Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 95 First Encounter with the Messiah

Chapter 94 First Encounter with the Messiah

Tower of Babel, camp lookout.

Lorraine braced his arms on the rusty railing, his gaze passing over the city wall and landing on the vast white snowfield in the distance.

The wind wasn't too strong, but a few snowflakes stung my face.

He didn't flinch; instead, he felt the chill made his mind exceptionally clear.

The battlefield remains unrecovered. Scattered on the distant snow are fragments of charred bones and twisted metal, half-covered by the newly fallen snow, as if the earth is trying to bury the traces of this carnage.

He's been standing here for almost half an hour.

I can't quite put my finger on what I'm thinking. My mind is a jumbled mess. One moment I'm replaying the scene of not being able to sleep because of the cold the night I arrived at the White Wolf outpost, the next I'm remembering the moment Anna jumped into the demonic fire, and then I see Catherine leaving behind the keepsake.

Less than two months.

He counted on his fingers and realized that it had only been about fifty days since his family threw him into this wretched place.

Fifty days ago, he nearly starved to death while rummaging through the reserves that the previous stationmaster had hidden.

Fifty days later, he stood atop a mobile city from the Golden Age, having just personally killed two fourth-tier beings.

If this were written as an online novel before the time travel, such a legendary experience might have been enough to earn some subscription money.

"Young Master."

Anna heard the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow behind her, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

Pure binary.

But the Witch's Codex was translated almost simultaneously.

It not only translated the semantics, but also restored the emotional nuances, and directly converted them into speech, which was then clearly played back through a speaker next to the campsite.

It was a woman's voice, cold and low, with a trembling sound that was suppressed to the extreme.

"—I saw it."

The sound seemed particularly thin in the cold wind.

"I saw everything from up there."

Lorraine did not interrupt her.

The projection of Messiah lowered its head slightly, its long hair falling down and obscuring half of its face.

Her lips moved, and binary code flowed continuously from them, the secret code faithfully converting each word into speech—

"You took on two fourth-tier monsters head-on. Even I couldn't fight these powerful monsters, and you killed them like crushing insects."

She paused for a moment, and the projected light flickered slightly a few times, as if she was trying to calm herself down.

"I've thought of many ways to save my sister."

Lorraine's fingers twitched slightly.

Messiah continued speaking, but much slower than before, each word sounding as if it were being forced out of his throat.

"I once thought that with my mech army and with violence alone, I could take my sister back from you."

"But----"

She raised her head, her eyes, outlined by the holographic projection, staring directly at Lorraine, the sorrow within them so intense it was almost palpable.

"You killed two Tier 4s."

She repeated the sentence a second time, her tone now carrying an almost desperate undertone.

"I can't do it. Even if the erosion index drops to zero and all my power is restored, I still can't do it."

No one spoke in the camp.

Victor slowly lowered his knife, not because the threat was over, but because he could sense that the projected woman—seemed to have no will to fight.

The flames in Anna's palms had diminished somewhat, but she still stood in front of Lorraine, watching Messiah's every move with vigilance.

The Messiah remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she did something no one expected—

Her holographic projection slowly bent her knees and knelt down in front of Lorraine.

Victor gasped.

The soul of a mobile city, an ancient being from the Golden Age, knelt before a human.

Please.

The voice translated from the cryptic text trembled, carrying a fragility that seemed on the verge of shattering.

"Let Ohm go."