A burst of red factor energy suddenly burst out from the scimitar, attached to it, and made a "sizzling" sound in the strong wind at the top of the Tower of Babel. Then, Ivar swung the scimitar at Edward, who had remained silent the whole time, and the sharp blade cut through the air. “【Factor Burst】!” At the critical moment, Edward roared, with a flash of fire in his silver eyes. He swung out his left hand that had been hidden behind his back. Ivar was surprised to find that the factor bracelet had already entered a high-speed rotation state. Is he always charging? Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Ivar tried to run backwards, but how could he be faster than the [Crimson Shadow]? "Bam—" Edward punched Ivar's body, and the red factor energy exploded, completely tearing Ivar's factor shield apart. "you!--"
Ivar's dark green eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face became more and more crazy. Before he could stand firm from the explosion of the factor energy, the deadly red light reached him: "Ahhhhh!!!" In the fierce wind on the top of the Tower of Babel, Edward roared, gnashed his teeth and swung out the silver butterfly knife in his hand that was attached with strong factor energy. "Bah-" The sharp blade that could cut through iron like mud cut through Ivar's right arm like cutting through a reed. The arm holding the scimitar of the energy fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a tide. “Ugh!” Ivar covered his broken arm in fear, the ink in his pupils gradually dissipated, “Ugh!!!” Edward gasped and covered his stomach. His body was covered with burns from the explosion of cyborg energy. The wound on his stomach was torn even bigger and more blood gushed out. "Is there a proper name for this... Let me think about it..." The arm holding the butterfly knife was trembling slightly. Edward looked at Ivar, who was screaming while covering his broken arm, with his silver eyes slightly narrowed. After thinking for a while, Edward smiled bitterly: "Originally...Originally I could have been a good father, what do you think?" Ivar completely ignored Edward. In the tremors of pain, his pupils gradually returned to light green. The aura of madness that had previously lingered around him gradually dissipated, and he looked around helplessly. Finally, he saw Edward standing in front of him, covered in bruises. As if he had seen a savior, Ivar opened his mouth tremblingly: "Edward, save...save me..." The blood-stained left arm slowly stretched out towards Edward, but before it touched Edward, the hand dropped down. Ivar Secpas fell in a pool of his own blood and did not move. Looking at Ivar's body lying in a pool of blood, and thinking of his green eyes stained with ink, Edward sighed softly as if he had realized something: "So... is that the case..."
Edward raised his head slightly, his face covered with blood and burn marks, staring at the high and mighty [The Core] with a helpless smile. Even on this side of the ocean, the followers of the Black Tide are still gliding... Yes, he actually underestimated Laplace. He actually thought that as long as he fulfilled Laplace's requirements, he would get what he wanted. End a [Blood Contract], end Prince Wilkin, end the troublesome [Red Shadow], and get [Pure White Flame]. He really calculated everything clearly..Laplace.. Why didn't I think of this? How come [Red Ghost] was so easily calculated by an old man? Why? A pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of Edward. He closed his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly: "As expected...I have become weak..." The strong wind blew through his blood-stained silver hair. Edward stood in the wind for a while, then dragged his seriously injured body, struggled to leave the bodies of Ivar and Akkaya, and walked towards the edge of the top of the Tower of Babel. He wanted to take one more look at the thing he loved all his life. His vision became increasingly blurry and dark, and he could no longer feel the pain from the wound on his stomach. However, Edward continued to move forward stubbornly. He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood came out of his gums. But no matter what, I still want to take another look... ...... The broken moon, the tower to the sky on the other side... The black tide swallowed the earth, submerging everything within sight. In the dark tide, Edward caught a glimpse of the familiar figure again. ...... Pure white, figure. ...... "Perlis..." Edward muttered softly, and the closer he got to the edge of the tower, the faster the blood flowed out. But he did not stop, as if this last path was a threshold he was born to cross. ...... The Black Tide, the Tower to the Sky, the high and mighty gods and mortals staring at each other. The other side of Admir, the country, disillusionment. He stretched out his hand weakly, but could only watch everything disillusioned. ...... I always feel... so cold... I need my dad's little cotton-padded jacket...
The cold invaded Edward's body, whether it was due to the high-altitude air currents or the gradual loss of blood. It seems... this request is really a bit unreasonable... Edward narrowed his eyes slightly, his steps became more and more unsteady, and the trail of blood left behind him became longer and longer. Not yet...? ...... A chess game, it's just a chess game. Laplace...his long-disowned father... Awada Aziz, the wise old man with whom he once chatted and laughed. What is left that is real...? If you wield the sharp sword in your hand for your ideal, you will become what the world calls a fool and a pawn of the manipulators. Is this the so-called truth? If so...it would be better to crush it sooner rather than later. ...... The strong wind blew on the cheek that was scarred by the gene explosion, casting a layer of coldness on it. It’s so cold... It’s really annoying that this broken tower is built so high. By the way, Aleph should still be alive, right? What would that reckless and brainless old man do... He wouldn't cry in front of that diary, would he? Edward could no longer feel his legs, but he continued to move forward slowly, as if operating automatically. Aleph will definitely light the fire..definitely.. How could someone who had witnessed such a thing be disturbed by a mere gust of wind? ...... Sea of flowers, scorched earth, cold wind, doomsday. He had witnessed it all, from those red eyes. Those eyes were like bright rubies, like a mirror reflecting everything in the world. How he wanted to see her again...the figure that disappeared at the end of the sea of flowers. He took the fire from her hand, from the surging black tide. ...... Finally, Edward slowly approached the edge of the top of the Tower of Babel. Gazing at the endless clouds, he seemed to see the outline of Wilkin and the land that carried his hopes.
How is she now? She is not still taking flowers from the sea of flowers home, is she? She can’t take care of them all… I have told her so many times… but she just won’t listen… Little White Flower...If you continue to be so willful, you will suffer in the future... ...... ...... "I once saw the Tower of Babel from Wilkin's sea of flowers." "At that time, I thought, it's so high, I must be able to see a lot of things from there, right?" “But when I actually climbed the Tower of Babel, I was greatly disappointed.” "The floating clouds blocked my sight, and the outline of the earth was blurred." "I can't see anything clearly..." “Everything that is so real and detailed seems unreal and distorted in the high clouds.” "At that moment, I knew—" "——This is why the Federation people are so stupid." ...... ...... His knees finally couldn't support the weight of his body, and Edward half-knelt on the ground. The sweeping strong wind kept trying to knock down his body which was gradually losing strength, but he just maintained this posture and had no intention of compromising. Edward stretched out his hand tremblingly towards Wilkin, and in his silver-white eyes, everything real and unreal flashed at the same time. ...... ...... "You have seen the glory that bursts from the ivory tower." "One glimpse and it becomes a goal worth devoting your life to." "It's not for fame, fortune, or a few coins, nor for the leftovers from the superiors." "It's an ideal, um, an illusory and unreal ideal." "You said...you are willing? Haha, then you have to prove it to me!" "But I believe you, I really do." "Edward...will we ever meet again?" "Take good care of Perlis...Take good care of...Spark..." ......
...... "I'm sorry..Haleylali..." "I'm sorry... Perlis..." The hand raised in the air was trembling, as if trying to grasp something, but in the end it lost its strength—— "Dad is... a liar..." The last breath was slowly exhaled, like a long sigh. The last ray of light slipped away from the silver eyes, and the glass body finally became empty and scattered.