It was pouring rain. The girl stood alone in the rain and was instantly soaked.

When the rain hit the ground, bursts of white water vapor burst out, and the moist breath permeated the girl’s nose, with the smell of moss.

It feels like someone is watching me from below… No… Not a person… What is it?

Perlis lowered her head, and through the hazy rain and mist, she saw her reflection in the pool at her feet.

Ah, it turns out to be the Son of God.

I hate you so much! I hate you so much! I hate you so much! I hate you so much!

Not really annoying…

But… not happy…

Actually I am happy… just a little sad…

Why are we sad? What is sadness?

who am I?

Oh…

Perlis lowered her head silently in the rain, the rain flowed through her wet long hair, flowed across her cheeks, gathered at her chin, and then dripped down.

Drops of rain created ripples on the white reflection in the pool, making the face in the puddle even more distorted.

It is the existence born from the rain, it is the light that tears apart the heavy rain, it is the wind that blows up the dust, it is the sea of ​​flowers covering the small garden, it is…

【Pure white fireworks】

But…

why?

Because there is nothing you can do?

Suddenly, the rain stopped, and the pool reflecting the white shadows shattered like glass and turned into land in an instant.

Scorched earth.

Perlis looked up blankly and found herself on the battlefield.

Where is this? It’s familiar, but I forgot…

Well… Many times I looked down at this plain from the sky… Because there are many bad guys, and that person’s wish is that all these bad guys disappear… To maintain peace…

Whose wish is it?

When Perlis was at a loss, a loud roar came from afar:

“General Evans! The Tower of Babel is charging!”

“Shut up, I can see it.”

Perlis turned her head blankly, and she saw a man in iron armor smoking a cigar. His rough face was outlined by the red light and looked a little hideous, but there was only calmness in his black pupils.

At this time, Perlis discovered that the thing on the horizon suddenly lit up: it was a very tall tower, so tall that it could be embedded in the clouds, so cool!

But that red light… looks so scary…

So scared…

This is what fear means… If you know someone is going to take something away from you, you will of course feel afraid… The thing being taken away can be a person or something…

What were they going to be robbed of? What was this General Evans doing here?

Perlis watched with interest as Evans broke the cigar and raised his right hand. At this moment, Perlis discovered that his hand was wrapped in a huge steel exoskeleton, which was shaped like a huge glove and had been burned to a charred black with sparks flashing on it.

“The prototype I stole from Pace can save us once, but not a second time. That’s the Tower of Babel. We won’t have the near-divine opportunity we had last time. Laplace will attack at full power until we are annihilated.”

“Honestly, I didn’t think this barrier could really save us… Something that can withstand the impact of the Tower of Babel, even if it’s only in a small area, is amazing…”

“Carly Fellowes is a fucking genius… oh fuck…”

Evans talked a lot, but Polys didn’t quite understand what he said. She only heard that the name Carly Philos seemed very familiar.

So familiar that I want to cry…

Crying… means being sad?

So this is what sadness means. When the thing you fear really happens and something is taken away from you, you will be sad and shed tears.

But what’s the point of shedding tears? Tears are just like a few drops of drizzle, they fall to the ground and disappear…

Unless a lot of people cry…maybe a lot of people crying will help…then it will be a heavy rain…

But so many people are crying… How sad it must be…

Perlis turned around and found herself standing in a square, with a hazy drizzle enveloping her.

On one side of her, the soldiers were firing, and dense rain of bullets and drops of rain crisscrossed horizontally, whistling as they cut through the air.

Rain falls on the earth, and bullets are fired at people.

Perlis stood in the hail of bullets and the drizzle, neither of which could reach her. She saw people in newsboy caps rushing out of the crowd one by one, heading for the bullets.

There’s so much blood… doesn’t it hurt?

So brave…

Is this what it means to be brave? You’ve been afraid, you’ve been sad, and then you run towards those who took away your precious things, even if those people are strong enough to make your chest full of blood-red flowers.

They are all…so awesome…

Perlis’s eyes swept over the people running in the heavy rain. She was an absolute bystander, watching the tragedy unfold without emotion.

Tragedy…What is tragedy? Is it to destroy beautiful things for people to see?

I watched it…I was really unhappy…

But… can this change anything? I can’t change the ending of this story…

You have been afraid, you have been sad, you have been brave, so you drew your sword and rushed towards the monster that you could not defeat, and then you were crushed by a kick…

What’s the point? You’ll still fail and die…

How do we define being alive?

“…Is it considered living to be like a vegetable? Is it considered living to be dead but still have a spirit?”

The words of an acquaintance…I can’t remember who it was…I can’t remember anyone anyway…

But, those people really just died like that… They fell in the mud, with beautiful red flowers blooming on their chests, which came together to turn into a sea of ​​flowers with splashing red silk.

He died… and his wish was not fulfilled… Such a person is so pitiful…

“…”

At this moment, Perlis saw a flash of white light – it was the bride in a white wedding dress, her face was calm, but with a hint of stubborn determination.

That stubborn look…

“…!”

Pearlis realized that she might have seen someone with that expression…who…who…!

She wanted to take another closer look, but the bride in her wedding dress had been pierced by a red light and fell into the sea of ​​red flowers.

“…No…”

Perlis watched her die. Her body did not move, but her mouth uttered a simple character.

Then she saw an icy blue light bloom from the ground and light up the sky.

7) Son of Man, Son of God (Part 5) – More Updates –

Bright blue sky and sea of ​​flowers in Wilkin.

It’s raining, but the sea of ​​flowers is burning.

The white flames outline the contours of the sea of ​​flowers, rippling like waves.

People in the sea of ​​flowers look at the tower from afar.

Perlis gazed at the Tower of Babel in the distance, which was dyed ice blue, her blood-red eyes as calm as the surface of water.

But the moment the ice-blue light bloomed, she heard many voices.

A ripple bloomed from the core of the tower, and everyone instantly knew her and the other person’s name.

The cognitive anchor is mutual.

“…”

Perlis suddenly had a strong urge. She wanted to remember a name, and wanted to remember many names.

She suddenly felt that she shouldn’t be allowed to lie down in the sea of ​​flowers burning between her skirts.

Those flowers could only touch the hem of her skirt at most, but she was a human being, standing on her own two feet and looking up at the stars.

“…towards the Morning Star!”

Countless petals suddenly splashed among the sea of ​​flowers, and in the gaps between the petals, Perlis saw scenes one after another.

She saw a morning star rising into the sky, and a saint with golden eyes poked her head out from the ruins of the airship, holding the flag of the kingdom high.

That person’s name is…Aisheliya Yade Pershipens…No…it’s Sharduo…

She was roaring, and those who had poked their heads out from the ruins were gathering towards her, roaring with her.

The roars formed a wave, calling out the same name to the sky:

Venus.

The morning star rose over the Aston Plains, and when the icy blue light engulfed the red light of the tower, the real war began.

Those people…are from the Kingdom! They shouted…the name of White Flame…the name of the Kingdom…the name of Morning Star…

Yes! They shouted, rushing from the wasteland to the tower!

The scene changed, and Perlis saw on the cliff of the jungle… a young man with black hair and black eyes, holding a huge flaming sword, walking alone towards the army that was surrounding them.

He was alone, but he was laughing, laughing so wantonly, so wildly. His black pupils seemed to be spewing fire, a fire brighter than the fire on his giant sword!

“…Come on! Come on!”

The young man rushed towards the army, and beneath his bloodthirsty appearance, Perlis felt that he was praying.

His name is…Pace Monarch…yeah…I know him…

Scenes flashed before Perlis’s eyes. She saw many people rushing towards the tower from different corners of the continent.

The morning star in the sky was shining on them. After fifteen years, the morning star once again shone on the earth in the daytime.

Those are the stars in the daytime…!

Faces flashed before Perlis’ eyes, and Perlis remembered one name after another.

Pace…Shaldoo…Aoi Shansen…Rei Shansen…Mei Xinghui…Grissom…Saya…Tianshi…Suyao…

And those who have gone away…Edward…Halilali…Hasanka…Aleph…and even…Ivar…

And those familiar ones… not close enough but always around… and countless other names… strange names…

At this moment, everyone looked up at the sky and stared at the morning star.

Darkness is the norm, but starlight is the meaning of everything.

Billions of anchors tied Perlis tightly at this moment. She witnessed with her own eyes countless people rushing towards the Iron Curtain and the Tower under the shining of the Morning Star.

Those are little sparks. Rain can put out the fire, but it can never extinguish it.

What is living? To experience is to live…

Being alive is just a state of life, but the experience is immortal and will be remembered.

Experience is the person.

Son of Man or Son of God?

With these anchor points as extensions, everything that had spread out was gathering again. Perlis recalled the sea of ​​flowers in Wilkin, the rainy night in Wezel, the wind and snow in Wanren Mountain, the sunset in the Holy City, and the storm on the top of the tower.

Then, there was the endless black plain and the endless heroic spirits, all of them roaring, watering the black land with blood to make it full of life again.

She went through it all, passing everyone calmly but carefully, observing everyone.