Chapter 151 Let Me Do It Next
In just a few hours, Lyra had turned into a purgatory.
The giant tower that once reached the sky has now collapsed for the most part, like a rusty sword that has been gnawed thousands of times, and the two gods who were originally one are fighting around this rusty sword.
No, it shouldn't be called a battle, it should be called a fight. They didn't use any divine power or rules, and their descending posture was not complete, so that their fight looked like two hungry wolves or wild dogs risking their lives for the last piece of meat, with each other's flesh and blood on their teeth and claws.
But they are still gods. The aftermath of their roars can melt steel, their broken limbs can crush houses, and even their scattered flesh and blood will turn into hideous-looking servants of gods when they hit the ground.
The servants used bones as swords and continued to fight for their master until they fell completely.
They would not actively attack humans, but their huge numbers still caused great trouble to the Devil Knights who tried to attack the Tower of Babel. They had rushed into the main hall of the Tower of Babel several times, but were forced back several times.
Because there are too many servants of God in the hall.
As the place closest to the heart and also the most core battlefield, the servants of the gods in the Tower of Babel are like two waves constantly washing away each other.
They rushed towards each other again and again, and fell down again and again. The crushed flesh and blood piled together to form new servants of God, and then continued to charge.
The charging Devil Knights used swords, guns, and any other weapons they could find, but they were unable to completely destroy them.
Because as long as the two gods are not dead, the servants of God who are incarnated in their flesh and blood will naturally not really die.
"We can't go on like this!" After being forced back by the servants of God in front of the hall again, Ina had no choice but to stop this meaningless attempt. "At this rate, we can't rush to Oliver before the last moment... That guy is in the innermost part of the Tower of Babel."
All the Devil Knights were in a heavy mood.
Because they knew that the last moment that Ina talked about had two levels.
One is naturally the Sword of Order on Yuri's side. The Devil Knights over there are using their lives to delay the duration of the Sword of Order.
Once the Sword of Order collapses, the Lyra God is likely to fall into madness, and the targets of the gods' servants' attacks may not only be the servants of the new god.
And the other last moment, of course, is...
Ina subconsciously raised her head and looked at the battlefield where the two gods were fighting not far away.
Although their battle was still fierce, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lyra was already at a disadvantage.
The wounds they inflicted on each other could indeed heal quickly, but in terms of the speed of healing, Tianqin was obviously not as fast as Yongsheng. Although he seemed more rational and more methodical, he could not withstand the attack of Yongsheng, which seemed to have infinite vitality, just like the servants of God on the ground.
Lyra's servants are humanoid and look like warriors. They also have the ability to pull out steel bars or iron swords from the roadside as weapons.
The immortal servants of God are like more flexible and crazy pollutants, and their weapons are their own bodies.
The battle between them looks like a collision between civilization and barbarism, order and madness.
But the latter prevailed.
Once Lyra is killed by the new gods, all their efforts will be in vain.
But now, they couldn't even get into the main hall.
For the first time, they discovered that the power they held was so powerless in the face of the might of the gods.
They don't even know if Oliver is still alive.
Even if Oliver was still alive, even if they successfully broke in and found and killed him, what was the use.
Will killing Oliver turn the tide of the war?
Even, whether something can be changed.
They don't know.
But apart from this, they don't know what else they can do.
Especially when there were countless colleagues in the fifth district who were using their lives to buy time for them, it made the Devil Knights present unable to tolerate accomplishing nothing and just watching themselves.
"Keep going," someone said. "Don't think too much. There's no time to waste."
"Just rush in like this and die?"
"Are you afraid of death?"
"Who would be afraid of death after coming here? What I'm afraid of is a meaningless death! We are already the last group of people!"
"Isn't that still a fear of death?"
Listening to the quarrel between her subordinates, Ina felt an indescribable irritation in her heart.
She knew the mood of the team was low at the moment, but she wasn't good at dealing with things like that.
In the polluted land, the person responsible for adjusting the atmosphere within the team was Yuri, not her. But at this moment, Yuri is not here, and she is really not good at it... No.
Ina also felt the frustration rising in her heart, and she immediately realized that as a leader, she could not show any negative emotions at times like this.
Everyone can break down, but not the captain.
In a trance, these words echoed in Ina's mind.
But she couldn't remember who said this to her.
Is it Yuri, or...father?
What would Yuri or his father do if he were here?
Ina couldn't help thinking so, and then she really remembered something.
A long time ago, her father also brought her and her brother to the Tower of Babel.
That was when she was very young. She only remembered that her father held her brother in one hand and held her in the other, showing off to people as if he owned the whole world. At the same time, he was also introducing this giant tower that reached the sky to her and her brother.
"Let as many people as possible go in. It's better than just watching from outside!"
"That would only destroy our last hope!"
As the argument between the two became more and more intense, Ina suddenly said, "No, there is another way."
Everyone looked at her.
Ina unfolded the map, pointed to an unmarked corner on the map, and said, "There should be a passage here that leads directly to the top floor."
"Go directly to the top floor?" The subordinate was very surprised. "There is such a passage? But how did you know about it?"
"…Because this was once a special passage belonging to Evening Star." Ina said softly, "According to the regulations, when encountering special circumstances, the Knights of Evening Star can bypass all procedures and face the Bishop of the Tower of Babel directly."
The devil knights looked at each other.
"But that was more than ten years ago. I don't know if that passage was also closed after Xiaoxing was closed down... No, it won't be." Ina's eyes gradually became firm. "It must still be there. Let's go there. This is... an order!"
After hearing Ina's unquestionable order, all the knights stopped arguing and saluted in unison: "Yes!"
Ina nodded calmly, but she was praying in her heart.
You must be there.
This is really the last hope.
Fortunately, after twenty minutes, they arrived at the location on the map.
And this passage is still there.
only……
"What's this?!"
The Devil Knight who entered the passage first let out a surprised sound.
Ina followed immediately and her eyes widened after witnessing the scene in the corridor.
Because there are also servants of God in the passage.
But, they are all dead servants of God.
They were densely packed in the passage, their bodies looked like they had been churned in a meat grinder, making the entire passage look a mess. A sticky liquid that was not sure whether it was meat or blood was flowing down the stairs layer by layer.
"how so?!"
"Who did it?"
"Why don't they regenerate?"
A series of questions came to everyone's mind.
But what shocked Ina the most was...
At this moment, who else would know this passage except her?
No one in the entire Devil Knight knew about it.
Could it be...
Her eyes widened, then she immediately drew out the flaming sword and rushed forward desperately.
…
Oliver opened his eyes and looked at the figure slowly walking towards him.
"Oh, you're here after all." Oliver said lightly.
Gerard stopped in front of Oliver.
At this moment, white mist was coming out of his whole body, which was the sequelae of [Overload].
Jellal's clothes were also stained with the flesh and blood of God's servants, and the chainsaw sword that cut through the flesh and blood was still trembling slightly, making him look more like a butcher than a warrior.
But even this image is nothing compared to Oliver.
At this time, Oliver's body had been completely pulled apart.
It was like a huge human skin, with the internal organs hanging scattered under the skin, looking extremely horrifying.
But Oliver's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to feel any pain.
"I thought you were going to leave." Oliver said, "This city has nothing to do with you anymore."
Gerald looked into Oliver's eyes, "Do you really think I'll leave?"
"...Haha." Oliver laughed. "Well, I have to admit that I'm not surprised you're here. You've always been like this...stubborn, the kind of stubbornness that can't see the situation clearly, the kind that can't see the future clearly. Just like now, you come here, sacrifice your life, but get nothing in return. It's meaningless."
"Yeah?"
"Isn't it?" Oliver twisted his body, and his skin-like body immediately made a tearing sound, as if it would break in the next second, but his expression did not change at all, and he always had that mocking smile on his face, "Now is the time, and you still want to fight for Lyra, what's the point? You have persisted for so many years, will anyone thank you? Will the Lyra gods thank you, or will the Lyra people thank you?"
He gradually raised his voice.
"No one, Gerard, no one. Because in the rules of Lyra, you are not a hero, you are just a tool, just a part that is always doing its job. Would you thank the parts of the machine? Would you thank a wrench that you have used for more than ten years? No, you wouldn't, because this is your job. Do what you are supposed to do, and you will be eliminated if you don't do it well. Under these rules that change day after day, year after year, the people of Lyra have no wealth, no future, and even no ambition to make progress. We are born as parts and will die as parts. All of this is just to keep the city of Lyra running and the God of Lyra alive!"
Oliver roared the last sentence.
Oliver explained the most basic operating logic of Lyra City in this way, hoping to see surprise or anger on Gerard's face.
But there was only calmness on Gerard's face.
"Oh...it seems you already know it." Oliver gradually regained his composure. "But that's true. After all, you already have so many clues. With your brain, it's impossible that you can't guess it."
Yes, Gerard already knew the operating logic of Lyra City.
In essence, Lyra City is a city created by the Lyra God to sustain life.
He built the vital organs into a tower and then connected them using the Lyrans.
Every Lyra is like the blood flowing in this giant's body.
The streets and gear tracks connecting the various towers are the blood vessels.
The seriously injured and dying Lyra stayed alive in this way, using human power to replace his irreparable organs.
That's why He implanted rules into the minds of every Lyraen, not allowing them to leave or do anything unnecessary.
In order to survive, what He needs most is order and stability.
"Since you know everything, you should understand that I am the one seeking a new future for this city." Oliver looked into Gerard's eyes, still with a mocking smile on his face, "But you still want to oppose me. You refuse to let this city embrace the future, you refuse to let the people in this city embrace the future, just for the pathetic loyalty in your heart... You are too selfish, Gerard."
"Perhaps." Gerald said softly, "But since you know the truth about how this city works, why didn't you tell it to all the Lyrans yesterday?"
Oliver's smile paused.
"You don't want to say it, or you know you can't say it." Gerard said, "The Lyra God has a broken body, so the new god, or the immortal god you mentioned, was reborn with the help of the Lyra body. Isn't he also broken? Doesn't he need the Lyra people to maintain his body?"
Gerald paused.
"If He didn't need to, why would He frantically eat the corpses in the polluted land?"
"Oliver, stop talking so pompously."
"You've just said what you really want."
Gerard looked into Oliver's eyes and spoke word by word.
"All you have done is just to cover up your so-called 'unlimited ambition'."
"You support the New Gods only to get a share of Lyra's power."
"You don't care about the future of Tianqin, and you don't care whether the God of Immortality is a violent or gentle God."
"All you care about is yourself."
"How else would you let people address you as--Your Holiness?"
"Lyra, but there is no Pope."
But when Gerard finished speaking, the smile on Oliver's face had completely disappeared.
He looked at Jellal's left eye and said calmly, "Can that eye really allow you to see so far?"
"This eye really helped me a lot," Gerard said, "otherwise, I would still be wandering in the fog."
"Really? Do you think you have walked out of the fog now?" Oliver's body made a tearing sound again. He was trying to unite as a whole again and gather his strength. This made his body arch high, so that he could look down at Gerard. "Do you think you have seen through the truth of this world and the future of Lyra?"
Gerard shook his head. "No, I can't see the future yet."
"Oh, it's not that you can't see it, it's that the city of Tianqin itself has no future." Oliver said, "They are too close to God, really too close. No other church has ever been so deeply influenced by God as Tianqin. One day, they believed in order and rules because of Tianqin's existence, and the next day, they believed in ambition and freedom because of the ascension of the new god. They think this is their progress, but it's not, not at all. They have simply evolved from one tool to another."
"Without past, there is no future!"
"In a place like this, who can't be a god?!"
"Why can't it be me?!"
He roared loudly, and his words seemed to have a divine tone.
Eternal Life had gained the upper hand, and he was able to take back some of his previous strength.
So he regained his vision.
He saw the Lyran people running frantically towards the outside of the city.
See the burning city of Lyra.
Seeing the Lyra God, who was already covered in wounds and might collapse at any time.
See the Eternal Life tearing apart the body of the Lyra God.
He also saw that in the secret passage leading to the top floor, the devil knights holding flaming swords were cutting through the thorns and beheading the servants of God who tried to block their way, and they were rushing here, led by Gerard's daughter.
Everything about this city.
Everything is under his control.
Oliver gave a contemptuous smile, then looked away.
Then I saw a roaring chainsword coming towards me.
With a puff.
Jellal stabbed the chainsword directly into Oliver's head.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
Oliver screamed at the top of his lungs.
He tried to fight back, but heard four more noises.
Gerard found four steel bars and nailed his limbs to the ground.
"Jellal!"
Oliver tried to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the roaring chainsaw sword tore his entire head apart.
Although the power of immortality allowed him to recover quickly, he was torn apart again as soon as he recovered.
This made Oliver feel very painful.
He just won't die, not that he won't feel pain.
"I really can't see what the future will be like." Gerald stepped over Oliver's body and walked towards the two hearts, "But I can still see what the past was like."
He stood in front of the two hearts, and his body made a "chi chi" sound, as if it was on fire.
This scene made Oliver suddenly feel palpitations.
What is he going to do?!
What kind of power is that?!
Jellal looked at the two hearts and spoke softly.
"You're right, actually. If the people in this city can only live as parts forever, then there will be no future." He raised his hand and reached out to the heart. "Being too close to God is really not a good thing."
…
Outside the Tower of Babel, Yongsheng, who was about to kill Tianqin completely, suddenly felt something. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the Tower of Babel.
At that moment, his face, whose features could not be seen clearly, revealed a human fear.
He immediately put down the dying Lyra and roared towards the Tower of Babel.
…
"puff".
Oliver suddenly pulled his head free from the chainsword and then roared at Jellal's back.
"You're going to sever Lyra's connection with God?!"
“Are you crazy?!”
In response, Jellal's body gradually disintegrated.
…
The Tower of Babel is shaking.
The same is true inside the passage, which seems like it could collapse at any time.
Ina, who was about to reach the top floor, suddenly covered her chest tightly.
She seemed to feel something, and the strong sense of uneasiness almost tore her heart apart.
This familiar feeling.
Could it be...
She left the enemy in front of her and rushed to the top floor desperately.
"Deputy Captain! We can't move forward!"
Ina ignored it.
No, no, no.
She just kept repeating these three words in her mind.
Finally, she reached the top floor.
Then I saw the back that was completely burning.
"Father!"
She shouted out with all her might.
But all she got in return was a smile.
With a "bang".
The passage collapsed completely, blocking the final passage.
…
"Why."
A soft sigh.
"alright."
"Let me do it next."
Deadline, send it first, and fix it later
(End of this chapter)
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