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

"Why can't I die? I'm tired anyway..." Ashlia lowered her head, but soon raised it again, "Can't I take one more bastard with me before I die? Klein, that bastard, should have died long ago."

"What about old Prince?" Perlis asked softly, without a trace of emotion in her voice, "Should he die too?"

"you!"

Ashilia stood up from the lawn suddenly and pulled out the knife from her waist, but Perlis was one step faster than her. With a flash of white shadow, the butterfly knife was already against Ashilia's neck.

"For the royal government, he died on the street, killed by the Great Prophet's gun," Perlis looked at Ashilia's panicked expression and said in a cold tone, "The opportunity he bought with his life is now in front of you—"

Perlis pointed at the wreckage on the road and stared at Ashilia.

"He died for you, and this is what you do with his life—"

"Attitude!? Life!? Only you have no right to say these words! [Blade of Babel]! Only you!"

Ashilia suddenly started to yell hysterically, her golden eyes staring fiercely at Perlis—

"How dare you say such words? How did you kill them? Do you regard them as living beings? How did you, the Federation people, treat us? Everyone is dead! Federation people! Everyone is dead because of you! Whether it's His Majesty the King or Her Majesty the Queen! They are all dead!"

There was a flash of fire in Ashlia's eyes, and the fire burned her golden pupils like some kind of hellish scene, making her pretty face pale.

"You are just a killing machine anyway, can't you just kill whoever you want? Isn't that what your [Blade of Babel] is for? You are not human! Not human! Don't pretend that you sympathize with the old man! Don't pretend that you sympathize with them!"

After a fierce roar, Ashilia bent down panting, sweat dripping down her cheeks, looking exhausted. At this moment, she no longer had the aura of a princess, but was just an angry child, a child venting her anger at Perlis.

Perlis looked coldly at Ashlia in front of her. She seemed to be sizing up the princess. The butterfly knife flashing with blood-red light was hovering in the air, like a will-o'-the-wisp against the backdrop of the night.

It seemed that someone on Wanren Mountain had also roared at her like this. Ever since she walked out of the icy rain that covered the entire world, such roars had often been heard in front of Perlis. She had long been accustomed to it and it was no longer surprising.

All in all, her existence seems to be a mistake, who cares about her explanation?

This is ridiculous. She could have ignored this matter and just focused on completing the exchange of interests with Ryan.

It's really stubborn.

The butterfly knife was slowly retracted. Perlis took one last look at Ashlia, turned around and walked down the hill without saying a word.

"Get out! Federals! Get out now!" Ashlia's roar came from behind, "You are not welcome here! I will kick you all out! Kick you all out!!"

Perlis did not look back, she just walked silently towards the distance. She did not need the existence of a burden, she was just fine being alone.

The moonlight illuminated Perlis's blood-red eyes, but it still could not penetrate the mist that shrouded them.

......

6) The Sins of the Great Prophets (Part 4)

When Pace returned to the base, it was already late at night. The subsequent battle in the Shura Field did not pose any real threat to him. He only suffered some flesh wounds, but it was not serious. But even so, Pace looked confused, which made Ryan speechless. So after returning to the base, Ryan directly pulled him into the training room.

"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?" Ryan asked, "Could it be that seeing the Black Boxing Champion scared you like this?"

"That guy... was too much..." Pace recalled the scene with great fear, "That was a living person... He just..."

"It's just some blood and flesh, are you scared of that..." Ruiyin covered his head with a headache, "Come... sit down first."

Ryan pulled Pace to sit on the lounge chair in the training room. Pace stared blankly at the sandbag hanging in the center of the trainer. The scene of himself being hung up and beaten like a sandbag by the black boxing champion suddenly emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

“I don’t think I can beat him,” Pace asserted.

"Hey, hey... the fight hasn't even started yet... how come I can't win..." Ruiyin said helplessly, "At least have some confidence..."

"How is it possible... It would be strange if I didn't get scared by that monster..."

Pace recalled the scene where the black boxing champion knocked the man's head off with one punch, and he suddenly felt a strong nausea in his stomach.

He thought again of the cheers of the audience when they saw these scenes. Those cheers, which were originally filled with excitement, seemed like the whistle of hell in Pace's memory, and made him feel cold on the back.

"Why would anyone like that kind of thing?"

"Is there any need to ask this? It is human nature to like to watch the misfortunes of others. As long as they don't put themselves in the situation, people's curiosity should have no limit..."

Seeing Pace looking so immature, Ryan smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"That's not the weirdest thing. After each Shura Arena, the Eagle Clan would drain the blood of those who died at the hands of the final champion, then mix the collected blood with some pasta and sell it to the audience at a high price."

"Blood mixed with...pasta?" Pesce suddenly felt his stomach churning.

"Usually, it's steamed buns."

"Human blood... steamed buns?"

Just listening to Ryan's narration, Pace imagined a bizarre scene: a group of people gathered around a roadside stall, and the stall was selling steamed buns mixed with human blood. The diners' salivating expressions were deeply engraved on Pace's retina, making him tremble.

"Why...?"

"According to Leon Kelast, this steamed bun can cure all diseases and even bring good luck to people," Ryan smiled cruelly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled. "As for why people are willing to eat human blood steamed buns... It's probably because, rather than learning something from the misfortune of others, people are more focused on seeking their own interests from the misfortune of others."

Listening to Ryan's extremely calm statement of these horrifying remarks, Pace tried his best to suppress his urge to vomit. After a long while, he sighed deeply and calmed down.

"Phew, I was scared to death." Pace sighed.

"Are you scared already?" Ryan looked at Pace helplessly, "The Federation people who follow [Blade of Babel] shouldn't be so timid..."

"Ah? Uncle, I'm not a federal." Pace waved his hands quickly.

"Uncle... what a hurtful name... am I already this old..." Ryan sighed, and suddenly raised his head as if realizing something, "Ah? What did you say? You are not from the Federation?"

"No..." Pace turned his head in surprise, "Why do you think I'm a federal?"

"Who could be following [Blade of Babel]?"

"Men of Thebit..."

"Thebits?!" Ryan stood up in shock. "Wait a minute, the Thebits are following the Federation?"

"Yeah..." Pace looked up innocently, as if he didn't know why Rein reacted so strongly. "Don't I look like a Thebitman?"

Ryan then carefully looked at the features of Pace's eyebrows and eyes: the high nose bridge... the deep eye sockets... and the extremely clear facial contours... There is no doubt that these features are more common among the Thebites...

"Well...it seems...indeed..."

Realizing that his understanding seemed incomplete, Ryan began to examine Pace seriously.

"But... the situation between Thebite and the Federation is so tense, how did you and her get together?"

"This..." Pace lowered his head slightly, as if considering, "This is a very long story..."

"It's okay. Talk to me. I guess you can't train today anyway." Ryan picked up two bottles of water from a box on the floor and threw one to Pace. "It just so happens... I want to know a little bit about the [Blade of Babel]."

Pace caught the water thrown by Ryan and was stunned for a moment. He quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down two mouthfuls. Then he turned to Ryan:

"This has to start from that rainy night..."

......

"So...she is trying so hard to avenge her father..."

After listening to Pace's account of what happened between him and Perlis in Thebit, Ryan fell into deep thought, his experienced face staring at the ground, as if he was weighing something.

"That little girl is not a bad person," Pace raised his head slightly. Under the light of the incandescent lamp, he recalled the dazed look that Perlis usually had. "She is also a victim of the Federation, no different from us and you."

Ryan was silent for a while, and when he raised his head, his eyes were full of fatigue.

"When I was still under the command of His Highness Rosedes, I witnessed countless people who lived in poverty under the persecution of the Federation," Ryan recalled the days when he was still in the army, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile. "This is why I have always regarded the federal people as my biggest enemy. They are high and mighty and never take the people at the bottom of the society seriously, even in their own city. When we attacked the border city of Ravis, I saw their dilapidated slums and the slaves sold here from E-Tran with my own eyes."

"Those guys have no light in their eyes."

Hearing what Ryan said, Pace suddenly recalled the look in Perlis' eyes after she put on the mask - those lightless, misty blood-red eyes. Just looking into those eyes could make him feel chilled to the bone. He couldn't imagine what Perlis had experienced.

Is that really her mask, or is it part of who she is?

When he thought of a child who was only a little over ten years old being pushed onto the battlefield by the federals and becoming a victim of federal hegemony, Pace's heart ached. He inexplicably recalled the little figure with black hair, the cute little girl who playfully pestered him for fish beside the icy lake.

And there's the body next to the fireplace.

"I have to continue training," Pace suddenly stood up, startling Ryan who was still deep in thought, "If I slack off here, I won't be able to help her, let alone avenge my sister."

“Ah…” Seeing Pace suddenly so motivated, Ryan was a little stunned, “You…just…?”

"Brother Ruiyin, you should go to sleep tonight. I won't practice for too long. I'll just do some anaerobic exercises and then go to sleep."

"Okay, in that case, I won't bother you anymore. And don't stay too late, you have to get up early tomorrow."

Ryan stood up and said this, still looking thoughtful. He slowly walked out of the door of the training room and closed the door without making any sound, which was rare.

"Okay, in that case, let's do two sets."

While talking to himself, Pace was looking for the dumbbells that he had placed on the ground earlier. However, he couldn't find any trace of the dumbbells.

Oh, by the way, it seems that I left it at the workshop and forgot to bring it back!

So, Pace decided to go to the workshop to get the dumbbells, and then do a few sets of exercises to make himself feel more fulfilled.

......

6) The Sins of the Great Prophets (Part 5)

With the help of the incandescent light bulb, Pace pushed open the door of the workshop, but when he saw the current scene of the workshop, he was dumbfounded:

“I…oh my god!!”

The previously crude and dirty workshop had already changed. The machines on the workbench were working in an orderly manner as if they had been refurbished. Some faint blue light spots were attached to the rusty mechanical structure, which looked very much like Carly's drone swarm. On the clean table was a CD player that had come from somewhere, playing some classical music that Pace had never heard before. The whole workshop had completely changed its style, but this was not what surprised Pace the most.

What shocked Pace the most was that on the refurbished workbench, the skeleton of a giant armor was lying there.

This giant armor is not as shabby as the previous MK21 "Fortress". Instead, it has been painted with a new layer of silver paint, and its frame and body have become more slender and smoother, as if it was tailor-made for Pace.

Pace opened his mouth in shock. It was obvious that he was shocked.

"When did this... become..."

"Last night..."

A female voice came, and Pace turned his head and found Carly walking towards him while rubbing her eyes.

"Miss Carly..."

"What are you doing here..." Carly walked up to Pace sleepily and raised her head, "If you have nothing else, leave quickly. I need to work."

"I'm just here to get a dumbbell, I'll be gone soon," Pace explained hurriedly, his eyes never leaving the giant armor on the workbench, "Compared to... Compared to this, Miss Carly, that is..."

"Huh? Which one are you talking about?"

"The one on the table..." Pace pointed at the workbench, "The one... the handsome one..."

"Oh, you mean the giant force armor..." Carly yawned, "I didn't name it... What was the name of that piece of crap you built?"

"Fighter..." Hearing the giant power armor he made being called rubbish, for the first time, Pace had no desire to refute.

"Oh, then let's call this [Godfighter]..." Carly rubbed her eyes gently, "But it's not finished yet, and tomorrow's Shura Field will still depend on you..."

"Oh my god... this is really..."

Looking at the machines working automatically on the workbench and the giant armor named "Fighting God" by Carly, Pace once again understood why Carly Felos was treated like a treasure by the Federation's "Academy" even though she lived in Wilkin. To be able to achieve this with just the workbench in this broken workshop, she must be more than just a genius...

"Ms. Carly, you really don't show off your talents..." Pace said with emotion.

"Oh, that's enough, get out, I have to work," Carly rubbed her eyes and waved at Pace, "Get out, get out..."

"Okay, then don't work too hard, and remember to get more rest."

Pace didn't dare to disturb the genius in front of him from her creation. He quickly picked up the dumbbells that he had left behind in the corner of the workshop and walked towards the door. However, before Pace reached the door, a sharp pain suddenly spread across his arm.

“Ah!! Holy shit!”

Without any warning, Pace's arms felt as if they were on fire and felt waves of burning pain. He fell to the ground almost instantly, covering his arms and screaming.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Large beads of sweat instantly covered Pace's forehead, blood appeared in his eyes, and his body, which was lying on the ground, twitched continuously.

"Oh my god...help..."

"Drink this."

A small unscrewed bottle was handed to Pace. He snatched the bottle and poured the liquid inside into his mouth without reservation.

"Gudong...Gudong..."

After drinking the cold potion, Pace's arm was still throbbing with pain, but the burning sensation gradually subsided and became a little cool.

Pace groaned and sat up, and when his vision cleared, he found Carly looking at him with disapproval.

"The reaction is so violent... It seems that the Thebites are not very adaptable to the neural current enhancement system..." Carly muttered, waved her hand, and summoned a group of drones, "[As I saw], record the video for reference."