Chapter 304

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Chapter 304: Gathering Together

For several days, numerous lower-level knights stationed in Annottales conducted a thorough search. Thousands of knights and tens of thousands of their accompanying followers scoured the city, but not even a single trace of the abattoir sinners in the Seventh District could be found.

This was to be expected.

Those people had already been transferred by Bai Yan through the teleportation function of “the Heart of Babel Tower.” It was impossible to find them.

Due to the passage of time, Christine’s Relic could no longer be used to restore the situation at that time. After more than an hour, her Relic would be powerless.

Although this matter caused anger within the church, it ultimately remained unresolved.

There was another important reason: for the Dark Light Church, there were actually more pressing and troublesome matters recently… Babel Tower and Dead Silence.

These two mysterious forces posed a much greater threat compared to the isolated sinners.

Fortunately, Babel Tower and Dead Silence seemed to be enemies. Many secretly believed that Babel Tower had never done anything wrong and didn’t resemble an evil cult at all.

However, the prophecy was unquestionable! Babel Tower was the enemy of the Savior of Dark Light, the common enemy of the entire world!

Perhaps some questioned the accuracy of the prophecy in their hearts, but in a place like the Kingdom of Dark Light, no one would openly voice such doubts.

Regarding the investigation of Dead Silence, the saints entrusted Christine of the Knights of the Divine Blade with the task after the meeting, instead of directly assigning it to their leader, Chris.

As for Babel Tower, it was given even greater importance and handled internally by the saints themselves.

It was obvious to everyone that Christine was already the Deputy Captain of the Divine Blade, publicly acclaimed. If she completed this important mission after surpassing Apocalypse, she would very likely be promoted directly to the official Captain of the Divine Blade.

Compared to Chris, whose birth had a lower hierarchy, the saints of the Dark Light Church still valued Christine’s noble lineage.

In Annottales, although the saints who could not marry didn’t have direct descendants, their numerous relatives still formed numerous small and large families. There were a total of thirteen saint families, known as the Four Major Families and the Nine Minor Families.

Among them, the Four Major Saint Families were the most prestigious and prominent. Half of the officials in Annottales held positions from these families, and Christine came from the prominent family of “Luriq.”

Among the Four Major Saint Families, there was only one Elven family, the Augustus family. Their patriarch was the more than three-hundred-year-old “Heart of Dark Light,” and the Augustus family in Tatsumi City was their branch.

Due to the frequent intermarriage among the Four Major and Nine Minor Saint Families for thousands of years, Christine, in a sense, could be considered a distant relative of Maryse, with whom she had no direct relations.

Apart from that, there were also two major Saint Families: “Wittelsbach” and “Medici.”

When Bai Yan saw these names of the Saint Families, he could almost confirm that the world of Noah and his homeland were likely created from the same mold.

In other words, parallel worlds.

He had already learned from reading at the Demon Hunt Agency that there are many parallel worlds in the multiverse, and several worlds are quite similar to his homeland.

It seemed that there is a special wavelength that determines the “similarity” of different universes in the multiverse. If the similarity exceeds fifty percent, it is considered a “parallel world.”

But for now, these things were not of great importance, and Bai Yan only had a basic understanding.

At this moment, Bai Yan, who had just finished dinner at the Tulip Manor, returned to his room and decided to convene a new meeting.

This was the first collective meeting of Babel Tower after the First Doomsday Crisis.

Everything in front of Bai Yan began to disintegrate and reconstruct.

The next moment, he arrived once again at Babel Tower.

This time, the surroundings of the Babel Tower Temple had changed, becoming different from before. It was a vast space with a bowl-shaped design, illuminated by incredibly bright white lights. The chair Bai Yan sat in had a high-tech atmosphere, and in front of him was a tens-of-meters-long alloy table. The light-colored flat ground had flickering circuits, and outside the glass windows in the distance, a holographic simulated beautiful scenery could be seen.

As Bai Yan sat on the specially designed chair, he looked down and saw many high-tech buttons on the armrests. His appearance beneath the black robe resembled a corporate leader from a cyberpunk world.

This kind of style had never been seen before.

“Now we’re really having a meeting… in the office of a cyberpunk corporation…” Bai Yan shook his head slightly.

Using the authority of the Savior’s power called “summon,” he instantly summoned all the Core Operators.

For some reason, it felt like it had been a long time since they last met. Perhaps it was because they had experienced life and death together, he pondered silently.

Night Union, the Tree City.

The highest-level Council of Sages meeting was currently in progress. It was held in a massive black room, with sparkling lights filling the edges, and blue holographic projections of fifty sages floating in mid-air.

In the center of the meeting, there was a projection of a slime creature, undoubtedly the “Fusion Slime,” also known as “R21.”

Among the sage projections, a furry and short young man spoke with a voice that was deep, wise, and calm.

“Professor Bai Lan, how do you explain its relationship with the Babel Tower?”

He was the oldest sage within the Tree City, a half-human who had already attained eternal life and had been alive for at least seven to eight thousand years. “Master” had made three significant contributions to the Tree City. The first was assisting the Nine Trees System in implementing the Value Points System, the second was maintaining the operation of the Nine Trees System, and the third was developing the incredible “Eternal Life” drug on his own.

In a sense, he was the uncrowned king “below the Nine Trees.”

Professor Bai Lan remained silent for a while and then said, “I’m not sure, but I believe Babel Tower should be harmless. It only occasionally takes away R21 and returns it afterward, making R21 stronger every time.”

“This person doesn’t even understand their own experiment.”

“Doesn’t she realize that it’s already a threat to the public safety of the Tree City?”

“Ha, what a foolish person, hiding the truth. She must be trying to obtain the power of Babel Tower.”

The wise scholars expressed their dissatisfaction with Professor Bai Lan’s statement.

Finally, “Master” coughed.

“Quiet, everyone remain silent!”

“Let me propose that we apply to classify it as a ‘public research object,’ to be studied collectively by all the scholars, no longer exclusive to Professor Bai Lan.”

How can this be! At the next moment, Bai Lan’s anger nearly erupted, and her voice seemed to roar!

“This is impossible! I have exhausted everything for it! I won’t let my belongings be taken away like this by all of you!”

“Master” just shook his head and said,

“Nothing is impossible; everything must be considered for the greater good. Professor Bai Lan, if it doesn’t work out, the other forty-nine scholars here will compensate you with some points.”

He continued speaking.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be expelled from the core area like this. These points are enough for you to conduct the next research as a scholar for the next ten years.”

“But…”

Despite the promise of compensation, Professor Bai Lan felt unwilling. That slime… was not just an experimental subject, but also the culmination of her lifelong dreams and goals, the perfect crystallization of her countless years of effort.

“I…” Professor Bai Lan hesitated and was at a loss for words. In fact, she knew she couldn’t control the situation.

“Don’t push your luck. Master’s approach is already good enough.”

“Are you trying to go against the Nine Trees System? This is a task established by the system.”

“Professor Bai Lan, I hope you can be more rational and think it through before speaking.”

The voices of the wise scholars made Bai Lan’s holographic projection unsure of what to do. Should she hand over R21? Or should she proactively hand it over?

Inside the laboratory of the research institute, the real Professor Bai Lan was deep in silence and confusion. The slime in the nearby container seemed to sense her emotions and crawled closer, making gurgling sounds.

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle?”

Professor Bai Lan looked at the huge slime and said calmly,

“R21… If it falls into their hands, you might face a situation worse than death…”

She was well aware of the madness of the other sages, some of whom had no boundaries—more so than demons in hell!

She was slightly startled, feeling incredulous.

Why am I concerned about the future situation of R21? This isn’t like me.

The clone assistant, Huan, stood quietly beside her and asked, “Professor Bai Lan, are the sages in the meeting hoping that you hand over R21?”

“Yes,” Bai Lan nodded gently. Huan, she was indeed very intelligent, one of the highest IQ among her clones.

But it was obvious that both she and Huan were helpless.

In front of the numerous sages and the Nine Trees System, she had no authority to make decisions on her own… Thinking here was futile, she remained in a state of confusion.

“Savior of the Babel Tower…”

“If you can hear, please take it away.”

Professor Bai Lan murmured, leaving Huan stunned. He hurriedly reminded, “Professor, the words you just said were all under the surveillance of the Nine Trees System! I suggest you take medicine to calm your emotions. You are currently unstable!”

Professor Bai Lan shook her head, revealing a bitter smile. “It doesn’t matter. Even if I want R21 to escape, there’s no way… Unless the savior of Babel Tower really hears my voice.”

At that moment, a black mist surged up.

Professor Bai Lan and Huan were both shocked. The gurgling slime was enveloped by the black mist and disappeared.

“Savior of the Babel Tower… is really watching us…”

She murmured to herself, feeling inexplicably relieved.

A new meeting began.

Bai Yan sat on a chair with a

futuristic vibe. Not far away,

the large alloy table was

surrounded by swirling black

mist, and all the core

members of Babel Tower

appeared.

Mu Ling, Maryse, Alan, the

Scarlet Moon, the slime, the

Demon Sword, Amy, Ganis…

and “Profligate.”

Unbeknownst to them, Babel

Tower now had a total of eight

core members. If we counted

“Profligate” and “Keeper of

Secrets,” it would be ten people

in total.

For a mysterious organization

of salvation, having such a

number of core members was

quite sufficient.

As the “savior,” Bai Yan once

again possessed Maryse’s

power through Power

Possession, listening to their

inner voices.

He noticed that the

atmosphere among the people

present had changed.

Except for the newly joined

mushroom, the others had all

experienced the First

Doomsday Crisis together,

each fighting for something

great, even experiencing death

in the process. These

profound experiences had

significantly elevated the

bonds among the Babel Tower

core members.

Two months ago, the emotions

between most people present

were still at the “colleague”

stage. Now, at this moment,

there was finally an

atmosphere of kinship and

comradeship within Babel

Tower.

“Finally, I see you all again.”

Mu Ling, who was usually

reserved and rarely smiled,

also smiled faintly. After

taking a glance around, she

fixed her gaze on the

suspended jet-black magic

sword for a long time before

looking in the direction of the

Savior.

As long as Mu Ling saw the

Savior, her heart became calm.

Sometimes, she really wanted

to walk up to him, kneel before

him, and pray, confide in him,

and ask for his guidance.

But deep down, she knew it

was unnecessary.

Because she already knew the

answer.

“I believe it’s time to begin.”

Bai Yan’s voice echoed in the

hall as the once-sprawling

Babel Tower headquarters now

gathered its core members.

At the center of the table sat

the Savior.

The mission was about to

begin.