Chapter 568
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Chapter 568: We Gathered
“Why don’t you choose to leave?”
In a dimly lit room, Alan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the exquisite woman before him. His voice carried a hint of confusion.
“I thought you had already lost hope in this world.”
The woman, Shi Nianyu, held a tall glass filled with white liquid in her hand. She was none other than Mr. Xia’s companion in the “World”—the “Tower” of the Imperial Guards.
Over time, Shi Nianyu had temporarily been released from the constraints of the Savior’s power. Now, she was lying collapsed on a sofa, the smell of alcohol surrounding her, with no trace of hatred left in her eyes. She no longer held animosity toward Alan or the people of Babel Tower.
In the apocalyptic-like world of Noah, over the past decade, many former Apocalypse powerhouses had either perished in battle or disappeared without a trace. Only a few, whose whereabouts Alan knew for sure, still remained as powerful beings from the Apocalypse.
Yet, he suspected that Amy had secretly gathered information on these individuals. Over the past decade, Amy’s desire for control had grown ever stronger. She had become cold and calculating, driven only by efficiency, without a trace of human emotion. Her plans were ruthless, and she had devised strategies for dealing with the terrifying consequences should the warriors of Babel Tower betray them. While Amy’s combat abilities weren’t exaggerated, she could hold her own against any of Noah’s numerous Apocalypses.
It was as though Amy had evolved into something far beyond the mere mortal.
For over a decade, Shi Nianyu had remained with Noah, maintaining a connection with Babel Tower. Aside from her, only Captain Chris and The Cursed String Music were still part of the old guard.
“Is there still no news of him?” Shi Nianyu asked Mr. Xia, her voice heavy with despair.
Alan nodded gently in response.
Shi Nianyu sighed deeply. “Sometimes, I truly wish to venture into the depths of hell and eliminate all the demons, eradicate them completely… But I know it’s impossible, and ultimately meaningless.”
It was true. Hell was a dimension born from the negative emotions of sentient beings, infinite in size and filled with boundless evil power. No being could truly eradicate it— not even the Outer Gods. Only an extinction of all sentient life in the multiverse could accomplish such a feat. But that seemed to be an unreachable end.
Alan shook his head. “You can’t keep falling like this. No matter how much you drink, you won’t get drunk, will you?”
Shi Nianyu swirled her wine glass. “This isn’t ordinary wine. It’s celestial wine, brought back from another world. It’s incredibly expensive—just two bottles would be like wasting a priceless relic.”
“Luckily, just one bottle is enough to make me drunk,” she muttered, her tone hollow.
Alan furrowed his brow deeply. “We are going to the Tylor civilization. There may be a way to save the great Savior. If he returns, maybe… just maybe, there’s a chance we’ll find him.”
Alan didn’t truly believe in the possibility of Mr. Xia still being alive. But he had to try, for the sake of rallying every Apocalypse warrior.
Shi Nianyu closed her eyes, as though she hadn’t heard him. After a long while, she spoke again.
“Um… I will go with you all.”
Alan hesitated. “Are you sure?”
Shi Nianyu opened her eyes, and in her gaze, there was a deep, painful despair. “I have no other choice. And for some reason, whenever I drink, I dream about what happened before. I’ve witnessed the power of the Savior of Babel Tower firsthand. Perhaps… He truly is capable of miracles.”
“In the beginning, under His guidance, Babel Tower had almost mystical abilities to foresee and succeed, never experiencing failure, right?”
Indeed, it had been so.
Alan nodded, lost in thought. They all reminisced about the Savior. His incredible power and wisdom had been the beacon that guided everyone toward salvation.
“So, let’s go together,” Shi Nianyu finally said, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
After the grand relocation came to an end, they arrived at Tatsumi City.
The golden World Tree shimmered with radiant light. Beneath its branches stood a group of people, including Shi Nianyu, Chris, and The Cursed String Music.
Kaluoer’s children would remain behind in this world.
A tall figure spoke up:
“I didn’t attend the previous Babel Tower meeting, I’m sorry.”
Ganis, now looking even more imposing, stood among the crowd. His stature had become more robust, and he had grown a few centimeters taller than before.
“Back then, there was a problem that needed solving… There was this terrible group called the Spawn, and one of them had the ability to become invisible. Their intelligence was also incredibly high. They kept committing heinous murders in my city.”
Alan reassured him, “It’s nothing. I’m just glad you can join us now. This might be our last chance.”
On the other side, The Cursed String Music appeared impatient. “Hurry up. I don’t have much attachment to this world anymore, but I want to do one last thing for it—to help you find the Savior.”
He looked unchanged, but there was a deep weariness in his eyes.
“This may truly be our last chance…” he sighed.
Chris, his temples gray with age, closed his eyes and sighed. Once the captain of the Knights of the Divine Blade, Chris had seen every Knight wiped out by the powerful high-level Spawn over a decade ago. He was the only survivor.
Revenge, protection—Chris had far too many reasons to continue fighting until his strength had completely drained away.
Evie spoke up, “What a final chance… Unfortunately, we still haven’t found the Magic Sword, and it seems the witch has no intention of coming.”
Aurora shook her head. “Just the two of us should be enough. But I have a feeling she will come.”
“Why?” asked Maryse, standing between them.
As if on cue, a golden portal suddenly appeared before them. And stepping through it, who should emerge but the Moon Witch herself—Merete Chambers.
“It seems I haven’t arrived late… Only I am left, right?” She smiled at the group, her presence overwhelming.
Everyone’s expressions shifted as they felt an overwhelming power.
She had ascended to the throne of the gods—a true deity had returned to Babel Tower!
Alan clenched his fist and stared at her. “I never expected you to reach this level.”
“Hehe,” Merete Chambers smiled. “I finally achieved my lifelong dream. Now, it’s time to help the Savior fulfill his wish.”
“Will you not refuse my help?” she asked, her voice filled with quiet determination.
The crowd fell silent. No one could predict her intentions, but one thing was clear: now that she had ascended as a magical witch of the gods, nothing could stop her from doing what she wished.
And in the unknown situation of the Tylor civilization, her power would be indispensable.
Alan took a deep breath, unclenched his fist, and said solemnly, “You’ve arrived at the right time. We truly need your help.”
“No,” Merete Chambers gently shook her head. “What you need is our strength.”
Just then, Amy, sitting in her wheelchair, coldly interrupted. “The time has come. Let’s open it up. We’re ready to leave Noah and journey to the Tylor civilization.”
The moment of teleportation was upon them.
In Tatsumi City, as the golden light shimmered and the time-traveling teleportation began, more and more people gathered. Small at first, but soon, hundreds, even thousands, of individuals joined.
They were the ones who had chosen to remain in Tatsumi City, believing that Babel Tower could save the World of Noah. They had refused to leave.
As they gathered, they did not kneel, but instead quietly offered their blessings to the travelers in their hearts—blessings for the sake of the world.
