I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 462:

After Alan arrived at the Apocalypse, his very soul underwent a series of changes, gradually transcending its earthly nature.

And she was different from the "Queen of the Scarlet Moon" and the "Psychic Dancer".

The Scarlet Moon embraced all possibilities, not favoring any one over the others, while Maryse, on the other hand, primarily identified with being the Fairy Tale Witch, yet remained open to other possibilities.

The path Alan chose was that of the Sanction Knight. As for the various other possibilities of evil, and the possibility of a Water World, deep within his heart, he greatly disdained them.

Then, those possibilities became "nourishment," becoming the empowering fuel for the Sanction Knight.

They could no longer be loaded or used, forever disappearing.

But this also caused his ability as a Sanction Knight to become stronger.

This white knight armor, with a resemblance to the majestic Omega Beast, had a remarkably splendid appearance.

And it was not just a flashy facade; it bestowed powerful enhancements to both physical prowess and magical abilities.

At the same time, this set of white knight armor possessed a considerable range of different types of defensive capabilities.

Basically, any attack, curse, or poison technique below the level of Apocalypse would have no effect on Aaron when he activated his armor.

And then came the so-called knight magic.

That was a power system different from traditional magic, one that was easier to use, skipping most of the casting procedures, focusing on self-enhancement, destruction, and defense.

No knight magic took longer than two seconds to prepare, and most of its effects were uncomplicated and straightforward.

For example, "speed boost," "super strength," "destruction," "protection," and "first aid."

It may sound unimpressive, but it is often quite practical. When Aaron grants himself "speed boost," his movement speed easily matches that of Mu Ling today.

Alan also needed some time to adapt to his brand new self.

A mighty, brand new... versatile self.

"Am I strong enough now?"

For some reason, this thought unexpectedly crossed his mind.

If my past self had such strength, perhaps the outcomes of many things would have been different.

Aaron took a deep breath and slowly clenched his fist, feeling more confident about facing the future.

—

The Ring City.

With a fierce momentum sweeping through the entire city, Old Mike felt his body freeze, as if it had been sliced by a knife. His eyes were filled with shock.

Apocalypse!

A new Apocalypse was born!

On the streets and in the alleys, people, no matter what they were doing before, were now unavoidably filled with panic and confusion.

What happened?

"What just happened?"

In the interlayer base, Amy swallowed her saliva as she watched the Slime in front of her bursting with fierce momentum.

She asked incredulously, "You... have arrived at the Apocalypse?"

"Gurgle."

The Slime fell into deep thought, then its "face" started to wriggle, finally displaying an expression.

ヾ(✿゚▽゚)ノ

So they really arrived at the Apocalypse, Amy remained silent. Of course, she understood better than anyone else just how powerful the Babel Tower was. But even the mascot could easily reach the legendary levels of the Apocalypse...

She still felt somewhat difficult to accept.

"If that’s the case, in the eyes of the Savior, even an Apocalypse-like strong person is not considered rare..."

Through the ages, Crown-level extraordinary individuals have been as rare as a golden carp swimming across the river, unable to leave a trace in history for the most part. As time passed, the people who proclaimed themselves as the strong ones disappeared without a trace, generation after generation.

But in any era, the Apocalypse was always a completely different level.

Their presence, in itself, was the perfect embodiment of strength, destined to be famous throughout history!

"Noah will remember that in history, there was a slime that arrived during the Apocalypse and became a demigod, poof."

"..."

Kaluoer clapped her hands, set down the bedding, and squinted her eyes as she gazed at her older sister.

After a while passed.

Evie, who was being dragged by her little sister Kaluoer by the back of her collar, struggled and flailed her hands and feet while shouting, "Kaluoer, noooo! You can’t treat me like this, sob, don’t you feel your sister’s pain?"

The gatekeeper and the servants of the manor looked at this scene, exchange glances with each other, and could only pretend that they hadn’t seen anything.

Kaluoer remained expressionless, not uttering a word. Gently tapping her knee, she sent her troublesome sister out the door and onto the ground.

But soon she realized something was not right.

The sister who had fallen on her bottom suddenly stood up, standing still in the same spot, motionless.

There was no more shouting and yelling, nor any signs of leaving. It seemed rather unusual.

As if she had lost her senses.

Could it be that she had been cursed? Kaluoer, being an experienced assassin, grew nervous and alert. She immediately went to check on her sister’s condition.

"Sister?"

She approached only to discover that Evie’s face was also filled with confusion, as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes.

She said hesitantly, "Kaluoer, I don’t know what’s happening. All of a sudden, I couldn’t move my body at all, and there were voices in my head."

Hmm?

Kaluoer couldn’t help but feel like she had heard this situation before.

"That voice even claimed to be the Savior, Babel Tower... It seemed to be that mysterious organization!"

Evie’s face was filled with astonishment, and she suddenly shouted, "Kaluoer, don’t worry about me, quickly run to the first district and find my foster father! The Incarnation of Dark Light! He will surely have a way to protect you!"

The reason she made Kaluoer escape wasn’t because she was afraid of Babel Tower.

But because, in Evie’s impression, Babel Tower always appeared with danger.

Actually, this kind of thinking makes sense in a certain way.

However, Kaluoer had no intention of running away.

Instead, she looked at Evie with a subtle glance.

"Oh, I see! Sister, are you joining us too?"

Kaluoer pondered, perhaps it was the Lord who had some influence.

After all, only he and the profligate were the ones able to converse with the Savior.

Evie wasn’t silly at all. Combined with Kaluoer’s words, she suddenly understood many things. No wonder, during the previous incident, the people of Babel Tower were able to save themselves.

It turns out that Kaluoer was also a member of Babel Tower!

In that case, joining Babel Tower would certainly be the best thing ever!

Hooray!

Now, I can spend more time with my little sister!

"Um, today’s work is done."

Just as Evie was pondering, Kaluoer disappeared without a trace.

When she reappeared, she had already changed her maid outfit into casual black clothes and was wearing a pair of non-prescription golden-rimmed glasses.

Evie’s body moved on its own, with Kaluoer calmly following by her side. And so, the two of them paraded through the streets.

She saw a familiar Babel Tower brand on her sister’s left shoulder.

There it is, Kaluoer thought to herself, and suddenly she pulled out a pen and approached.

"Kaluoer, what are you doing?"

Unable to control herself, Evie struggled to understand her sister’s actions, but soon she realized what her dear sister wanted to do.

Kaluoer, with an expressionless face, carefully drew two little turtles on her face.

"Um, it’s pretty."

Encountering such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it would be a waste not to play a prank.