I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 503:

Chapter 503:

"Emperor" Kessel.

The young boy with silver tousled hair, appearing fragile and delicate, had a tear-shaped birthmark on his face.

Bai Yan’s most familiar Imperial Guards, who had once taken care of him and Alan at the Tatsumi City Demon Hunt Agency. Later, Kessel, in violation of the Air Alliance’s rules and laws, voluntarily put himself under the custody of "High Tower" Shi Nianyu.

At this moment, the pure white youth floated in the air, observing the surroundings:

"Why are we all suddenly being let out? What’s happened to Shi Nianyu? And where are we?"

With too much confusion, Kessel fell into deep thought. Soon, he noticed the White Lion "Power" burning with black flames on the ground, and also saw Alan’s figure nearby, which left him feeling incredibly puzzled.

How could this be?

According to Shi Nianyu, didn’t the Babel Tower and the Imperial Guards form an alliance? Why are they fighting again now? Could it be that the Babel Tower has betrayed them?

It surely wouldn’t be Mr. "World" who willingly tore up the alliance, as his path was unquestionable and he never wavered.

But the Savior of the Babel Tower, in terms of factions, should be inclined towards us, right…

Kessel was feeling unsettled in his heart, unable to comprehend the current situation.

Even after being imprisoned for several months, Kessel still saw himself as a member of the Imperial Guards.

In fact, whatever he needed, he had it inside the "tall tower," and he lived a fairly good life. Shi Nianyu and him were also old friends, so she would naturally try her best to fulfill his needs.

So, Kessel had no complaints about the Imperial Guards, and now he was worried about Shi Nianyu and the White Lion.

But he also knew that now was not the time to question the Babel Tower, because a powerful force was approaching.

Dark Light.

This is the name of the Savior, Noah, the mighty alias of one of the Rainbow, and at the same time, it is the power shared by the priests of the Kingdom of Dark Light.

A mysterious power, manifested outwardly as a dark glow.

The more devout one’s faith, the more powerful their "Dark Light" becomes… The priests always say so.

In fact, this bestowed power of Dark Light can actually grow stronger through accumulation, but there is a limit to its accumulation.

It is different from most extraordinary powers.

Every time the priests pray, they are bestowed with a little Dark Light. They can then gradually accumulate the Dark Light and use it for battles and preaching, to show miracles to people, change harsh weather, heal diseases, and repair buildings.

Dark Light is a power that can do almost anything.

The only problem is that most extraordinary powers can be used with physical strength, mental strength, or they just need a short rest before they can be used again.

And Dark Light, on the other hand, is an extraordinary power that disappears once it is depleted. Once it is used up, in order to accumulate it again, one must start all over and pray anew.

Therefore, during battles, the priests of Dark Light often hesitated to give their all.

The Saints were granted more Dark Light when they prayed, and the limit of accumulation was several times, or even tens of times, higher than that of ordinary priests. As a result, they became more powerful and resilient in battles.

Head of Dark Night.

He was the oldest Saint, practically the very history of the Kingdom of Dark Light itself.

His Dark Light seemed almost endless.

"Accept the purification of the dark light here!"

The madness in the expression of the Head of Dark Night grew increasingly apparent, and he burst forth with full force.

He unleashed nearly all of his Dark Light, attempting to strike down everyone in one blow!

"Boom!"

With a roar that shook mountains and stirred up waves, a black light as dark as night flooded the sky, obscuring the sunlight. The once crimson world gradually turned black.

Descending from the horizon, it was about to engulf the entire world.

Almost everyone present felt a spine-chilling sensation.

"Be careful!"

Mu Ling couldn’t help but cry out, as she could feel how insignificant her own strength was against this attack.

"Peggie," the Crown level extraordinary being, stood alongside "Kessel," the Emperor, and dozens of other surviving Crown level extraordinaries. In this moment, they were all filled with shock and horror. Many of them, upon witnessing the power of this strike, felt a wave of utter despair and a sense of impending doom washed over them.

Peggie let out a sigh and said, "It seems like I will die here."

Mu Ling prayed to the great Savior for help.

"Oh, great Savior of the Babel Tower, please rescue helpless me," pleaded the character.

Feeling very reluctant, but at this moment, I was powerless.

Her face looked very unpleasant.

As the dark tide was about to swallow everything, only Alan noticed that Bai Yan’s state suddenly became very strange.

He gazed calmly at the approaching dark tide in the distance, but his eyes were filled with a mysterious shimmer, as if he was observing something even more distant.

As for the threat of death…

He remained indifferent.

Alan became anxious.

What is the deal with this guy?

He actually became distracted in the current situation? This couldn’t be possible!

Wait a moment, could it be that he is…

Alan understood why Bai Yan suddenly seemed distant, as he had experienced a similar state once before.

"Have we truly arrived?" Alan murmured to himself.

The Head of Dark Night, who controlled the pitch-black tide, was about to engulf everything, but a hint of fear flickered across his face.

"What is this?"

Within the heavens and earth, there emerged an immensely overbearing presence, brimming with malice, that overwhelmed one with an immense, suffocating pressure.

Even though he was the upper-ranked Apocalypse, the Head of Dark Night felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, and at this moment, the endless black tide came to a sudden halt.

"Apocalypse… A new apocalypse has appeared?"

He was filled with uncertainty and murmured to himself:

"But this force is unlike anything before, an astonishing level that even the supposed Divine Executor has never witnessed…"

—

Bai Yan had actually come close to reaching the threshold of the Apocalypse several times.

He simply lacked the right opportunity.

In this battle, a chance encounter granted Bai Yan his promotion.

It was those dozens of Crown level transcenders who were killed by Dark Light.

For some unknown reason, their souls involuntarily drifted towards Bai Yan, as if birds returning to their nests, eager to be back with him.

And in that very moment, Bai Yan finally achieved the ultimate rank of Apocalypse.

With each transcendent promotion of Bai Yan, fragments of memories would emerge from the depths of his soul, rising and swirling.

And so, he would inch closer to the truth with every passing moment.

This time, it was no exception.

Bai Yan discovered even more things, nearly unraveling the entire truth behind the "Babel Tower" game.

It brought him an unprecedented impact.

Bai Yan’s shadow stood by the Connector.

Here was a fragment of memory, a desolate land, and he couldn’t actually reach the Connector, but he could clearly see the Connector’s past.

The Connector looks almost identical to him, the only difference being the eyes.

In his eyes, it was pitch black, with no glimmer of light.

The Connector sat upon a tall throne, surrounded by a sea of countless extraordinary beings, numbering in the tens of thousands. Each person bore a black chain mark around their neck.

"Oh, mighty ruler and master of all! We are your loyal and obedient servants, forever!"

"Please get in touch with us!"

"Guide us on the right path!"

Uncountable extraordinary beings roar like surging waves, offering reverence and worship, as each person’s gaze towards the Connector is filled with reverence and fear.

But in the Connector’s eyes, they were absent.

Until an elderly person who had the potential of an apocalypse came forward, brimming with excitement and trembling, and knelt down not far from the Connector.

"My all-powerful master."

"I have brought you a full hundred extraordinary individuals."

"Please guide me."

The connector nodded:

"Your loyalty makes me happy, your achievements bring me joy."

"Worth being guided by me."

"I will guide you, so that you can connect with other ‘you’."

After Connector finished speaking, he raised his hand and released black mist enveloping the old man.

This eerie black mist is precisely the black mist that Babel Tower uses to take away its members each time. Bai Yan couldn’t be more familiar with it.

Then, one after another, the possibilities of other worlds began to appear in phantom form, until finally all of them merged into the body of the old man, who was kneeling on the ground.

The old man quickly became promoted.

The mighty momentum swept through thousands of miles, and even though the old man became a proud demigod, he still remained prostrated at the feet of the Connector.

A new Apocalypse emerged, and the kneeling supernaturals once again erupted in wild cheers, praising the greatness of the Connector.

Bai Yan silently watched everything, these events from countless millennia ago. He could only observe, but he had no power to intervene.

Now it seems that my speculation was correct. The pool of "Different Dimensions," regarding the "possibilities," actually stems from the inherent power of the Connector.

Having the ability to easily propel Crown level supernaturals into the Apocalypse, no wonder he is revered and admired so much, being worshipped like a god with a mortal body.

But soon, Bai Yan realized that he had been mistaken.

People admired him not only because of the gifts of the Connector.

Furthermore, it was because they had no other choice!

The Connector lifted his hand again.

Each person’s neck emitted light, and black mist formed as dark chains. The origin of every dark chain within the souls of the extraordinary beings came from the chest of the Connector.

Bai Yan recognized it.

When Maryse first perished, upon her neck in the Soul Dimension, there was also an identical black chain.

Even though the Connector at this moment was not a deity, they still had the power to manipulate the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of extraordinary beings, controlling everything about them, including many Apocalypses.

Without a doubt, the Connector possessed an extraordinary power that surpassed any ordinary Apocalypse, perhaps these abilities were not his entire repertoire.

After all, he was the only extraordinary being in the multiverse who had definitively slain a deity.

Under the control of the black chains, one after another, the extraordinary beings suddenly cried out and vanished as if they were being wiped out.

The Connector spoke again, saying, "Incompetence, disloyalty…all shall be killed."

Benevolence and confinement, are all within the power of the Connector.

Combining with the old man’s earlier words, it was clear that the extraordinary beings still needed to bring more extraordinary beings, so that they could be bound by the Connector.

The thousands upon thousands of extraordinary beings kneeling here, are perhaps only a fraction of the "slaves" of the Connector. The entire slave empire, composed of extraordinary beings, might be an astonishing and colossal entity.

Bai Yan suddenly chuckled at himself.

"So, all along I have been enslaving the members of the Babel Tower, restricting them… In a way, it truly is an incredibly evil power."

But even as he chuckled at himself, he still understood.

The power itself is neither good nor evil, and I would never treat the members of the Babel Tower as slaves, like the Connector did.

Just then, as the Connector sat upon the throne, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the shadow of Bai Yan.

"Why did you come?"

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