Chapter 90
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Chapter 90: The Legend
“The Skarth people have no future… we have nothing left!”
“We have betrayed our vow to the war, all is lost!”
“Make these Enos people pay dearly! Fight until the bitter end!”
Even in the face of imminent defeat, most of the barbarians refused to surrender, fighting with even greater desperation.
However, the outcome of this war had been predetermined.
The once-mighty chieftain of the barbarian tribe had suffered a significant weakening after losing his “Endless Raging” ability.
Soon, he was surrounded and gravely wounded by three women of extraordinary power.
Bai Yan repeatedly initiated new game modes, and his scheme to forcefully abduct the queen succeeded… Neither “Nightsaber” nor “Psychic Dancer” sustained injuries in this battle.
Later, he reflected that he had been too “soft-hearted.” Even though Mu Ling had been wounded twice, her death was unlikely. Offending the queen wasn’t worth the risk, as unexpected developments might arise in the following plot.
The war entered its final phase.
In the royal city square, Mu Ling stood at the vanguard wielding a black greatsword, her white hair flowing in the wind. The queen and Maryse flanked her sides, with countless soldiers arrayed behind them.
Mu Ling and her allies had encircled the enemy commander.
“Perhaps this is the fate of the Skarth people…”
Among those surrounded stood the towering, muscular chieftain known as King Skarth.
His imposing figure stood over two meters tall, with white animal hide draped across his shoulders and a long-handled greatsword clutched firmly in his grasp. His weathered bronze muscles were sharp and defined, rendering him as heroic as the figures depicted in ancient Greek frescoes.
However, King Skarth had now suffered grievous wounds, with fresh blood steadily flowing from the sword wound in his abdomen.
Death was imminent.
He gazed at the three women before him and the growing number of Enos soldiers advancing from behind, suddenly finding it all rather absurd.
He himself was quite laughable.
“I chose wrongly.”
The Queen of Enos, Aphrora, stepped forward, raising her scepter and pronouncing in a clear voice, “Repent, leader of the savage barbarians. I shall grant you a dignified death.”
Yet King Skarth seemed entirely oblivious to the formidable opponent standing before him.
His gaze had drifted to the distant horizon, where he faintly perceived the woman he often dreamed of, smiling at him with such tenderness.
King Skarth slowly raised his weapon, like a cornered beast, causing everyone to tense.
“My deity…”
He had shamefully betrayed his original god, embraced the fallen archwizard, and chose to alter his tribe’s beliefs.
After encountering the evil god “Colorless City,” his people gained terrifying power in exchange, but were consequently forced to wage endless war to repay their debt to Him.
He listened to the dying cries of the Skarth warriors and spoke once more.
“My kinsmen…”
But the war had failed, and the Skarth tribe that violated the pact would be utterly destroyed by the “Colorless City.”
Not only the warriors in the royal city but even the women and children who remained behind would perish together.
Finally, his clear eyes filled with memories, and the distant female figure gradually faded.
“My love.”
King Skarth lowered his weapon, bowed his head slightly, and stood motionless.
“Has he died?”
Mu Ling was momentarily stunned, yet she could still sense an iron-strong willpower from her opponent, as unyielding as steel, seemingly refusing to submit to any torment or suffering!
Had the previous battle been one-on-one, she would likely have been the one to fall…
The recent emergence of powerful foes made Mu Ling bite her lip.
As the blade of Babel Tower, her strength remained insufficient, far from adequate.
Queen Aphrora drew a deep breath and raised her scepter high.
She channeled her magic to broadcast the battle’s outcome to every corner of the city.
“The war has ended!”
“Brave soldiers, our mighty Kingdom of Enos has achieved another righteous victory!”
Suddenly, Mu Ling lifted her head in wonder as cheers flooded every corner of the city like an unstoppable tide.
Thousands raised their voices to celebrate the war’s end! Declaring the final conclusion of this conflict!
“Your Majesty the Queen!”
“Your Majesty the Queen!”
“Your Majesty!”
Even the most stubborn barbarian warriors now despairingly cast down their weapons and collapsed to the ground, howling in defeat.
The exhausted Queen Aphrora maintained her composure as she solemnly commanded the soldiers beside her, “Sever the barbarian leader’s head and display it on the city gate.”
“You must not do that.”
After the battle concluded, Mu Ling found she could move again and immediately spoke to intervene.
She furrowed her brow and said gravely, “This mighty warrior fought with honor and died. We… should show basic respect.”
The queen regarded her silently for a moment.
“No, those demons possess no honor whatsoever, brave one.”
Aphrora spoke calmly, “Do you know that these evil barbarians swept across the continent, massacring towns and villages of numerous kingdoms?”
“How many innocent women and children perished under their torture?”
“Before breaching the city, they declared… they would strip me naked, dismember me, and display me on the city wall as a warning to kingdoms that had not yet surrendered to them.”
“Do you still believe them honorable?”
Mu Ling was stunned, the brutality and darkness of this world far exceeding her imagination.
She gazed at the pure white palace that seemed to exist only in fairy tales and remained silent for a long while.
“I trust in the Savior’s judgment, so I shall also trust in yours, Your Majesty,” Mu Ling said slowly.
She knew she needed not make any further choices, for guiding lights already led her through the dark sky, never to be extinguished.
The queen nodded, saying nothing more.
Meanwhile, Maryse, who had remained quiet, simply hung her head, feeling utterly numb inside.
All around lay bloody limbs and the stench of death, accompanied by screams and violent emotions raging in every heart.
Her eyes, nose, ears, and very soul were deeply “wounded”!
Could visiting such a place still be considered tourism?
Heavens! Let me leave! I want to watch movies, eat snacks, and drink cola!
Just then, an unexpected development occurred.
The surviving barbarians who hadn’t been killed, knocked unconscious, or captured suddenly screamed in unison, leaving the guards bewildered.
“What’s happening?”
Mu Ling, Maryse, and Aphrora watched the scene in shock.
Suddenly, the barbarians’ bodies began transforming in agony, their eyes filled with despair, gradually and uncontrollably turning to white dust that scattered in the wind.
Within minutes, no living Skarth people remained in the world.
——
Days passed in the blink of an eye.
Unlike usual, this time Mu Ling and Maryse weren’t immediately teleported after completing their mission, but remained in this world longer.
“So, you two brave heroes who saved the country, might you elaborate on the nature of the ‘Savior’?”
The three had gathered in Queen Aphrora’s reception chamber.
The Queen’s private reception room featured classical, luxurious décor in predominantly light brown tones. It boasted a spiral bookshelf reaching seven meters high, along with a purple chaise lounge and an exquisite tea table for receiving guests.
But to Maryse’s eyes, this level of decoration merely met “acceptable” standards.
She sprawled across the sofa, legs splayed and eyes closed, feigning death, completely ignoring her surroundings.
Mu Ling sat composed nearby, still dressed casually, while the queen smiled from her seat opposite.
Between them stood an exquisite tea table bearing three cups of finest red tea.
“I’m quite curious about your organization, Babel Tower. Might you tell me more?”
Queen Aphrora’s smile was enchanting, as she continually exuded mature feminine charm in her stunning ice-blue attire.
Mu Ling shook her head gently and replied, “Babel Tower is an organization destined to save the world, our Savior is beyond magnificent, and I can reveal nothing more.”
Queen Aphrora contemplated briefly and nodded slightly.
“You brave heroes saved this country, and as Queen of the Enos people, though I am deeply grateful, words alone cannot express this gratitude. Therefore, what tangible reward does Babel Tower desire?”
At the word “reward,” Maryse, who had been dozing, stirred slightly and cracked open her eyes.
Hmm, what compensation indeed?
Mu Ling considered momentarily, uncertain how to respond.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in her mind.
[Request that she make the legend of Babel Tower eternal for the world.]
Mu Ling found this perfectly logical. Indeed, the Savior could accomplish almost anything and wanted for nothing. What need was there for compensation?
She nodded gently and said steadily, “It wasn’t we who saved this country, but Babel Tower.”
“If you wish to show gratitude, direct it to the Savior of Babel Tower. We ask just one thing… let Babel Tower’s story be preserved and remembered by the world.”
“Let your people sing of our legends.”
Queen Aphrora hesitated briefly, then nodded and smiled, “Ah, I understand now.”
“Therefore, I shall have statues of you both erected in the royal city, have minstrels sing of Babel Tower during festivities, and have children in every street celebrate your great deeds and triumphs.”
“Let the legend spread.”
And in the moment after the queen made her promise.
Dark mist suddenly surged forth, and Mu Ling and Maryse were slightly startled as they witnessed a familiar scene.
They knew their time in this world had reached its end.
Mu Ling rose slowly and bowed to the queen before her.
“Then farewell, Your Majesty.”
The pair swiftly vanished from the queen’s sight.
Queen Aphrora witnessed their disappearance, the look of amazement gradually fading from her face.
“Babel Tower…”
She whispered the name, always sensing that perhaps in some predetermined future, she would encounter warriors from Babel Tower again.
But that would be many years later.
