Chapter 503
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Chapter 503: Bai Yan! Apocalypse!
“Emperor” Kessel.
The young boy, with silver tousled hair, appeared fragile and delicate. He bore a tear-shaped birthmark on his face.
He was Bai Yan’s most familiar Imperial Guard, someone who had once taken care of him and Alan at the Tatsumi City Demon Hunt Agency. Later, Kessel, in violation of the Air Alliance’s rules, voluntarily placed himself under the custody of “High Tower” Shi Nianyu.
At this moment, the pure white youth floated in the air, observing his surroundings.
“Why are we all suddenly being let out? What happened to Shi Nianyu? And where are we?”
Confusion filled Kessel’s mind. He soon noticed the White Lion “Power” burning with black flames on the ground and Alan’s figure nearby, which left him even more puzzled.
How could this be?
Hadn’t Shi Nianyu and the Babel Tower formed an alliance? Why were they fighting now? Could it be that the Babel Tower had betrayed them? Surely, Mr. “World” wouldn’t have willingly torn up the alliance. His path was steadfast, unwavering.
But the Savior of Babel Tower, in terms of factions, should align with them, right?
Kessel felt unsettled. Even after months of imprisonment, he still considered himself a member of the Imperial Guards. Inside the “tall tower,” he had everything he needed, and life had been quite good. Shi Nianyu, an old friend, had always tried her best to fulfill his needs.
So why now this confusion? Why the concern for Shi Nianyu and the White Lion?
Kessel knew it wasn’t the right moment to question the Babel Tower. A powerful force was approaching.
Dark Light.
This was the name of the Savior, Noah, the mighty alias of one of the Rainbow. It was also the power shared by the priests of the Kingdom of Dark Light.
A mysterious force, manifested outwardly as a dark glow.
The more devout one’s faith, the stronger their “Dark Light” would grow. The priests often said so.
In truth, Dark Light could grow stronger through accumulation, but there was a limit to this power. It was unlike most extraordinary powers.
While most powers could be used repeatedly with physical or mental strength, Dark Light vanished once it was depleted. To accumulate it again, one must start over and pray anew.
Thus, during battles, the priests of Dark Light often hesitated to use their full power.
The Saints, granted more Dark Light in their prayers, could accumulate significantly more than ordinary priests. As a result, they became even more powerful and resilient in battle.
Head of Dark Night.
He was the oldest Saint, essentially the living history of the Kingdom of Dark Light. His Dark Light seemed almost endless.
“Accept the purification of the Dark Light here!”
Madness consumed the expression of the Head of Dark Night. With a roar, he unleashed nearly all his Dark Light, attempting to strike down everyone with a single blow!
“Boom!”
The sound shook mountains and stirred waves, while a black light as dark as night flooded the sky, obscuring the sunlight. The once crimson world gradually turned black. It descended from the horizon, ready to engulf everything.
Everyone felt a spine-chilling sensation.
“Be careful!” Mu Ling cried out, feeling helpless against such power.
“Peggie,” a Crown-level extraordinary being, stood alongside Kessel and dozens of other surviving Crown-level extraordinaries. The sight left them filled with horror. Despair seemed inevitable.
“I think this is it for me,” Peggie sighed.
Mu Ling, desperate, prayed, “Oh, great Savior of the Babel Tower, please rescue me.”
She felt helpless, her face clouded with fear.
As the dark tide neared, only Alan noticed Bai Yan’s strange state.
He gazed calmly at the approaching darkness, his eyes filled with a mysterious shimmer, as if observing something far beyond.
Death? It didn’t faze him.
Alan grew anxious. What was going on? Was Bai Yan actually distracted? Was this possible?
Wait… could it be that he—
Alan understood now. Bai Yan seemed distant, but he had experienced a similar state once before.
“Have we truly arrived?” Alan murmured to himself.
As the dark tide surged, the Head of Dark Night felt a flicker of fear.
“What is this?”
A terrifying presence emerged, one filled with malice, suffocating anyone in its path. Even the Head of Dark Night, the upper-ranked Apocalypse, felt pressure in his chest. The endless black tide suddenly halted.
“Apocalypse… A new apocalypse has appeared?”
He murmured to himself, “But this force is unlike anything before. Even the Divine Executor has never witnessed this level of power…”
Bai Yan had, on several occasions, come close to reaching the threshold of the Apocalypse. But he had lacked the right opportunity.
This battle, however, granted him that chance.
It was the death of dozens of Crown-level transcenders at the hands of Dark Light.
For some unknown reason, their souls drifted toward Bai Yan, like birds returning to their nests, eager to reunite with him.
And in that moment, Bai Yan ascended to the rank of Apocalypse.
With each transcendence, fragments of memories surfaced, swirling from the depths of his soul.
In turn, with every passing moment, he grew closer to the truth.
This time, it was no different.
Bai Yan discovered even more, uncovering the entire truth behind the “Babel Tower” game.
It left an unprecedented impact on him.
Bai Yan’s shadow stood by the Connector.
Here was a fragment of memory. A desolate land.
He couldn’t physically reach the Connector, but he could see the Connector’s past clearly.
The Connector, almost identical to him, differed only in his eyes—black as pitch, devoid of light.
The Connector sat upon a tall throne, surrounded by countless extraordinary beings. Each bore a black chain mark around their neck.
“Oh, mighty ruler, master of all! We are your loyal servants, forever!”
Uncountable voices surged, revering and worshipping the Connector, their gazes filled with awe and fear.
But in the Connector’s eyes, there was nothing—no recognition.
Then, an elderly figure, who had the potential of an Apocalypse, approached. Trembling, he knelt before the Connector.
“My all-powerful master, I have brought you a hundred extraordinary individuals. Please guide me.”
The Connector nodded.
“Your loyalty pleases me. Your achievements bring me joy. You are worthy of my guidance.”
With that, the Connector raised his hand, releasing black mist that enveloped the old man.
This mist was the same as the one Bai Yan had encountered at Babel Tower—the one that took away its members.
One by one, phantoms of other worlds appeared, merging into the old man.
He quickly ascended.
The mighty force swept across the land, and though the old man had become a proud demigod, he still remained prostrated at the Connector’s feet.
A new Apocalypse emerged.
The surrounding supernatural beings erupted in cheers, praising the Connector’s greatness.
Bai Yan silently observed this, witnessing events from millennia ago. He could only watch, powerless to intervene.
His earlier speculation had been correct. The pool of “Different Dimensions” and “possibilities” stemmed from the Connector’s inherent power.
The Connector, able to propel Crown-level transcenders into the Apocalypse, was worshipped as a god despite being mortal.
But soon, Bai Yan realized his mistake.
The people admired him not only for his gifts but because they had no choice.
The Connector lifted his hand again, and each person’s neck emitted light as black chains appeared. The source of these chains came from the Connector’s chest.
Bai Yan recognized it.
When Maryse perished, there was an identical black chain on her neck, in the Soul Dimension.
Even though the Connector was not yet a deity, he held power over life and death. He controlled thousands of extraordinary beings, including many Apocalypses.
The Connector possessed power beyond any ordinary Apocalypse.
The black chains tightened, and the extraordinary beings began to disappear, wiped out as if erased.
The Connector spoke again, “Incompetence, disloyalty… all shall be killed.”
Benevolence and confinement were all within the Connector’s power.
Combining this with the old man’s earlier words, it was clear that the extraordinary beings were still required to bring in more beings to be bound by the Connector.
The thousands upon thousands of extraordinary beings kneeling before him were likely only a fraction of his slaves. The Connector’s empire might be a colossal force, built on the backs of countless supernaturals.
Bai Yan chuckled bitterly to himself.
“So, I have been enslaving the members of the Babel Tower, restricting them… It is an incredibly evil power, after all.”
But even as he laughed, Bai Yan understood. Power itself is neither good nor evil. He would never treat Babel Tower’s members as slaves like the Connector did.
As the Connector sat upon his throne, he turned his gaze toward Bai Yan’s shadow.
“Why did you come?”