again saw Carly across the table. Her ice-blue eyes were reflecting the candles on the cake, as beautiful as two gems.

Pearlis stared at those eyes blankly, and then two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

She sobbed softly, and the emotions that had been pent up for a long time seemed to burst out in an instant. She suddenly felt so helpless, the emptiness in her heart was burning, and her tears seemed to be scalding.

Looking at the crying Perlis, Carly on the other side of the table smiled bitterly and reached out to wipe away her tears:

"Don't keep crying... You're not a little girl anymore..."

"...I'm...I'm sorry..." Perlis was still sobbing.

When she looked up again after crying herself tired, Carly was gone. The candles on the table had burned out, and the wax drips had made a mess of the surface of the cake. The words "Perlis Havrgard" outlined in icing had also become blurred.

Perlis knew that she was dying and the [Pure White Fireworks] was waking up.

No matter what happens next, it probably has nothing to do with her. As the prophecy says, the Son of God will eventually be liquidated and killed by the Son of Man.

She couldn't change anything, it was the same as always.

"..."

Perlis sat silently in the darkness. She didn't know how long it had passed. The cake and the table on the table disappeared. She stood in the darkness far away from everything, getting farther and farther away.

There seemed to be a noisy sound around, accompanied by a slight tremor. Perlis raised her head and looked around, but found that she could not see anything clearly.

The noisy sounds were indistinguishable, but Perlis instinctively felt that she might be on a train.

This train has no destination. Its purpose is to get away, away from everyone, away from the whole world.

After this thought came to her mind, the scene around Perlis suddenly changed into a dark carriage. She was sitting on a soft seat. There was no one sitting opposite the table. There was a small white flower placed on the table in front of her.

Perlis picked up the small white flower, quietly looked at the white petals dancing unsteadily like fireworks, and murmured:

"Bye now..."

At this moment, a beam of light suddenly came in from the window, accompanied by countless whispers:

"...Perlis Hafurgard...?"

"...Who is speaking..."

"...Ms. Perlis...?"

"...Whose name...?"

It seemed as if countless rays of starlight were suddenly running parallel to the train. The speed of the train suddenly slowed down, and the wheels made a mournful sound unwillingly on the railway, splashing white sparks.

Hundreds of millions of anchors appeared from nowhere and forced the train to a stop.

Perlis suddenly remembered that she had something important to do.

......

"Buzzing..."

The crimson light pierced into the dark vision, and the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Perlis opened her eyes and found herself lying under a red sky, with pure white flames burning around her.

She slowly got up, rubbed her head, and found that her thoughts were hazy and she couldn't remember many things.

Not surprising... Who knows how many Perlis Hafgard are left?

According to the process, she should have collapsed by now...but those countless anchor points pulled her back the moment she was on the verge of destruction, locking her firmly in her current state.

This state won't last long...it will probably be over soon...

But before that, it's enough to get what needs to be done...

"I haven't forgotten...I have to settle the score with you..."

Perlis raised her head and looked at the huge thing in front of her - the dark mountains extended all the way to the red dome, with a hideous outline, shaped like the spine of a wild beast.

The plates of the ice field squeezed together, sending this ten thousand meter high mountain up to the clouds. The boiling sea of ​​clouds was dyed blood red by the red sky. Surrounding the peak of the black mountain range, chain lightning flashed through the clouds from time to time, illuminating the huge shadow hidden in the sea of ​​clouds.

The shadow was surrounded by several asymmetrical pairs of wings, whose shape was difficult to describe, revealing the dual meanings of blasphemy and holiness.

That's God.

And this towering black mountain is the throne of God.

Below the throne, countless black lines hung on a shadow - it was an angel with black wings, long pure white hair hanging all the way down to His waist, and starlight flowing in the red of His eyes.

His face still bears some of the features of Hermes von Valantia, but it is more delicate and delicate, making it difficult to tell whether it is male or female.

In the illusion of the Old Blessed Temple, Perlis had seen the angels flying in the Ivory Tower. Those angels all had empty eyes and were unconscious, but the angel in front of her had a faint smile on her face.

"【Pure White Flame】, you resist fate, but you will eventually be bound by the gravity of fate."

Suleiman chuckled and looked at his hands. Darkness flowed on his hands, outlining strange totems.

"In the endless darkness, I spent countless hours trying to comprehend the prophecy... I foolishly swallowed up those civilizations and engraved their memories in the netherworld, turning them into marks. But at that time, I only regarded them as decorations on my wings... No, their existence has a more important meaning, which is to become my anchor..."

"...All the marks in the netherworld are my anchors, they bind me, shape the fragile piece of paper of Suleiman Agust, separate humanity from divinity, and let me stand before you..."

"...I am a god, but I am also a [son of man], a child of Laplace von Valantia, a child of the tower, a child of civilization..."

"...and you...you are chaos, the [Pure White Flame], the [Son of God]..."

"...Why are you still running away? Your fate is to turn into white flames and be devoured by me..."

Suleiman looked down at Perlis. The giant shadow of God flickered in the clouds above His head, and the smile on His face became more and more obvious.

"...Then, let us confirm this prophecy. Turn into white flames, and then be killed by me, completing your role as a gear..."

"Stop talking so much..."

Pearlis interrupted Suleiman, she took out the butterfly knife, spun it lightly a few times, and then held it tightly.

The girl faced the towering dark mountain range, which was the throne of God. Compared with that giant, Perlis was pitifully small, like a small flower in front of the mountain.

But there was no trace of fear on her face. Instead, she seemed calm and composed.

"...You all like to sing about how great you are, telling everyone the truth and making everyone submit..."

"...But I don't want to listen. I'm not here to listen to your reasoning..."

"...I'm here to settle accounts with you."

Perlis's bloodshot eyes condensed slightly, the broken halo lit up, and white flames ignited on her body.

She couldn't remember many things clearly, and she knew that she would not be able to hold on for much longer before she was shattered. The return of [Pure White Flame] was almost inevitable.

But the emotion in her heart was stronger than ever.

She wants revenge.

"God, huh? It's okay. You'll bleed."

Perlis gently turned the butterfly knife, held it in reverse, and took a step forward without hesitation.

Her long pure white hair fluttered behind her like fireworks as the lonely girl rushed towards the throne of God, towards God!

......

7) Son of Man, Son of God (Part 2)

"Boom!"

Crimson thunder exploded in the clouds, and the giant above the sea of ​​clouds seemed to flap its wings, and a gust of wind rolled in from the hideous mountains.

The wind carried with it bits of pitch-black feathers, each of which flashed with blasphemous black light, and rolled towards Perlis like a storm.

Wherever those feathers landed on an entity, they created a black ripple, transforming the surrounding area into pure darkness.

Perlis tore open the cracks, dodging the angel wings along the way. She crossed the hundred-meter ravine in one go, landed on the steep black mountain, and ran quickly upwards.

At the end of the Pillar of Heaven is God, the being she is going to destroy.

That is the ancient god [Inmotalus] who contains the complete [Engraved Ink], the demon who destroyed countless civilizations, and a bad fate originating from the [High Heaven].

He is the cause of everything, He is hidden in all the processes, and now He has ushered in the time of result.

Perlis is the only person in the world who can face Him. Her only chance is to transform herself into a raging fire and fight Him to the death with the power of white flames.

This is a war hidden at the end of the world, and only two people know about it.

With Perlis's strong senses, she realized that she was in a kingdom of God. When this kingdom of God based on the ice field spreads, the world will have a new look.

Just like the situation in Shangshu City, the marks from the lower world cover and rewrite the real world. These two forces also come from the authority of "creation". Once completed, they cannot be reversed.

Such an ending would mean that everything Perlis was familiar with would be destroyed, and she would not accept such an ending.

In just eighteen years, she met many people, some of whom plunged her into the abyss, some of whom lifted her out of the icy rain, and some of whom gave her a new life.

She didn't want to lose those people.

But what are those people's names...?

"...I can't remember...I can't remember..."

Perlis ran quickly on the black hillside, repeating those five words over and over again with a dazed look on her face.

She became faster and faster, white flames bursting out from the ends of her hair, tearing apart the angel rain that tried to get close to her.

Pure divinity means power, but also means the loss of humanity.

"Buzzing—"

Deep darkness suddenly spread across the hideous hillside. Suleiman's white-haired figure suddenly appeared from the side, and black totems lit up between his muscles that were carved as delicately as marble statues.

He waved his hand, and a torrential downpour of black light poured towards Perlis, as sharp as a blade.

Perlis waved her hand, and the butterfly knife brought a streak of white flame, cutting the rain in half.

"bass--"

She fixed her eyes, paused time, and quickly approached Suleiman.

Before she reached Suleiman's location, time began to flow again. Suleiman "created" "flowing" time, then dragged out a wing-shaped black long knife from the shadows and swung it towards Perlis.

"clang--"

Perlis met the attack with her butterfly knife, sparks flew, and she flew back a distance, escaping into the crack in mid-air.

Suleiman dodged sharply, and a crack suddenly appeared where he was. The shattering of the dimension destroyed part of the wings behind him.

"Smart, but reckless."

As soon as Suleiman stretched out his hand, Perlis's shadow was controlled. She was suddenly pressed by the shadow and fell to the ground, with her bones making a "cracking" sound.