Night of Despair - Chapter 436 - 434 Anning 2

Babel Tower, a mysterious organization, suddenly appeared in front of the world. In the name of saving the world, they studied mutation technology and dealt with all kinds of terrifying natural disasters. They forcefully controlled Knight, Psychics, Witch and other big shots to join their organization and become operators.

“Everything is under the Savior’s control.”

“I’m the queen of the Vampire, I won’t kneel before you! Damn it! I can’t control my body!”

“Please, let me rest. I don’t want to go on another mission.”

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Everyone believed that the mysterious leader behind the Babel Tower, the savior, was definitely the force of God.

After hearing this, I panicked.

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We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]

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