The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge Author: Mo Ying'er Tag: Battle Healing Adventure Female Protagonist Introduction: * Real name: "Babel: Pure White Flame" The person who adopted me turned out to be the murderer of my father? After the truth was revealed, Babel destroyed everything in Perlis' sight. "Go to Lorton...find him..." Passing through the snowstorm of Thebit, stepping through the sea of flowers of Wilkin, to the country established by the usurpers under the Tower of Babel, the blood-red eyes witnessed the disillusionment and rebirth of one ideal after another, the rise and fall of nations. "You were born with wings, why do you want to crawl all your life like an ant? Under the shadow cast by the Tower of Babel, the picture of the continent of Ademir gradually unfolds... 前言
yoooo, this is the author of this book, Mo Ying'er...should I say hello? I suddenly thought of writing a preface, but I don’t actually have much to say... I’ll just say a few words. This book is called "Babel: Pure White Flame". Although it is not my first time to write a book, it is the work I have put the most effort into. Its main tone is indeed not in line with Pineapple Bun's usual style and lacks commerciality, but I believe that if you like traditional literature, you will definitely like this book. Here are some things you should be aware of before reading this book: ★Due to the author's experience as a director (someone has guessed it 233), the narrative rhythm of this book will tend to be [movie montage], with more flashbacks and flashbacks. Therefore, each volume can be regarded as a movie of about an hour and a half. Although it will be a bit slow, if you read a volume from beginning to end, I believe it will be very exciting. ★Compared to some commercial elements and entertainment, this book focuses more on narrative, exploring characters, revealing the world view and other aspects that traditional literature pays more attention to. Therefore, it may be more suitable for readers who are willing to appreciate a little depth in addition to entertainment. ★Readers who love visuals, atmosphere, and smooth, detailed fighting scenes will find a lot of fun in this book. Similarly, readers who love plots and foreshadowing will also find what they want in this book. ★ Actually, before publishing the book, my lovely editor told me, "Please be prepared for the results." Of course, I was also prepared to write this book with love. So I don't really care about the results. I just hope that everyone can interact with me more, so that I can feel a little companionship and give me more motivation in the process of writing the book. (You can also chat with me in the group! The group is pinned in the comment section) Well... at the end: Actually, I also know that this book is not favored by everyone. I will not complain about the current market, popular topics, etc. After all, everything is the general trend, and no one can blame anyone... everyone has to make a living. However, before I am forced by life, I want to create a book that I like as soon as possible and completely according to my own ideas: to feel, to study, and to write (fog). I claim to have some literary talent, but I am ultimately just a scholar and cannot reshape this turbulent world according to my own ideas. So for me, the meaning of writing is to build an ivory tower for myself, to find a pure land, and to create dreams for myself. This is the closest thing to art in my mind. Although I know that sooner or later there will be a day when I will be forced to give up and be forced to work hard for a living... Now, I just want to make this somewhat selfish dream come true... Okay, this is just a preface, but I’ve said too much. Let me put the ROADMAP of this book at the end! ...... Babel: Pure White Flame Volume Outline
(Subject to change according to circumstances) ★Volume 1: Go to the Tower of Babel ★Volume 2: Beyond the Edge of the Cage ★Volume 3: Feast of the False Gods ★Volume 4: Falling Cherry Blossoms Flying Backwards, Cold Steel Breaks ★Volume 5: Searching for the traces of white flowers ★Volume 6 Paradise Lost Under the Black Tide ★Volume 7: The Star-Smashing Breaker ...... I hope I can finish writing this book and fulfill this little dream, and I also invite you to witness the radiance of an idealist together!! Perlis will keep moving forward, and so will I, and hopefully you will too. ENJOY (Book friends group: 258786174) White Grave, Icy Rain "We grew up within the range of the Tower of Babel." —— "Selected Works of Wilkin's Fairy Tales" ..... The cold rain fell on the top of the tombstone and slowly flowed down the edge of the white marble. The sky in Wilkin had never been so gray. The cold wind blew slowly through the neatly trimmed trees on the lawn, and the rustling sound of the leaves seemed to whisper the story of the deceased forgotten in the wind. The funeral was over, and because of the sudden rain, most of the mourners left after paying their respects hastily. The cemetery in the manor seemed even more deserted, just like the cold weather. Everything seemed like some kind of established ritual, like a process that required everyone to gather together and go through it again, which was absurd and funny. All that is left for the deceased is a white marble tomb and the incessant icy rain. Soon, the last group of mourners disappeared on the horizon of Wilkin. When they got into the luxury car, the conversation turned to topics such as "what to eat tonight". In the hustle and bustle of life, they shut the names of the deceased and the cold rain outside the car door and turned the page. Car after car drove away, and no one noticed...the girl curled up with her knees hugged behind the grave. The icy rain fell on the girl's head, slowly flowing down her white hair and dripping onto the lawn. In this biting cold, she and the grave stood back to back in the rain in silence, her frozen red face buried between her knees, her blood-red eyes silently watching the gradually blurry world in front of her. "fraud..." Warm tears flowed from the edge of her eye sockets, blending with the cold rain and sliding down the girl's tender cheeks. As the mourners left one by one, the girl finally couldn't hold back any longer and shed tears with her back to the grave. "fraud..." The cold wind blew on the girl, taking away the warmth from her delicate body, but she had no reaction. In the icy rain, her senses were numb, just like her numb heart. “All men are mortal,” but for everyone, the pain of losing someone cannot be compensated by these empty words.
To the girl, this man is her father. "Liar.. oooo..." The girl buried her face in her knees, closed her eyes, and sobbed softly. The small figure and the white grave leaned against each other in the icy rain. The rain slowly streaked across the surface of the tombstone, flowing over the name of the deceased engraved on the tombstone: "[Edward von Valantia]." “…” "Is it her?" Accompanied by the sound of footsteps on the grass, the girl raised her head and saw two men standing in front of her, looking at her. "You are Edward's daughter, Perlis Halfgard, correct?" The girl didn't answer. She lowered her head and buried her face between her knees again. "Of course it's her, Ivar, look at her eyes, there's no mistaking it." Laplace looked down at the girl, his silver eyes seemed to have penetrating power. The rain wet his pale hair, but the expression on the old man's face was as unshakable as a stone statue. "Just to confirm..." Ivar looked at the girl helplessly, his light green eyes narrowed slightly in the icy rain, "But she is so young, are you sure...?" "She'll grow up, won't she?" Laplace muttered, then turned and left. "Okay, Ivar, take her to the car, don't let her catch a cold." Ivar sighed as he watched the old man leave. He turned around and looked at the girl curled up behind the grave in silence. She was no longer crying. The person who made her show her weakness without scruples was dead. She would not cry in front of other people. In the icy rain, Ivar bent down slightly and extended his hand to the girl. "My name is Ivar Sekepas." The girl raised her head again, her lifeless red eyes staring at Ivar's face. Raindrops slid down her face, and her blood-red eyes flickered slightly, as if she had some doubts about the hand that was extended to her. "Come with me," Ivar's hands froze in the air, "You'll catch a cold." "Where are we going?" The girl looked at Ivar in confusion. She was shivering slightly, but it was not due to the cold. Ivar's expression gradually became complicated and tangled, and he stared at the girl's face for a while. Finally, he sighed as if he had made up his mind, and smiled bravely: "Your new home." Hearing the word "home", the girl's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up a little, and her lips trembled for a while, as if she was holding back something that was about to burst out. Then, she bit her lips lightly and stretched out her hand to Ivar. "Ah." Ivar pulled the girl up from the tombstone, held her in his arms, and walked towards the last black car on the side of the road. Following this direction, the girl saw the distant place she was about to go: at the end of the horizon, the tower that reached into the clouds stood steadily. "Well, little one, the weather in the Academi Federation is much better than here. You'll like it there." Ivar placed the girl in the back seat. Before closing the car door, the girl took one last look at the white grave, then turned her head with great difficulty, trying to throw it out of the car door along with the icy rain. But she failed. As if driven by some instinct, the girl once again trembled as she looked at the grave in the icy rain. Her blood-red eyes, reflecting the icy rain, seemed a little blurry.
As the engine started, the car drove towards the end of the road, but she kept staring at the grave until it disappeared from the end of her sight. Many years later, Perlis might forget the sight of the Tower of Babel from Wilkin—at that time, her future was filled with smoke and icy rain, and her vision was gray and powerless. But even so, Perlis would never forget the hand that reached out to her in the icy rain, and the promise of "home". That lie in the icy rain. ...END... Attached: Female hostess design Perlis Hafnargaard
1) Caron Rebellion Eight years later. Charon District - Thebite Alliance "A-52 enters combat zone, deploys factor barrier." "..." Perlis stared out the window, her blood-red eyes reflecting the flames blooming in the vast sky. At this moment, she was riding a transport plane flying above the clouds in the war zone. The range of the anti-aircraft artillery array almost covered the entire sky, and the entire fuselage was trembling in the rippling shock waves. "Boom - boom -" As we went deeper into the war zone, the frequency of explosions increased. As the fighting became more intense, the voices on the radio channel became more urgent and panicked. "..." Perlis turned her eyes away from the window, gently shook her sleeves, and a silver butterfly knife fell out. She casually swung the butterfly knife, and the silver blade bloomed like a flower between her slender fingers. "..." 48 hours have passed since Charon, the outland branch of the Academi Federation, declared rebellion, and the Academi Federation has deployed formal troops here. 48 hours ago, this special zone was still under the jurisdiction of the most powerful political system in the entire Academi continent, the Academi Federation, and faithfully performed its duties as a cog. The flag of rebellion against the Federation had not appeared for decades. Therefore, when this flag of rebellion was raised over the Charon region, almost half of the Admir continent fell into chaos. "Oh!" An explosion sounded and the fuselage of the transport ship shook violently, as if it had been hit hard by an invisible, oversized fist. "Damn it! We were hit!" the driver roared, gripping the joystick tightly with both hands, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw floating thousands of miles in the sky. "Factor shield strength 72%! Perform conventional maneuvers to avoid artillery fire!" "..." Amid the sound of war, Perlis gently lifted her white hair from her eyes and turned her gaze to the message screen on the wall of the transport plane. The screen showed a dark-skinned man in military uniform, with a pair of golden eyes as hard as a rock staring at the camera.
