“What did you say we need to recycle?”

Laplace turned to the gentleman beside him. Suleiman was standing next to him with a smile on his face.

The scene in front of him seemed to make him very happy. After hearing Laplace’s question, he pondered for a few seconds before turning around and whispering:

“At the top of the Hafurgard spire, there is a [core], which is the most important.”

“What’s the use?” Laplace frowned.

“You’ve also seen that the core has extremely powerful output power. When combined with the power of the Creator Engine, it can move mountains and fill the sea…” Suleiman chuckled, “Well… However, after that storm, the Creator Engine of the spire should have been almost destroyed, but with the power of the Core, it can still allow you to do many things.”

“for example?”

“For example… a Tower of Babel that reaches the clouds and towers over the world?”

Suleiman’s words startled Laplace. His silver eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he asked in a dreamy voice:

“how do you…”

“Laplace von Valantia, Hermes has seen your ideas, remember?” Suleiman said faintly, “Tower of Babel, oh, I admire your idea, and I will realize it for you.”

“……”

Laplace was silent for a while, then said:

“Can’t we go into the Haf’ergard Spire?”

“Impossible. Hallilali has achieved her goal. She sealed the Black Lake. With a little more time, my consciousness would have been able to penetrate more, and then I would have the qualifications to open the spire…” Suleiman said softly, “The Black Tide will soon engulf this area. The Lord of the Black Tide was only severely injured, but he is not dead. He will return soon.”

“So, your promise is void?” Laplace said coldly.

“No…it’s just delayed. We still hold the key to the sky,” Suleiman smiled elegantly, “The key is…that little girl.”

“little girl?”

“Pure White Flame,” Suleiman said with an elegant smile, “You should have heard something about the Ursa Cult. Isn’t it good?”

“I know… He is the enlightenment of all things, the god of destruction and change…” Laplace murmured, “Do gods really exist?”

“Gods can also be excellent chess pieces, and they are very useful,” Suleiman smiled softly, “Hafurgaard is dead, and you can handle the rest yourself.”

“How to do?”

“Wait until she matures and awakens, then everything will happen naturally. You can do the rest on your own,” Suleiman smiled. “After all, the prophecy will always come true…”

Suleiman said this, lowering the brim of his hat slightly and muttering:

“The Son of God will eventually be liquidated and killed by the Son of Man.”

As he finished speaking, his body turned into a collapsing shadow and sank into the ground.

Laplace silently looked at the place where Suleiman disappeared. When he heard the name of [Pure White Fireworks], he suddenly remembered the words that the Kingdom’s [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipens always liked to say:

“Pure white fireworks can kill even gods, let alone the revolution among the sons of men.”

Laplace wants everything in the spire, but at the same time, he wants his son back.

Until Suleiman’s figure collapsed into a shadow, he was imagining that this was just a dream – perhaps Hermes would jump out from behind the elegant and cold mask one day, smile at his father like a child, and then apologize politely.

Unfortunately, Hermes has disappeared.

If [Pure White Flame] can really kill gods, can she bring Hermes back?

Laplace looked toward the distant horizon, his silver eyes deep and dim.

……

Edward ran quickly, and after more than ten minutes of high-intensity running, he finally arrived in front of the Hafrigard spire.

He fell to his knees, breathing deeply, and at the same time, using all his strength to raise his head and look towards the tall tower at the end of his sight.

There was no one on the plain in front of the tower.

The pure white fireworks were still burning on the ground, emitting a chilling white light that made Edward instinctively want to avoid his sight.

But he did not retreat. After a short rest, he ran towards the plain again, towards the tall tower.

The town in front of the tower had disappeared, and the Hafgards who lived here were gone. Only some red, faintly glowing broken stones lay on the ground.

Edward had no time to pay attention to the redstone on the ground. He ran towards the Hafgard Spire, constantly scanning his eyes along the way, expecting to see something from the ruins.

But he saw nothing.

There are no living people, no Halilali, and no [Lord of the Black Tide].

After a long time, Edward finally stopped in the open space in front of the spire. He knelt on the ground, hugged his head, and took deep breaths.

No one, not one.

Nothing at all.

The storm of white flames devoured everything, and nothing could survive a natural disaster of that magnitude.

But…that’s Harilalee…she is no ordinary person.

“Well…”

A child’s mumbling in his sleep pulled Edward out of his crazy thoughts. He raised his head suddenly and saw a small figure floating up and down in the white flames burning in front of the Hafrigard spire.

It’s that little girl.

She was in the white flames that symbolized destruction, yet she blended in harmoniously with them. Her long, pure white hair fluttered, and the white flames swirled around her like stars flowing around a star.

[Pure white fireworks], this is the word that flowed through Edward’s mind.

If I remember correctly…she was called Perlis by Harilalli…

Perlis Havrgard, right?

Edward recalled the time when he was standing on the watchtower and looking out at the land. At that time, he had someone by his side, but he did not speak a word.

She and Harley Lally…really look alike…

“…”

Edward fell to his knees, looking at the girl surrounded by white flames, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Tears dripped onto the Kuroshio land, a dry and lifeless land.

A meteor is destined to streak across the sky and intersect with the child looking up at the night sky in the dust.

Edward’s tears were for the stars.

“…”

Halle and Lali’s warning before leaving echoed in Edward’s ears: Take good care of Pearlis, she is your only hope.

“I will…” Edward murmured softly.

At this moment, staggering footsteps came from behind. Escorted by a group of federal soldiers, Laplace quickly ran to the spire, and stood side by side with Edward, staring at the girl floating in the white flames.

Looking at the figure wrapped in the sacred and evil fire, he murmured softly:

“This is… [Pure White Fireworks]… the calamity that is destined to bring about the apocalypse…”

“She can do it… Only she can end the heart of the tyrant… Only she…”

Laplace smiled softly, his silver eyes reflecting the white flames that symbolized destruction, and the old man seemed to have regained that sense of control.

He smiled gently, a smile that could not be described as joy, nor sorrow.

Edward didn’t care.

He looked at the girl’s long, flowing pure white hair, stood up, and said softly:

“No, old man, your eyes must be failing.”

Edward turned his head and looked at his father’s slightly crazy profile:

“That is clearly… a small white flower…”

“Is this important?” Laplace looked at his son. “She will lead us into a new era… Yes… She can kill the Lord of the Dark Tide, open the Spire of Hafurgard, and take away the things that Hafurgard is unwilling to give us.”

“Hafurgard could have won,” Edward said through gritted teeth.

“It’s not up to you to decide. The result is clear. Even if Hassanka Hafurgard used all his strength, he couldn’t defeat the Lord of the Black Tide,” Laplace said coldly. “From this perspective, your brother… Herames… made a greater contribution…”

“You betrayed us!” Edward yelled.

The silver blade was suddenly raised, and in an instant it was pointed directly at Laplace’s face, just a hair’s breadth away from contact.

The federal guards behind him all raised their weapons, but Laplace reached out to stop them, then stared straight at his son:

“You said ‘we’. Do you think you and Hafurgard are the same?”

“You are a traitor,” Edward said. “I will not hand over Perlis to you. Don’t even think about it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You know nothing and have no idea of ​​her worth,” Laplace snapped.

“That’s why I can’t give her to you, because you only care about ‘value’,” Edward murmured, “What about Hermes? Did he also sacrifice for your value?”

“you!”

Laplace roared, and the soldiers behind him nervously aimed their guns at Edward, ready to fire.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps was heard.

“…?”

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Perlis had landed on the ground, with pure white fireworks converging behind her.

Some dark red transparent substances were floating behind her. It was these substances that blocked the exploding storm for Perlis, and Edward’s instinct told him that these substances came from Hallilali.

While Edward was in a daze, Laplace reached out his hand to Perlis:

“White Flame!” he said. “Come! Come to me!”

Perlis ignored Laplace and walked towards Edward silently, her blood-red eyes meeting Edward’s.

Edward half-knelt on the ground, looking at the little girl with white hair and red eyes slowly walking towards him, his lips trembling:

“Perlis, you…”

Seeing that Perlis ignored his call, Laplace suddenly became angry. He stretched out his hand towards Perlis, but an invisible pressure came over him.

“Buzz!”

Laplace fell to his knees, trembling all over, and dared not look at the little girl anymore.

At this time, Perlis had already walked in front of Edward. She looked up at the man with silver eyes and spoke softly:

“Where’s mom?”

Edward’s lips opened and closed, but in the end nothing came out.

Perlis obviously knew everything from his expression. She was still ignorant and just threw herself gently into the man’s arms:

“dad…”

Feeling the little girl throwing herself into his arms, Edward was stunned for a moment, then he hugged her awkwardly and rubbed the back of her head:

“Daddy is here…Daddy is here…”

He closed his eyes, gently leaned his forehead against the little girl, and spoke like a devout believer:

“I will protect you, for sure.”

“……”

On the side, Laplace finally staggered to his feet. He mustered up the courage to look at Edward and Perlis. After realizing that Bai Yan had chosen Edward, he spoke softly:

“Son…you have to…put the overall situation first, understand? We need her…we definitely need her…”

“Do you want her to be a war machine? Or a tool for your ambition?” Edward didn’t look at his father. “No, Laplace, she will be a little white flower. She will not set foot on the battlefield. She will stay in the garden, away from the fate you have chosen for her.”

“Without my permission, your garden will not exist in this world!” Laplace shouted, “Admir Continent is mine!”

At this time, the roar of the engine was heard, and Aleph and Ivar rushed out of the car and came to the front of the spire.

When they saw the tense situation, they immediately raised their guns and aimed at Laplace’s soldiers from behind.

“Put down the gun and talk!” Aleph yelled.

“…” Ivar silently aimed the camera at Laplace.

The situation was deadlocked at this moment. Edward lowered his head, looked at the girl in his arms, and stared into her blood-red eyes.

“Perlis, what should I do?”