Chapter 509
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Chapter 509: The Mightiest Night Watcher
Amy and the other two sensed a formidable enemy approaching. However, they understood that it was utterly impossible to defeat this opponent with just the three of them.
Could the three crowns possibly have a one-in-a-million chance against the three apocalypses? Unfortunately, they didn’t stand a chance. The odds of winning were zero, no matter what.
“Darn it, I fought with them!” Old Mike’s eyes were bloodshot, wide, and ready to burst. His emotions were overwhelming, making him seem like a completely different person. The calmness that usually defined him was gone. In this moment, deep within his heart, the emotion wasn’t anger, but rather profound sadness and despair.
Since being pulled into the Babel Tower, Old Mike had always known the path ahead was uncertain. He would often envision the tragic ending in his dreams. He had never been an optimist.
Old Mike’s granddaughter was the only thing that mattered to him. She was his “lifeline,” the only reason he hadn’t given in to despair and chosen to end it all. For decades, his actions—killing—had only caused a deep emptiness to accumulate in his heart. The older he got, the more he felt that his efforts were meaningless. Money, fame, and all those things were already overflowing, yet none of it could bring true happiness. For someone like him, he should have long ago lost himself to the killings.
A few years ago, after completing a mission, Old Mike had quietly visited his family, spending an entire day playing with his granddaughter. He felt the beauty of being an ordinary person for the first time.
He couldn’t forget it.
At that moment, Old Mike suddenly realized that death mattered far less than life. He couldn’t just continue down this path of destruction. Now, with even the last “rope” being severed…
“Don’t worry, we should retreat now,” Ganis said, taking a deep breath. He was the calmest of the three, knowing that this wasn’t a time for emotional reactions. “The enemy is stronger than us, so we should escape as soon as possible if we want any chance of survival. Let’s split up and run…”
Amy interrupted, her voice calm but firm, “We can’t escape.”
Ganis was astounded. He looked at the girl in the wheelchair, her face full of indignation, her eyes burning with determination and fiery passion. He had seen this look many times in his own eyes.
“I don’t want to leave these innocent children here,” Amy continued, her gaze shifting toward the nearby building where thousands had gathered, along with hundreds of Omnics. Even if the three of them managed to escape, these people would be wiped out in an instant by the enemy.
“And they might have the chance to come back to life, but these people…” She paused, the emotion thick in her voice. “I cannot leave them.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke with a maternal tone. So many had already died. She couldn’t just sit by anymore. She had to try, no matter how difficult the battle might be.
“If we can’t defeat them, we’ll have to give up and run. But we can’t defeat the Outer God. Maybe we should follow the Fate’s Strings Master’s example and leave Noah behind—venture into other worlds.”
She took a deep breath, her voice gaining strength. “From the very beginning, Babel Tower’s mission to save the world destined it to face countless challenges, to create miracles and overcome the impossible.”
Ganis laughed heartily, his earlier fear dissipating. “Alright! I never thought the most timid one would be me, hahaha! Let’s not run away then. Let’s believe that the Savior can lend us a helping hand!”
In that moment, Ganis too was ready to fight. His earlier suggestion to escape had been out of a sense of pragmatism, but now, after careful thought, he realized that their survival wouldn’t change the outcome of the greater situation.
“Let’s go to our deaths,” he muttered, his tone resolute.
A pale arm, covered with countless eyes wrapped in dark mist, stretched down from the sky. The eyes stared down at the three of them. This was a clone of the “Hundred-Armed Giant” Nullify.
The Master of Dead Silence, Silence, and the Sword Saint, Austin, stood off to the side, maintaining a distance from Nullify, saying nothing.
“The Savior of Babel Tower,” Nullify spoke coldly, “you will pay the price for all the losses you have caused me.”
The true form of Nullify had been struck by divine power and nearly perished, weakened. Now, it had temporarily descended to the level of an upper-ranked Apocalypse. Its clone only had the strength of a middle-ranked Apocalypse. This, to Nullify, was unforgivable.
Nullify knew that Silence, who had challenged the Incarnation of Dark Light, was also heavily wounded. Her strength might only be on par with its clone’s, likely at the level of a middle-ranked Apocalypse. However, with three middle-ranked Apocalypses facing three Potential Apocalypses, there was no chance for failure.
“It’s foolish,” Nullify continued, “you chose to fight instead of running away.”
But before it could act, Austin, the swordsman, spoke up. “Do you feel confident in making them surrender? Maybe I should do it instead.”
Nullify’s voice remained calm, even as it replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they all perish here.”
With that, Nullify spread its fingers wide, and the palm of its arm transformed into a massive white mountain range. The shadow of it stretched across the Babel Tower, reaching for the sky and preparing to crush everything in its path.
“Vanish!”
Amy immediately issued the command, and hundreds of Omnics began to attack. A synchronized flow of signals appeared in their pupils as invisible hover cannons materialized, firing toward the “white mountain range.”
The attack was perfectly timed and precise. The power of the hover cannons was immense, enough to instantly kill even the Spawns of the Gravity of Darkness level. Yet, they could not stop the relentless advance of the mountain.
Ganis roared, his eyes blazing with golden light. The terrifying power of the Primordial Fire erupted.
“Burning White Sun!”
“What is this!” Nullify recoiled as it felt a surge of heat like that of the sun itself. It quickly retracted its attack.
A towering golden light burst into the sky, resembling a miniature sun erupting with energy. Countless buildings were consumed by flames, and even Amy, standing near Ganis, felt the heat. She quickly shielded the civilians, knowing they would be cooked alive if she didn’t protect them.
Ganis felt his power surging, a continuous wave of anger fueling it. The tactical card “Endless Fury” activated.
The voice of Nullify echoed in the sky. “Primordial Fire… A mere Crown-level extraordinary being, possessing such power. Truly worthy of the people of Babel Tower.”
The power of the Primordial Fire had indeed shaken Nullify. Though it was still unharmed, it now realized the importance of taking this opponent seriously.
“Don’t think that having even a
tiny bit of power from the
Outer God makes you
invincible. Your power is
nothing compared to the Outer
God itself.”
Nullify remained cautious, not
continuing the attack.
For a moment, it seemed
almost defeated. But then, it
turned its attention to Silence,
who had yet to act. She was
holding a powerful relic, a
scroll of ruin-level artifacts,
one that could warp space
itself.
Silence, the terrifying cult
leader from the Noah world,
remained silent, her gaze
locked on Austin. She was
already in motion.
The scroll unfurled, tearing
through space as if splitting
the very sky.
Austin’s ancient sword
trembled in his hands as it
blocked the attack, revealing
cracks for the first time.
His brow furrowed. This was
the first time the ancient sword
had been damaged.
With a steady hand, Austin
reached for the sword’s hilt,
determined to crush this
opponent.
“Boom!”
A blazing golden light shot
forth again, striking Nullify’s
colossal body. Ganis
continued his assault, his
golden light scorching Nullify.
“Ahhh!”
Nullify screamed in pain. The
power of the Primordial Fire
was taking its toll. If Ganis had
even a fraction of the Outer
God’s power, Nullify would
have been reduced to ash.
But Nullify wasn’t done. Its
massive body swelled as it
began to mount its defense,
sensing the impending threat
from the elderly human who
had yet to strike.
Old Mike, now fully
transformed, wore a black suit
of armor, with a large cloak
lined in white. His right arm
had become a massive sniper
rifle.
Death mode.
This was the moment he had
been waiting for, and now, he
was ready to unleash his full
power.
With his voice deep and
mechanical, he declared, “I will
make you pay the price.”
The old man was not
motivated by anger, but by the
profound emptiness and
despair within him. He had
awoken from the dream he
had been avoiding, realizing
that the peaceful life he longed
for was impossible. There was
no way to escape the Babel
Tower’s influence.
Now, there was only one
choice left: kill all the enemies
or walk toward death.
There was no other path.
