Anotales has been protected by the dark light for thousands of years, and it almost never encounters direct monster attacks.
But recently, things have changed.
"Let's go." Mu Zhen pulled out the blade and his eyes became firm.
A few minutes later.
The battle is over.
Fei Yue and Mu Zhen stood among the corpses, waiting for the arrival of the black mist.
The priest had fallen to his knees, panting.
Obviously there is no way to fight back.
"Once again, I have completed the mission of the savior... I don't know when it will end... "
Feiyue said calmly: "Slave people who don't want to join the Tower of Babel. What the savior did... Forget it, I've already told you... It's useless to talk to a loyal dog like you."
Mu Zhen was still not angry at all, he just looked at her helplessly and furiously calmly.
Feiyue was silent for a long time, thinking that she should give it a try... and directly curse the savior.
In that case, she should be angry, right
"The savior is just an evil god."
Feiyue nodded lightly and said slowly: "He only claims to be the savior, just like countless evil gods... But in fact, no one knows his true purpose, right?"
The password was correct. Mu Zhen frowned but said nothing.
After discovering that it was effective, the King of Blood finally showed a smile on his beautiful face.
The unhappiness she had been accumulating recently had finally subsided a little.
Feiyue wanted to continue talking, but suddenly she got an inspiration and called the police!
Mu Zhen also felt an extremely strong and obvious sense of oppression.
This feeling!
She immediately turned around and found that at some point, a silent man was already standing in front of the two of them.
This man has a heroic face, long brown hair, golden eyes, and is dressed in ancient but powerful black armor with cloud patterns.
He came to the two of them confidently like a lion strolling in the courtyard.
"Are you... from the Tower of Babel?"
The man asked calmly. The pressure on his body was extremely strong, but he had no intention of attacking.
When the Priest of Chaos saw this man, he was dumbfounded, his whole body trembled violently, and his fear reached the limit.
In the end, he even started laughing and almost lost his mind. It seemed that he still had a chance to escape even from the hands of the Tower of Babel. But when he met this man, the only emotion left in his heart was fear.
"The leader of the Knights of the Divine Blade, Chris!"
Feiyue recognized the other person, and her mood instantly became a little excited. She obviously felt that the person in front of her was very difficult, and it could not even be described as "tricky".
It may not be as powerful as the "Justice Demon" in his heyday, but the guy in front of him is also a "monster"!
"Chris?"
Mu Zhen was also stunned. If the "Incarnation of Dark Light" is the most famous and legendary person in the heterogeneous alliance.
Then, Chris, the "God-Made Monster" of the Knights of the Divine Blade, is a strong contender for the second legendary spot.
Even Mu Zhen, who is far away in Chenhai, the Sky Alliance, has heard many great stories about this man.
He saved the world!
"Well, it seems you know me... I want to know something about the Tower of Babel, can you tell me?"
Chris' tone was very calm, not forced at all, but there was an unquestionable feeling.
If an ordinary person faced him, he would definitely say everything he knew, say everything, and kneel on the ground in complete surrender.
The "aura" in this man is extremely strong!
It is really too solid and indestructible, like the earth, unfathomable and unshakable.
"no."
Mu Zhen took a deep breath, shook his head slightly, and firmly refused the request of the man in front of him.
She was extremely nervous.
This man has so many honors and medals that he cannot be his opponent.
Although she knew that there was protection from the black mist, Mu Zhen's inspiration was not so "rational" and kept putting pressure on her, hoping that she could escape.
"I have done a lot of research on you... The Tower of Babel does not seem to be an evil organization, but the existence of 'above' tells me that the Tower of Babel and the legendary tower are one and the same."
Chris's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of anger or other negative emotions.
"I just want to know the truth."
above
Mu Zhen and Fei Yue both frowned. Isn't what this man said... is this true
Feiyue suddenly laughed and said: "It seems that his belief is not as firm as yours, and he would actually doubt his own god."
Mu Zhen said nothing.
Chris continued to ask: "So, who is the savior you trust?"
Still no answer, Chris sighed.
"I know that there is a strange black mist that makes you disappear... Why don't you stay a little longer and exchange important information."
"If you have a clear conscience, I will never kill you."
The next moment, he had already stretched out his hand, trying to keep the two of them.
Mu Zhen was shocked to find that the surrounding space began to fold, and countless stacked "transparent pictures" surrounded the two of them.
The power of space!
No matter it is Mu Zhen or Fei Yue, they are completely unable to resist this power at this time.
At this time, the black mist finally rose, completely surrounding the two people.
Chris frowned slightly and uttered one word: "Here."
The moment he spoke, the entire world seemed to be affected, and the space around the black mist became extremely distorted.
Spaces merged.
According to past situations, those two people should be bound by his power and rolled up like pictures.
After the black mist dissipated, nothing existed where it had just been.
They left.
"Still not working?"
Chris sighed. He had heard about the power of the savior for a long time, but he still didn't give up and wanted to try it just now.
"Some kind of extremely huge existence that this world may not be able to bear is about to come... I really hope that my feeling is wrong."
"But more and more things are showing... that I'm right."
next moment.
Chris also disappeared where he was, as if he had never appeared.
A few hundred meters away, a group of passers-by were "scared", including "Viscount Edmond" in a black suit.
He shook his head and turned away from the "crime scene".
Well, according to the weekly intelligence, Chris, the leader of the Divine Blade Knights, is a monster created by God...
Bai Yan sighed softly.
"That guy shouldn't be considered an enemy...at least not for the time being."
"Next, let's start a new meeting of the Tower of Babel."
Chapter 274 The Eighth Meeting (Seven Thousand)
Bai Yan returned to the inside of the Tower of Babel again.
The current exterior theme is the Crystal Palace. The night sky outside the palace is not illusory, but real...
Bai Yan could already feel it at this time.
Every "themed appearance" in the Tower of Babel hall should actually be a "part" of a certain world.
"This kind of thing is really unimaginable... Although I want to say this, but if you think about it carefully, it is imaginable... It is not unusual for this thing to be able to do anything."
Tower of Babel, what exactly is it
Relics of civilization
Bai Yan shook his head, impossible, how could there be such a powerful relic of civilization, absolutely impossible.
"So...a ruin-level relic?"
This is possible...
However, which relic of the otherworldly god does it correspond to
Bai Yan fell into deep thought.
For most extraordinary people, ruin-level relics are completely mysterious and unknown existence.
Only a few people in Noah's world knew it.
In the game "Tower of Babel", every time Bai Yan reaches the later stage, he will encounter more than one ruin-level relic.
Even so, there are still not many ruin-level relics that he knows about, only a dozen or so, which is about half of the twenty-seven ruin-level relics.
Bai Yan vaguely remembered seeing a faceless shadow man when he was promoted to monarch.
Who is that
Some otherworldly god
No, whether it is the twenty-four other worldly gods that have been recorded, or the three special otherworldly gods that Bai Yan knows about.
None of their looks are like this.
"There is still not enough information known. If I can be promoted to Apocalypse, at that moment of contact with the essence of the soul, 'contact' should allow me to see more pictures."
He sat on the crystal throne and shook his head slightly.
Today is December 15th, the time of the eighth meeting.
Eight meetings have been held every ten days.
Bai Yan held his cell phone, but did not immediately choose to hold a new meeting.
Instead, he checked the situation of the "captives" inside the Tower of Babel.
Three months have passed, and more and more people have been "arrested" by the black mist in various daily, weekly, and activity tasks.
Now, the number of "Tower of Babel logistics personnel" in various research institutes has reached more than 500.
And the most terrifying thing is that this number is still growing at a rapid rate.
In the first mission, the number of people who will be captured increases by a few.
But during this time, the number of people captured has begun to increase by dozens and dozens.
"Well, in the future, for missions involving a large number of people, it may be possible to directly capture hundreds of people."
Bai Yan even had a strong premonition that sooner or later, a special large group or even a town would be formed inside the Tower of Babel.
But to him, these are all trivial matters.
Even if there is one more city, so what
He now has a city in his hands, and that is Chenhai.
But in the later stages of the "Tower of Babel" game, ordinary manpower and productivity are meaningless... These are still too insignificant in the face of the great power that comes from one body.