Chapter 466
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Chapter 466: The Complicated Babel Tower
The summoned individuals began to gather.
A swirling black mist formed above the seat.
In the World of Noah, where heroes were revered and feared, they were finally assembled once more.
Evie, visiting the Babel Tower for the first time, took in the sight before her.
A magnificent white long table stretched out in front of her, with intricately carved white marble seats placed beside it. Classical murals and sculptures adorned the area, each depicting heroic and divine feats.
The night sky shone brilliantly, and at the far end of the table sat a mysterious figure, cloaked in darkness.
As soon as Evie’s eyes met the figure, she instinctively lowered her head. The aura around the figure was overwhelming.
Evie understood why she had lowered her head.
God.
“Don’t look directly.”
As the black mist dispersed, the members of Babel Tower began to appear—men, women, and even non-human beings. Each one had their own distinct aura, a testament to their extraordinary uniqueness.
“I am also a member now,” Evie softly murmured, her fingers lightly touching the white bird mask on her face.
Her first encounter with a Babel Tower member had been with her sister, Kaluoer. She sat across from Evie, wearing a black mask shaped like a falcon.
Just then, the voice echoed in Evie’s mind.
[The members of Babel Tower]
[The crisis of the world is upon us.]
[Once again…]
[Your world will descend into chaos, everything will crumble, and all life will be plunged into despair…]
[Can you save it once more?]
The voice was devoid of any human emotion, yet it penetrated deep into their minds.
Evie felt a shiver down her spine. Was that voice truly from the Savior?
She remained stunned. The Savior of Babel Tower, a legendary being akin to a god, was perhaps not much weaker than the deity worshipped in the Kingdom of Dark Light.
Such a magnificent presence, and it was so close to her.
She felt a mix of anxiety and disbelief, with a deep worry creeping over her.
“Is it true that the previous Doomsday Crisis was not the final one, but merely the first?” Evie asked, swallowing hard. “What do we need to do to prevent the next crisis?”
Her determination was clear. If Noah’s world were destroyed, she and Kaluoer would likely have no escape but death.
For some reason, Evie didn’t think her foster father, the Incarnation of Dark Light, would allow her or Kaluoer to leave Noah. The old man was stubborn in ways she couldn’t predict. Even though he had the ability to travel to other worlds, he had never left Noah in hundreds of years.
“I’m worried… The Doomsday Crisis was caused by the Outer Gods. How can we possibly defeat them?”
A deep, magnetic voice answered her.
“The Doomsday Crisis gives off signs before it strikes.”
The voice belonged to none other than the enigmatic “Keeper of Secrets.”
Only Kaluoer knew that the middle-aged man wearing a white lion mask was actually Viscount Edmond, the owner of Tulip Manor. And apart from the witch who hadn’t entered Babel Tower, no one knew that the Keeper of Secrets and Profligate were the long-lost Bai Yan.
Bai Yan, the Keeper of Secrets, spoke calmly:
“The end of the world is like a bomb waiting to explode. Our goal isn’t to stop the bomb once it’s detonated, but to disarm it before it goes off… What we need to deal with is not the explosion, but the one who planted the bomb—the extremists.”
Alan, a member of the Demon Hunt Agency, spoke up.
“We understand. As long as we can prevent the summoning ritual of the Outer Gods.”
“Yes,” Bai Yan responded, nodding.
“The summoning ritual, no matter how secretive, will always leave signs. Even if it deceives the consciousness of Noah’s world, it cannot deceive the great Savior of Babel Tower.”
Bai Yan knew the truth—while everyone admired the Savior of Babel Tower, it was only he who knew the real power behind Babel Tower. Without the Tower’s mysterious guidance, he would never have had a chance to save the world.
“Just us few trying to save the world?” Old Mike scoffed. “My suggestion is to disband and escape this world. It would be much wiser.”
Evie turned her gaze to the man in the black lone wolf mask.
Why was it that everyone’s masks were either black or white?
She pondered, realizing that the colors weren’t as simple as a division of good versus evil.
Her little sister, Kaluoer, lacked any real moral compass—she acted only on orders, making it difficult to classify her as good or bad.
Bai Yan had his own theory about the mask colors.
He suspected that only those who had killed someone they weren’t supposed to would have their masks turn black. This wasn’t about indiscriminate killing, but a more nuanced moral distinction. Not all members with black masks were evil.
For individuals like Scarlet Moon, Kaluoer, and Old Mike, they would have no hesitation in dealing with criminals.
However, for Mu Ling and Alan, killing was something they would never resort to.
Mu Ling’s voice was firm as she spoke.
“We will save the world again, under the great Savior’s gaze, and expose the cultists hiding in the shadows.”
Evie could sense the deep devotion in her words.
Aurora, with calm resolve, spoke next.
“Babel Tower saved my homeland. I will help you save your world.”
The Scarlet Moon was less diplomatic.
She scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward Old Mike.
“Someone without belief, no matter how long they’ve lived, is no better than being dead. If you want to surrender before the fight even begins, I’ll take care of you first.”
Old Mike, unbothered by her words, simply smiled.
Maryse, looking between the new member Evie and the veteran Red Moon, raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“What do they grow up eating? Is this reasonable?”
Her attention then shifted to Nian, who wore a white rabbit mask. A smile crossed Maryse’s face.
Now, that made sense.
During the Babel Tower meeting, some individuals remained silent.
Among them was the silent observer Magic Sword, the socially anxious Red Moon, the quiet Kaluoer, Nian who hadn’t yet figured out the situation, and Ganis, who had been weighed down with worries.
Profligate, Bai Yan, clapped his hands.
“Enough arguing. We are already on the Babel Tower ship, no matter what. It’s impossible to quit now. Let’s think together about how to solve the Doomsday Crisis… Last time, we didn’t handle it well. It would be better if we could stop the Doomsday Legion before it arrives.”
Scarlet Moon, her gaze icy, turned to the profligate.
“I see you’re no good person.”
She was angry. It became evident when she noticed that Bai Yan hadn’t defended her. She felt a thirst for blood and her body grew restless.
“This has been said before, and it’s unreasonable,” Maryse murmured, frustrated by the insults directed at Bai Yan.
The Scarlet Moon remained indifferent, her voice icy as she challenged Maryse.
“Are you his little dog? Why do you get so worked up when I mention him?”
Maryse’s expression tightened, her emotions fluctuating.
Though the Scarlet Moon was stronger than her, Maryse had always been quick-tempered.
“Please, don’t insult Maryse,” Mu Ling interjected, her tone calm but carrying a warning.
Amy, sitting in a wheelchair, felt the tension in the room. She quickly smiled and tried to calm things down.
“Please, let’s not argue. If we keep this up, we won’t make any progress.”
Amy sighed.
“Everyone in Babel Tower has such unique personalities and ideas. In a way, it’s fortunate we don’t meet often, as that’s what makes us stronger when we do.”
Though it was Evie’s first time at Babel Tower, she was starting to understand.
Most members, just like her, were forced to join.
And…
Wow, the relationships among these people are truly intricate and complicated.
“Stop talking, Scarlet Moon Majesty.”
Profligate Bai Yan’s voice was relaxed, but his words held power.
Scarlet Moon couldn’t resist him. The reality was that she was Bai Yan’s Spawn, and when he issued a command, she had no choice but to obey.
What had he done to her?
The Scarlet Moon felt a surge of anger. How dare he treat her this way!
That night, when she drained his blood, she would make sure he understood the pain.
“Before we focus on the Doomsday Crisis, we should also discuss something else,” Bai Yan spoke again, his tone casual.
“That is, the details about the Giant Hive, one of the three major cities in the Night Union.”
“This city is now ours.”
“The Babel Tower will have a much greater influence on Noah’s world from now on. Whether through admiration or fear, it is inevitable.”
Evie, slightly taken aback, recalled a recent incident in the Kingdom of Dark Light. People were fighting over their beliefs in Babel Tower and Dark Light.
Babel Tower’s influence had grown far beyond that of just a powerful organization. It had become a force to be reckoned with.
Bai Yan continued with his soft smile.
“The great Savior hopes to transform the Giant Hive into the perfect refuge, one that will provide us with everything we need for our cause.”