The worst case scenario is that this tower turns into the “Ark” of a new civilization. Laplace has also rehearsed this situation. He even prepared an embryo warehouse under the Tower of Babel. Even if the whole world turns into ashes, the tower will already carry the fire of civilization and sail to the new world.

As expected… That’s how it should be… We shouldn’t have given them any chance from the very beginning! We should have fought a decisive battle with the Qilang people the moment the [Tower of Babel] was built and destroyed them directly!

However, it is not too late now, not at all. Although Suleiman Agust, that rubbish, failed, he at least dealt a heavy blow to the Qilang people. How much power do those Eastern hypocrites have left? When the [Tower of Babel] explodes in an overcharged state, even a complete [Great Wall] cannot withstand the turbulence of strong factor energy, not to mention the damaged wall now!

Laplace summoned the floating panel and pressed his palm down. Suddenly, red lines appeared on the wall of the [Final Control Room].

This is the final agreement of the Tower of Babel. The roots of the silver tower that are buried in the earth will extract the strong factor energy from the earth veins of the entire Academi Federation plate and gather it to the core at the top of the tower.

The core forged by the Hafurgard tribe will become the beacon of the new civilization. That’s right! After all the termites outside are washed away, the prelude to the new civilization will begin!

And he, Laplace von Valantia, will be the leader of the new civilization!

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—”

The crimson lines ran up the tower along the silver body, lighting up like a bright lamp in the heavy rain.

The core at the top of the tower began to rotate rapidly, and twisted arcs of electricity refracted rapidly between the prisms, repeatedly passing through the core.

A violent red storm exploded above the sea of ​​clouds. The swirling thunder gathered at the core. The mighty flow tore through the outline of the sea of ​​clouds, dyeing the sky and earth in the rainstorm an almost incandescent red!

The feeling of power and authority returned all of a sudden. Looking at the sea of ​​clouds dyed red, Laplace opened his arms and embraced the world that belonged to him.

He is the god on the tower! Only he can rule this land!

He could imagine the ants scurrying around outside the tall towers, and he could imagine the terrified expressions on the faces of those self-proclaimed brave Allied soldiers!

That’s right! Under the might of the gods, mortals can only tremble!

“I am Providence! The Chosen One!” Laplace roared.

The next second, a crisp snap of fingers was heard, and the red light on the sea of ​​clouds disappeared.

The core of the Tower of Babel suddenly stopped rotating, and the whole world suddenly became quiet, as if nothing had ever happened.

Laplace still maintained his arms outstretched, the ferocious and wild expression on his face froze there, and then quickly became confused and puzzled.

what happened?

A red thunder suddenly exploded, and the blood vessels on the back of Laplace’s hand began to twitch.

He raised his head and looked out the French window, only to see a figure hanging on a high tower, overlooking him.

She was a girl with long pure white hair, hanging in the air so absurdly, with stars flowing in her blood-red eyes, her black skirt dancing like the wind, and her slender figure elegant and majestic.

That is Perlis Hafgard, [Pure White Firework].

She hung above the Tower of Babel like a deity.

……

Final Chapter) White Flame and Song (Part 2)

“…Unable to detect [core], please confirm prism integrity, repeat…”

A cold mechanical voice rang in his ears, and the old man pulled out the headset and threw it aside.

He stared straight at Perlis Havrgard who was hanging in the air. His only remaining silver eye no longer had that penetrating gaze, but became somewhat empty.

Across the sea of ​​clouds, the girl and the old man looked at each other, one high and one low.

Suddenly, the figure above the sea of ​​clouds disappeared, and then Laplace heard footsteps behind him:

“you lose.”

Laplace turned suddenly, drew the pistol from his waist and fired, but instead of a bullet, a stream of shattered glass came out of his gun.

Then, the entire gun began to disintegrate into dimensional fragments from the muzzle.

Laplace threw the gun away as if he were getting rid of a branding iron. When the gun fell to the ground, it had completely dissolved, without even a trace of residue left.

This is a kind of “destruction”.

The old man raised his head grimly and looked directly into Perlis’ eyes – there were stars flowing in those bloodshot eyes, as if there was a sea of ​​stars lodging in the depths of her pupils.

Laplace suddenly realized something: the Perlis in front of him was no longer the little girl shivering in the icy rain nine years ago. She just stood there calmly, but he couldn’t help but want to kneel down and crawl like a servant facing a king.

“hehe…”

The old man chuckled at himself, fell into a chair, and spread his hands towards Perlis:

“you win.”

Perlis didn’t say anything, just stared at the old man in front of her calmly. The last time she came here, her world fell apart, but now, her heart is as calm as water.

“You won,” Laplace struggled to shake his head and looked away from Perlis’s face, “God won over man, right? What are you here to tell me? Are you here to kill me?”

“I’ll finish the rest.” Perlis replied calmly.

“You beat [Immortalus],” Laplace’s mouth twitched twice, “How did you do it?”

Pearlis said nothing.

“…What about Hermes? Did he die too?” Laplace looked a little struggling when he asked this question.

“Do you love him?” Perlis whispered.

“He is my son.” Laplace frowned.

“Dad is also your son, but you killed him.” Pearlis murmured.

“Ha, you call Edward dad?” Laplace suddenly sneered, “He just treats you as a bargaining chip in his hand! A bargaining chip to fight against me, a bargaining chip to check and balance me! He doesn’t treat you as a daughter, but you treat him as a father?”

Hearing Laplace’s words, Perlis’s face showed no anger at all. Her elegance and indifference seemed to have become her mask:

“So, if you don’t know why you lost, you will never understand us.”

“Why did I lose? Because the damn locusts always like to mistake ignorance for bravery and indulgence for freedom,” Laplace added a little anger to his voice, “I have the ability to completely eradicate them, but you… Son of God… You are as stupid as them, but you call yourself their spokesperson… You use your uncontrolled stupid power to practice the fool’s way…”

“‘You have power’?” Perlis tilted her head slightly, “Is it your power, or the power of the Tower of Babel?”

“[Babel] is my authority… and of course my strength…”

“No, [Tower of Babel] is just a power that you stole,” Perlis murmured, “Without [Tower of Babel], you are no match for them.”

“Does it matter whether it was stolen or not? Whoever holds the gun controls the situation!” Laplace gritted his teeth, “You took my gun, so what? There will always be someone who raises the second gun, then the third, and the fourth. The existence of self-proclaimed humans will always only use high-sounding reasons to decorate their ambitions. They keep arguing, but ignore the stars that are falling from the sky… Only I know who the real enemy is, and only I know what humans should do to continue the fire. You stopped me, but you think you are speaking for them? You are killing human civilization! And you are not even a human…”

“Human civilization only needs human colors, not a false god to guide it,” Perlis replied calmly, “You are afraid of losing control, afraid of uncertainty, afraid of losing your way, but civilization is to regroup after falling again and again, and then shine its own glory in the dark box.”

“Ridiculous! How can you possibly know the chaos of the universe if you haven’t experienced the collapse of the sky and the earth?” Laplace growled.

“You are on the wrong path, Laplace von Valantia,” Perlis said softly, “A towering tree cannot grow in a pot, and a truly brilliant civilization cannot be born under a tall tower.”

“Haha…you said it nicely…you said it nicely…”

Laplace’s breathing suddenly became rapid, his empty eye socket was bleeding, his face turned pale, and his body trembled continuously.

He took a deep breath, then lay down on the chair and spoke calmly:

“What now? Are you going to continue to lecture me? Or are you ready to take action and avenge your parents?”

Perlis did not answer. She looked at the old man in front of her. The last time they met, Laplace was still strong and healthy, but now he looked as if he had aged a hundred years in an instant, as if all the time he had spent hiding in the hibernation chamber was suddenly engraved back on his face.

She turned her wrist slightly, and the silver butterfly knife fell into her hand, flashing a faint red light.

Her extrasensory senses spread out all of a sudden, and Perlis heard many sounds at the same time: soldiers breaking through the base of the tower, airships gaining altitude, and the sound of gunfire.

She lowered her head and glanced at a pool of crystalline residue not far away—it was the blood-red eye of Hassanka Hafurgard, which was obviously torn out and crushed by Laplace himself.

“Everything that should be taken away has been taken away.” Perlis turned the butterfly knife, and the silver blade turned into glass and scattered. “You lost, but this is not my victory, but their victory.”

The weights on the scale are completely balanced, and at this moment, civilization will determine its direction.

After confirming this, Perlis took another look at the old man in front of her. He was one of the sources of suffering on this continent, but now he was so old that he seemed a little hunched and looked like he was dying.

Then she turned and left.

“…”

Looking at Perlis’s receding back, Laplace gasped and veins suddenly popped out on his forehead.

He suddenly stood up and yelled hysterically at Perlis’s back:

“You can let the Tower of Babel collapse and the Federation burn, but that will not solve any problem! You cannot replace me! If you destroy me, they will only perish!”

He roared at the top of his lungs, his face was hideous, his back was deeply bent, and he looked like he would fall to the ground and die at any moment.

Hearing Laplace’s roar, Perlis stopped:

“I really can’t replace you.”

She turned her head, and her starry eyes fell on Laplace’s face for the last time.

“But they can.”

After saying this, her body turned into pieces of glass and dissipated in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the door of the final control room was blown open, and Pace Monarch rushed in with a flaming giant sword, followed by Eshilia, Ayane, Grissom, Mei, and Evans. Following behind them were the soldiers of the coalition forces, who quickly alerted the surroundings and then pointed their guns at Laplace in front of the French window.

During the time when Laplace discarded the headset, the [World Alliance] fought its way up from the base of the tower to the [Top of the Tower of Babel] and reached the pinnacle of the Tower of Babel.

They climbed up this tower in their mortal bodies, this tower built by the false god on the horizon.

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

“…”

Pace walked in front of Laplace, pulled out the hand cannon from his waist, and pointed it at Laplace’s forehead:

“This time, you don’t have a substitute.”

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, Laplace fell into the chair and pinched his chin with shaking hands.

Then, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, poured himself a cup of unbrewed tea with the spare tea set, and saluted at the muzzle of Pace’s gun:

“So, do you like tea?”

……

Final Chapter) White Flame and Song (Part 3)

“The war is over! We have reached the Tower of Babel!”

On the bridge of the airship, cheers surged like a wave, but Grace could hear nothing.

After the [Final Control Room] was occupied, the Academi Federation’s database interface authority was seized. As the kingdom’s chief researcher, Grace was naturally the first to obtain this batch of information.

Grace thought back to the time when he had just graduated from Bond University. At that time, he worked at the bottom of the [College] and had extremely limited access to the college’s information database. A lot of knowledge that he longed for was not available to him. He even hated his superiors for a long time because of this.

Now that he had access to the information database, he had no intention of browsing other messages.

He just stared blankly at the cyber attack that the Tower of Babel had suffered previously – that was a protocol called “Ice Storm”. Just by looking at the information code of that protocol, Grace could imagine a pair of beautiful and slender hands tapping on the blue light spots.

On the bridge surrounded by cheers, Grace leaned back and lay in a chair, as if isolated from the world.

He murmured in a low voice:

“Senior sister…”

……

The rainstorm gradually subsided, and a warrior in black veil stood on the edge of a tall building, overlooking the city after the riot.

The bloodshot eyes reflected the dilapidated street scene. A few hours ago, the Dila Army and the airborne Kingdom Army occupied the city and ended the riots.

In fact, the process was so smooth that the federal military surrendered with almost no resistance. They obediently accepted the prisoners and were then imprisoned in the prison they once guarded.

At this moment, Hideo Fujita, wearing a raincoat, was directing several teams of people to enter the [College Building]. They finally evacuated the marchers who occupied the building, and then cleaned up the square full of corpses, and finally got the opportunity to conduct an in-depth search.

This admiral of Dila never dreamed that one day he would be able to lead his army into the capital of the Federation. In the era of the old fleet, this kind of plot could undoubtedly be filmed as a science fiction film.

And now, he was actually standing in the rain in Wezel, looking at this city that was torn apart by the anger of the people.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky, just in time to see a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds.

“…”

Ibuki Rin, who was on the top of the building, also witnessed this scene. She looked up at the sky, the sunlight shone on her somewhat pale face, and the girl’s delicate face looked like a porcelain doll.

“You finally have selfish motives, little girl.”

A calm voice came from behind. Ibuki Rin did not turn around, but just silently enjoyed the first ray of sunshine after the rainy season.

The bard walked to her side, looked at the sky with her, and breathed the air after the rain.