Chapter 380
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Chapter 380: The Witch’s Memory
Bai Yan played in the currents of the Memory Sea.
His mind navigated through the vast, ethereal ocean.
The Sea of Memories exists within the realm of “thoughts”; it is intangible and can only be perceived by beings from higher realms.
Inside the Babel Tower, Bai Yan sat with his eyes closed on the throne. A blue thread twisted in his hand, continuously moving, slowly entering his forehead.
This thread conveyed the memories of the witch.
These were from a “past.”
In a dazed state, Bai Yan thought he saw a group of stars streaking across the sky.
He was shocked to find himself inside a medieval hall. The color scheme was black and white, and while the surroundings weren’t ornate, they were exceptionally tidy.
On the Lord’s seat sat a woman with an indistinguishable face, yet her attire was identical to Merete Chambers’.
Several knights knelt on the floor, with one of them, the lead knight, reporting loudly:
“Lord, our canyon can no longer accommodate more people.”
His voice was booming, and the witch in Bai Yan’s memory shrank back, appearing somewhat frightened.
She spoke with the knights, saying,
“But surely we can fit one or two hundred more people? This group has been displaced by years of war and has no place to go.”
The lead knight responded,
“As your loyal knights, we must speak honestly. These people are merely wanderers, and we cannot shelter all of them. Furthermore, this war has dragged on for centuries, and who knows how many more refugees will come… The canyon already houses tens of thousands, and we cannot fit any more.”
“No,” the witch protested,
“if everyone is a bit frugal, it would be possible to take in more.”
“Besides, all of you are refugees I’ve brought here, we aren’t that different, are we?”
The knights became suddenly angry, raising their voices in protest.
“Different! We are wandering knights, not nomads!”
“We’ve lived here for decades. This place is our home, and we can’t allow wave after wave of outsiders!”
“These wanderers take what they need without contributing and cause trouble. They should be expelled!”
“Yes, we should never have let them stay!”
The witch fell silent for a moment before saying,
“I’ll think about it some more.”
Bai Yan watched silently as this scene unfolded. At that moment, the Ultimate Witch had become far stronger than the future Merete Chambers. Yet, she was being driven to frustration by a few insignificant characters, creating quite a spectacle.
He understood why Merete Chambers held such deep hatred for the Order of the Moon Witch.
It appeared that these knights and refugees had betrayed her. They sought to exploit the power of the demigod, only to face severe consequences.
But their descendants had been bound by a curse ever since, which seemed rather unjust.
For now, however, it was not Bai Yan’s concern.
He had neither the time nor energy to get involved in the affairs of others.
In the following days, Bai Yan sent Core Operators to the Continent of Zeuo, where they repeatedly defeated boss-level monsters.
These small bosses were strong, but compared to the mighty Babel Tower, they stood no chance.
In addition to gaining points, Babel Tower also retrieved many high-level monster carcasses for research.
Bai Yan examined the research institutes and was pleasantly surprised to discover,
“The Soul Core Research Institute has made new progress.”
The Soul Core Research Institute had long been the slowest producer of results among Babel Tower’s institutions, and much time had passed since the First Doomsday Crisis. Yet, it had just achieved a breakthrough.
The results produced by this institute, which were related to the soul core, held great significance.
Before Bai Yan examined the results, he received a prompt about the meaning of “spiritual energy.”
“Lingzi power:
Lingzi power is the scattered force emitted by the rotating soul core. It is a potent energy, often overlooked by ordinary beings and difficult for even gods to fully control. It is as formidable as the power of miracles, origins, and endings. It is one of the four major forces in the multiverse and is capable of interacting and transforming with the others. In theory, every being with a soul possesses Lingzi power.”
New discovery! “Soul Lock”!
“Soul Lock:
An advanced application of ‘inspiration,’ Soul Lock is an active skill that uses spiritual power. It enables large-scale detection of malice sources and their locations, surpassing simple premonitions. Its detection range can cover an entire city.”
This skill was truly remarkable, capable of pinpointing enemies with precise targeting over vast distances.
“Unfortunately,” Bai Yan thought,
“its major drawback is that it must be activated voluntarily. It would be far too powerful if it were triggered passively, like inspiration.”
Although he expressed some regret outwardly, Bai Yan felt great satisfaction internally.
By the fifth day of the “Liberation of Zeuo” event, the first five bosses had been defeated.
From each boss’s remains, Bai Yan’s Core Operators uncovered traces linking them to the Heavenly God Church.
Clearly, the final battle was set to take place in the Holy City.
“In two days, the final showdown will take place,” Bai Yan mused.
“I wonder how strong the enemies will be, and what the final reward will be?”
In the Holy City, inside the magnificent Platinum Hall.
“Oh no!”
Garfield, the knight captain, knelt on one knee.
“Great protectors, all of your remaining battle creatures have been destroyed… Those who defeated them claim to be from the Babel Tower… They might be coming for us next!”
“Please, find a solution! They’re far too strong, and I fear I cannot resist them alone!”
After a moment of thought, Garfield continued,
“If it weren’t for me, your plans would be even harder to execute.”
Inside the floating sphere, another roar echoed.
Garfield, hearing this, was filled with joy.
The agent had promised to provide assistance!
A silver magic cube floated out of the sphere, covered in incomprehensible purple incantations.
Garfield raised both hands carefully, cradling the silver cube with a triumphant grin!
He had a deep-seated fear of the Tylors’ power.
At the same time, his fear convinced him that with the Tylors’ help, even the Babel Tower would crumble like straw, easily defeated!
“Come, villains of the Babel Tower, approach the holy city if you dare, and you shall never leave!”
After relaying this message, Garfield went to a teleportation array and arrived beneath the holy city.
There, he saw a colossal Golden Palace, at its center, a golden energy sphere continuously absorbing a downpour of golden sand falling from the sky.
Garfield understood that the golden sands were essential to the Guardians and the Tylor civilization.
Taking a deep breath, he declared,
“Come, Aurora, if you dare oppose me, you will have chosen the path of death.”
