Chapter 624 Hatred and Anger Are a Double-Edged Sword

"Escaped?"

At the top of what today's humans call the "Tower of Babel", the black-haired girl stared with lifeless eyes, watching the sparks bursting in mid-air, watching the wreckage of the fighter jet rolling and falling under the thick smoke, but she still didn't stop. No open parachute was seen.

"Is your judgment too pessimistic? Think on the bright side, what if the most troublesome Dr. Mei and Otto have been solved just now?"

There was no other person beside her, but that voice sounded in her heart - to be precise, the core. Achieving communication that ignores time and space through quantum entanglement is the privilege of Tenth Herrscher individuals in any era. It is a more stable and efficient method of communication than the spiritual communication network.

As for the person speaking to her, there is no doubt that she is the Leader who may have completely forgotten the name [Wendy].

Guinevere's eyes dropped, and she retorted quietly in a non-disobedient manner:

"No, if it could be solved so easily, the humans of the previous era would not have persisted to the end under her leadership..."

"That was just because of the great power of the god who had not yet returned to the throne of God at that time."

"...It's not impossible for you to understand it this way, but she should be fine. There was a red lightning just now, which should be the power of the Third Herrscher. Even without the help of the Third Herrscher, don't forget Otto... Apokalis has now become a Herrscher, although with that person’s nature, he may not save others at this time.”

"Hmph! Another guy who stole the power of God..."

"Okay, okay, you can control those monsters with peace of mind. Didn't you agree before that you would leave the defense of this tower to me, right?"

"Hmph! It's unnecessary. With our current power, we can destroy most of the world in just one day. What else do we need to defend against?"

"Ah, yes, yes, you are right Leader, so you should quickly focus on controlling those monsters. We know best what kind of creatures human beings are. Even if we know that we have no chance of winning, we still must not believe in evil. After struggling to the end, they thought they were so heroic, as if they could carve out hope in despair, but in fact it was just an ugly display of a dying struggle... They will definitely set up a defense line along the path of the monster group, Leader. Just concentrate on enjoying the feeling of tearing civilization apart.”

"Oh, okay, just do as you say."

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"Uh...ah...ah..."

The girl covered her face hard.

What I started with was a hard and cold touch.

"What's going on...what's going on...Although I am indeed not cute in reality, this feeling...is it wood, or...am I already dead?"

The wind in the sky kept blowing, and the slightly loose clothes made a constant sound of "hunting" under the agitation of the wind.

"I am...I am...who am I?"

The girl raised her head feebly, looked at the white clouds that accumulated and dissipated in the sky, and began to think about the original philosophical question that countless philosophers had thought about -

"who I am?"

"call--"

As if to answer her question, the unconscious wind sent a strand of flying black hair to her eyes.

"This is……"

The girl grabbed the hair that floated from the back of her head, held it tightly, brought it under her nose and sniffed it gently, her eyes gradually losing focus.

After a while, she felt that her body was gradually softening, her joints became less stiff, and some aspects became less flexible...

Finally, I held my face with my hands again, and what I got was a piece of wood that was not cold and hard. Although the strong wind and temperature at high altitude made the cheeks still cold, at least when I pressed them, they would be hollow and elastic, and they were human cheeks.

"I am... Guinevere..."

The girl murmured her name, but her heart seemed to fall to the ground along the tower.

"Is it becoming more and more difficult to maintain the original consciousness? So, from the very beginning, Senior Wendy also..."

Sighing, he tore two bruises on his cheek with force. The pain made his consciousness somewhat clearer, although those wounds could be restored within a few seconds because of the power of death given by [God]. There was no trace, from beginning to end she didn't even need to use her own thoughts...

But... she seemed to be barely floating on the water. Every time the power was activated, she could really feel as if someone was dragging her legs underwater and dragging her into the water.

Every time, every time, you need to struggle with all your strength to break the water again and let your consciousness return. But each time will be more difficult than the last.

"Really... Kiana and Bronya don't look like this... Is this the difference between first-hand goods and second-hand goods..."

Although she stood up straight again while holding on to the bricks on the top of the tower, Guinevere was still in a daze.

"What am I going to do...what am I going to do?"

She stared blankly as those disgusting giants gradually moved toward the end of the intersection between heaven and earth under the control of silver threads. But for a moment, I didn't understand why I was here.

"I...oh yes, my mission is to be responsible for the defense of this tower...that's right. But how long has it been since then?"

It was as if there was a hole in her heart, and she couldn't cheer up no matter what. It was as if something very important in her heart was taken away along with her flesh and blood, and she could never remember it again.

She just watched the giants walk away step by step, watching them trample the Honkai beasts, puppets, virtual god skeletons and the sandy yellow land into powder one by one.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Even though she was at an altitude of nearly 80,000 meters, the smell of blood still lingered at the tip of her nose, but maybe it was just a psychological effect.

The screams that were getting farther and farther away were probably the same psychological effect. In fact, at such a height, it was difficult to retain both the smell and the sound. Even if they really existed, they would flow into the universe without stopping.

Guinevere's sight drifted for a while, and then fell to the ground again.

She saw that on the ground covered with huge footprints, pieces of flesh and blood floated up under the pull of the silver thread and combined into a thousand-meter giant that even she found extremely disgusting.

Those were the human corpses and pieces of flesh on the ground. Under the collision of the Honkai beasts, the gnawing of the dead soldiers and the trampling of the giants, there was no complete corpse on the ground, but if it was just pieces of flesh, it was enough to be molded into a giant like kneading mud. Anyway, the power of domination only requires [a puppet that can be controlled].

Speaking of which, who came up with the idea of ​​this giant? Oh, it seems to be her.

Because she saw the power of the gods with her own eyes at the Salt Lake City base, the posture of the thousand-meter-tall giant slowly raising its body from the smoke and dust was like a mountain rising from the ground in an earthquake. The towering body only used two simple feet to turn the Salt Lake City base, which was almost the safest place in the world in her eyes, into a ruin.

That's why she came up with this idea. She knew that similar body size did not mean the same power. Everything was just a poor imitation that came from a sudden impulse. But now it seems that this imitation is a bit too disgusting.

"So boring... Leader is right. How could the Tower of Babel be attacked?"

Guinevere smiled, and in the blink of an eye, her figure could no longer be seen on the top of the Tower of Babel.

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"Boom--"

In the yellow sand, the crowd ran desperately.

"Get out of the way!"

A car left the road, crashed through the railings on the side of the road, and swayed directly into the vast desert. The horn was screaming "beep beep beep", but the car body ran over the crowd running in front without hesitation, dragging and rolling over the corpse of someone unknown on the tires and continued to run wildly.

However, this frenzy did not last long. The hot sand was glued together by the plasma, and the wheels soon sank. The more they stepped on the accelerator, the faster the wheels turned, and the deeper the car sank, and finally it was completely stranded.

But the tragic situation of the first car did not scare the later ones. The earth was shaking and screaming, and the yellow sand was flying behind them, but they could vaguely see the huge figure chasing the sand and dust. If they wanted to survive, they had to run faster than others. Even if they only lived one second longer, it was a victory at this moment.

Although such a victory cannot be called a victory, and living longer than that ordinary or even unnoticeable time has no meaning.

But [living] is the instinct of every creature since birth. Under the control of death, most people's brains have actually given up working except [living].

More and more cars left the road and drove into the vast Gobi Desert.

In the first car that rushed down the road, a bearded man wearing a red beanie and a white robe climbed out of the driver's seat, opened the door of the back seat, and pulled out a woman holding a child. As soon as the woman landed, she instinctively went to tidy up the black headscarf that fell from her shoulders. The man took the opportunity to take the child from the woman's hand and threw it directly to the back, then pulled the woman up and ran. The woman covered her head with one hand, followed him for two steps, but suddenly slapped his hand away and turned to pick up her child.

Guinevere stood aside, no one noticed her, she seemed to be detached from this world, just quietly watching all this unfold.

"Boom!"

Her lips spread out in an O shape, and with this voice, the family of three who had just climbed out of the car were rolled under the chassis of an off-road vehicle that had just rushed down the road.

The off-road vehicle continued to run forward, and the wheels left two long bloodstains in the desert.

Countless cars broke down in the desert, and the people who were driving cars gradually turned to walking and running like those who were left behind. Some were unlucky, like the family of three, who were hit by the cars behind them. Those who were luckier... they were still running, but it was only a matter of time before they were caught up.

And what about the people who were left behind?

Of course, they were still running and running until they could no longer run and fell headfirst into the yellow sand.

Everyone's physical strength is completely different. Often, the elderly in the family fell to the ground first, followed by women and children, and the last person, some chose to stay and hug their family and wait for death quietly, and some ran straight forward without looking back until their physical strength was completely exhausted.

Of course, the most common ones are those whose bodies continue to run forward, but their heads turn back again and again uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, no matter which one you choose, the ending will not change at all.

Someone found the car that broke down in the desert. The seat cushion of the car was still warm, and it was obvious that the owner had not left for too long. They tried to restart the car and drive out.

"Good observation and action ability," - Guinevere, who was watching from the side, commented.

"Unfortunately, it is destined to fail."

Most attempts are just useless, isn't it obvious? Except for a few people with superb skills who started the car, the result of most attempts is that the car is still stuck in the sand and cannot be started.

"Huh?"

But she did see something interesting - the few cars that started again rushed forward for more than ten meters and ran at a certain speed, then suddenly turned back and quickly drove to a pair of elderly people and picked them up.

People nearby saw an opportunity and tried to climb up. The young man who was sitting in the driver's seat and looked to be only about 20 years old took out his pistol decisively and fired a magazine at the crowd rushing up. After confirming from the rearview mirror that his parents had climbed into the back seat, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out again, dragging the rear door that had not yet been closed. He turned around and knocked over countless people along the way, and then cleverly rushed back to the empty road.

Guinevere smiled and shook her head.

It was wonderful, too wonderful, and it was countless times more wonderful than Hollywood movies. After all, no matter how gorgeous the special effects were, they were fake, and no matter how ugly the people were, they were real.

She knew that the fate of that family would be the same. At the speed of the vehicle on the highway, it might be possible to rush into the defense line organized by humans before death came, but it should be impossible. After all... the car needs to burn oil, and the nearest defense line that humans can block in this direction is also in the Zhagros Mountains. No matter how full the car is, it is completely impossible to drive from the car to the Ilan Plateau in one breath. It is not a nuclear-powered car.

However, I can live longer than these people in front of me... just for a little while...

Guinevere retracted her gaze from the taillights of the car and looked at the crowd in front of her again.

Some people had given up and just sat on the ground, not crying or making a fuss, just numbly looking at the dust rising high in the distance.

Some people buried their heads in the sand and cried until their throats could no longer make any sound.

"Why! Why is this happening? The bishop of Destiny clearly said that he had defeated the tenth Herrscher!"

"After defeating the tenth Herrscher, the eleventh Herrscher will come. I can't understand such simple logic... Haha, I should have known it long ago. This kind of victory is meaningless. If you defeat one, there will always be another one. The so-called Herrschers with only thirteen are definitely a lie. Sooner or later, all humans will be killed by Honkai..."

"You still believe in those things! Honkai, Herrscher, they are all lies of pagans. This is God's punishment... It is God's punishment, no one can escape it. How can humans defeat God... Allahu Akbar..."

"Allahu Akbar..."

The explosion sounded in time, and several fighter planes flew over in the low sky, but the traces left by the tail flames had not dissipated, and even the bombs had not been dropped, and they fell under the anti-aircraft attack of the ballista-level Honkai beast.

Hope died in the cracked earth before it could sprout.

The tremors of the ground became more and more obvious. The giant bodies that were thousands of meters high formed a wide human wall, pressing forward unstoppably. Before being trampled by them, these humans who could no longer run had to face the collapsed beasts and dead soldiers who were "chased" forward by the giants. The collapsed beasts were not short. The lowest ones were two or three meters tall. There were more than one hundred-meter-level collapsed beasts in everyone's sight, but they were still too short in front of those giants.

But as if teasing these humans who had finally escaped from the disaster area, more and more explosions sounded behind them, and countless missiles came from all directions, drowning the marching collapsed beasts and dead soldiers in flames and thick smoke.

The giant that seemed so tall that it could not be defeated had a more fragile body than the average collapsed beast. With the impact of the explosion, blood and flesh splashed everywhere, and countless giants disintegrated back to their most primitive posture in the flames.

And when the smoke and dust of the explosion dissipated, people saw the corpses of collapsed beasts and the wriggling pieces of meat all over the ground.

Under such high-intensity firepower, the lower-level Honkai beasts below 20 meters suffered heavy losses, and none of them survived, but those tens of meters tall chariot-level, temple-level and even Honkai emperors were almost unscathed, and they still marched forward with firm and slow steps. The bodies of their companions and the pain of being burned by the flames were irrelevant to them. What mattered was the consciousness of the people who created them - to destroy this wrong world and these ugly humans!

"It seems that the defense of these giants is a bit weak."

Guinevere suddenly took a step, one step at a time, but she didn't make any sound, as if she walked among the group of people in a flash.

"Don't struggle anymore. The more you struggle, the more ugly you will be."

"You - who are you?"

It wasn't until she opened her mouth to speak that someone noticed her.

The man closest to her held a handful of sand in his palm and looked at this unusually calm girl with a hint of hope.

Following his voice, more and more people saw this girl who had appeared out of nowhere, and saw her fearless attitude. Some even recognized her anti-entropy uniform that she had not yet changed out of...

But the next moment, the girl's words trampled the hope that surged in everyone's hearts, and she stood on tiptoe and turned around twice-

"I am the initiator of this tragedy. In your words, I am the Herrscher. How is it, I have seen the real person, and it is different from the monster you imagined."

"..."

"..."

The scene was completely silent, with only the dull sound of the Honkai beasts trampling the ground.

No one even noticed that the squirming flesh and blood were pieced together into a thousand-meter-high giant bit by bit, and the corpses of the Honkai beasts were also used. Their gray exoskeletons were separated from the flesh and blood, and embedded layer by layer as the skin of the giants on the flesh and blood-but such a huge movement could not attract the attention of these humans at all.

But their hearts were not calm. Guinevere could feel it.

The Leader said that there is another interpretation of their power, which is to absorb the negative emotions of humans, use them as food, and gain more powerful power.

Hate, anger, and despair should be regarded as negative emotions.

Yes, hatred, anger... and despair. In the final analysis, even if they put forward the slogan of "fighting for a beautiful new world", what drove them to do such cruel things was still the ugliest and darkest hatred and anger in the hearts of human beings.

"Damn it! Why! Why is it like this! We just want to live in peace and stability, is it so difficult!!!"

The man who spoke first suddenly stood up, threw a handful of yellow sand at the girl, and took the opportunity when Guinevere's vision was blocked to pounce on her legs.

But the girl just raised her foot lightly and kicked the man's jaw.

"Ah... uh uh uh... ah——"

The man covered his throat and rolled in the sand, only making unclear screams.

"Please rest assured, we have no ill will towards you, but this world is too hopeless and too ugly, so we have to create a beautiful new world - the premise is to destroy the old world. And you don't need to fear death, because noble souls will be reborn in the new world..."

"What are you kidding... I only recognize the world I live in, ah ah ah!"

The man spit out blood and climbed up again, and then was kicked down again.

[So that's it, hatred and anger can be used as food to strengthen our strength, and can also make humans make irrational but hopeful resistance when they are extremely desperate... It's really a double-edged sword. 】

Then, several more men stood up, and they all died before the Honkai beasts arrived.

Then, no one dared to resist.

Guinevere just stood there, but everyone didn't dare to move. They obviously recovered a little strength, but they didn't even run.

Perhaps it was because of the fear of Guinevere, or perhaps it was because he realized that he could not survive anyway, and he just hoped that he would not experience the pain of being out of breath during intense exercise before he died.

The crowd was ruthlessly crushed, and the Honkai beast quickly caught up with the crowd and vehicles farther away. After several minutes, the newly born thousand-meter giants wearing gray and white armor began to move again.

Under their huge feet, the earth groaned and cried, but Guinevere just stood there. When all the giants left, she glanced to both sides and saw huge footprints on both sides, and she was standing in the narrow safe area between the two footprints.

In the footprints on both sides were flesh and blood that merged with the yellow sand and torn clothes. Soon, these flesh and blood flew into the air under the binding of silver wires and condensed into new giants.

[But the anger of mankind is only this. Moreover, if we kill a few brave ones, the rest will no longer have the courage to seek a glimmer of hope. This world has given humans the desire to survive, but it has not given them more courage. It is ridiculous... It seems that we have won. Perhaps tomorrow morning, when we open our eyes, a beautiful new world will be born. 】

Guinevere thought, but felt that all this was too boring.

She planned to go back. There was nothing to see here. It was nothing more than one massacre after another, just like what humans had done to their compatriots countless times.

History always repeats itself in reincarnation. The so-called collapse is, in a sense, nothing more than human fratricide, which is no different from everything that has happened in the past.

But...

"No!"

Guinevere covered her forehead suddenly.

She suddenly knelt down in the yellow sand. She crawled weakly. She dug a small pit in the sand and guided the blood left by the corpses into the pit, so she got a red mirror.

She did not see herself in the mirror, but only saw an ugly doll.

"No... who am I..."

Guinevere tore at her cheeks frantically, but felt the cold and hard touch of wood.

"Who am I..."

"I am..."

"Am I a human?"

"No... I should be the Tenth Ruler..."

"Wait, weren't we all human before..."

"No, no, I was called..."

"What was my name...?"

The puppet's head fell into the blood, and the last thought of the girl before she fainted was-

It seemed that there was something hard in her pocket that was poking her chest.