Chapter 373
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Chapter 373: Babel Tower in Motion
Where am I?
The question echoed in Elia’s heart.
Once the Captain of the Knights of the Divine Blade, a former High Priest, and a powerful being known as the “Evil Spirit,” Elia had once held great power. Yet, none of that mattered now.
What stood before him was an endless sea of white flowers.
In this vast expanse, a gentle fragrance filled the air, slowly soothing Elia’s mind. His senses grew numb with the peacefulness that surrounded him.
Amidst the pure white flowers stood a man—dressed in black with a crow-shaped mask. The figure seemed to gaze directly at Elia.
A heavy silence enveloped the scene. No sound could be heard, yet Elia felt the pull, a silent beckoning to come closer.
Taking a step forward, Elia began walking slowly towards the figure.
The masked gentleman turned and started walking deeper into the field, and Elia followed in tow.
With each step, a growing tranquility washed over him. All the pain, frustration, and fear that had once filled his life seemed insignificant in this serene moment. The joy and excitement of the world, once so vivid, now faded away. The only thing that mattered was finding inner peace.
They walked for what felt like an eternity.
Suddenly, the masked gentleman stopped. He stood still in the meadow, unmoving. Elia noticed the people around him, lying on the ground with smiles on their faces—a peaceful, content smile that was uniquely theirs.
Is this the place…?
The realization hit Elia. He nodded slowly, his heart calm.
He closed his eyes and lay down beside them, surrendering to the stillness of the flower-filled world.
In the peaceful silence, all his emotions dissolved. The tranquility seeped deep into his soul.
The masked man remained by his side, offering a silent song of peace. In this moment, Elia would find eternal rest.
Tatsumi City
In the dark, narrow alleyways of Tatsumi City, a monstrous creature stirred.
It was a lizard-like beast, its body covered in crimson scales that resembled armor. Between the scales were pores that opened and closed like eyes, scanning the environment.
The creature, with its reptilian features, watched a young girl who was walking home from school.
In an instant, it sprang from the shadows, moving with lightning speed, aiming to devour her whole.
“Whoosh!”
But before it could reach her, the Seed of Chaos was cleaved in half by an unseen force.
The girl, oblivious to the danger, continued on her way, unaware of the chaos around her.
Though gravely injured, the Seed of Chaos—an entity with an indestructible body—began to regenerate.
It turned its gaze toward the source of the attack, confusion and fear written on its form.
Mu Ling, standing across the street, was the one who had delivered the blow. Hundreds of meters away, her presence was unmistakable.
“An indestructible body? Perfect. I’ll capture you for Babel Tower,” she murmured.
With a swift decision, the Seed of Chaos turned to flee, its pores exhaling jets of air for a burst of speed.
But before it could escape, another attack struck silently, slicing it into multiple pieces.
Even if the Seed of Chaos tried to regenerate, it was already too late.
A black mist surrounded the fallen creature, pulling it into the depths of the Babel Tower.
Mu Ling left the scene without a second thought.
Night Union
On the 107th floor of Ring City, a brutal battle raged in an old, abandoned factory.
Two rival gangs fought mercilessly, bullets raining down as bodies piled up. The streets ran red with blood.
Suddenly, a towering cyborg appeared. Its golden mantis blades gleamed with deadly intent. With extraordinary speed, it cut down over ten gang members in an instant.
Terrified, the surviving gang members turned their efforts to stop the cyborg. But their resistance was futile.
The cyborg swiftly picked up a small box from the pile of bodies. Inside was a chip—an advanced piece of technology that had been the cause of the gang war.
“Warning!”
The voice from an electronic device sounded out, but it was too late.
“Bang!”
A sniper’s bullet, fired from over ten kilometers away, pierced the cyborg’s head with deadly precision, causing it to fall to the ground, lifeless.
From the sewers below, a spider robot emerged. It grabbed the chip and scuttled back into the depths.
Minutes later, in a café over ten kilometers away, an old man named Mike continued eating his hot dog, oblivious to the tiny spider robot that had appeared at his table, bearing the box with the chip inside.
The bustling café was unaware of the bloodstains on the box.
“Bad luck,” Mike muttered between bites, not bothering to even glance at the priceless box. It wasn’t something he was interested in.
Annottales
In a dim, gloomy mansion, an elderly nobleman sat on a dark-colored sofa, conducting a transaction with several cultists.
Behind him, children were locked in cages, their faces streaked with tears.
“As long as you leave the item I want, these children will be yours…” the elderly man offered.
The cultists nodded, and one of them took out an ancient relic—an item that promised to make people young again.
The elderly man’s eyes gleamed with excitement. This was a treasure he had long desired.
“Great! Wonderful! Fantastic!” he exclaimed.
But then, to his surprise, the cultists remained motionless. His excitement quickly turned to suspicion.
Had they tricked him?
Before he could react, their bodies fell lifeless to the ground.
Standing behind them was a half-beast girl dressed as a maid, her face impassive. In her hand was a shiny silver dagger.
“Ah, ah, ah! Help! Help!” The elderly noble screamed, but no one answered his cries.
The guards, it seemed, had vanished.
“I am a descendant of the saintly lineage! You cannot kill me! I am untouchable!” he begged, desperation creeping into his voice.
But the half-beast girl—Kaluoer—was already in front of him.
He tried to resist, but his vision blurred. Before he could comprehend what was happening, everything went dark.
“I cannot…” he whispered.
Twenty days had passed since the First Doomsday Crisis.
Across the world, all the influential figures began to notice the growing activity of Babel Tower.
Babel Tower was moving.
No one could have guessed that the organization’s recent surge in activity was entirely due to the completion of missions for Bai Yan.
Babel Tower’s reach was extending, and the world was about to change in ways no one could anticipate.
