Man on the ark, forced to become king

The Babel Tower operators around her kept their distance, and the Doctor wanted to leave as well, but felt it would be a bit embarrassing to do so. In front of what might be her only remaining kin in the world, the evil spirits of Babel began to think about their image.

In combat, it's one thing, but she's genuinely lacking in strength. After all, she relies on her brains, not her muscles, so dodging isn't shameful.

However, it would be beneath one's dignity to be unable to withstand even the slightest aftershock of a flame.

But just standing there and enduring the heat was really unbearable for her.

In just over ten minutes, the doctor felt that his clothes were completely soaked, from his underwear to his coat. If it weren't for the waterproof material of his outer trench coat, it would probably be see-through by now.

"No rush, let it burn for a while longer."

Lin Lu calmly took out a bottle of Golden Tree Dew and drank it to replenish her energy, then waved her hand dismissively.

This is just the beginning. Such a big snake needs to be burned for another ten minutes, until there's not a single trace left before we can be at ease.

"Lin Lu is right. We cannot let our guard down when facing alien demons."

Kal'tsit, with a dark green rhombus-shaped crystal floating beside her, walked over from behind, confirming the statement. As she approached, the rhombus-shaped crystal beside her hid behind her, moving to a place where Lin Lu couldn't see it, seemingly a little scared.

Kal'tsit's lips twitched slightly, trying her best to appear nonchalant.

"You call this thing a heretical demon?"

Lin Lu was taken aback for a moment, but didn't dwell on it too much. Different worlds have different names, and besides, he had never seen the snake with those incredible, known characteristics before.

"Kal'tsit, how much do you know about it?"

“I…know some things. Alien demons shouldn’t be appearing inside the land.”

When this question was raised, Kal'tsit, who usually tries to show off her erudition, was unusually hesitant. She frowned, and her tone conveyed a subtle sense of uncertainty.

“This involves some ancient secrets, and even I don’t know the full picture. If you really want to explore it, then Lateran might have the answers you’re looking for.”

Kal'tsit said this, then thought about it and rejected her suggestion.

"However, if you just want to know it, I will explain it to you later. There are some things that cannot be said here. Language itself has unpredictable power, and you should understand this. To this world, we are all ignorant children, and we must be cautious and restrained."

"Latran? Mostima hasn't mentioned her hometown much. From what I understand, it should be a place with a very strong religious atmosphere. Don't they have a very strict vetting system for outsiders?"

Lin Lu had gotten used to the riddles that the big cat would occasionally spout. He was too lazy to guess them; he figured she would explain them herself later. That's the confidence that comes with having a big fist.

"Latland does have a very strong religious atmosphere, but it may not be what you think."

When Laterano was mentioned, Kal'tsit's expression became somewhat subtle, as if she had some unspeakable secret that she couldn't easily reveal.

"In short... Lateran doesn't forbid outsiders from entering; on the contrary, they welcome outsiders very much, as it's one of their important sources of income... You'll see when you get there."

"Oh, like this."

Hearing her say that, Lin Lu immediately remembered the 'Pope-branded limited edition commemorative bullet' that Fiameta had given him, and his expression became strange as well.

For some reason, he felt that Lateran might be a strange place beyond imagination.

Chapter 168 The Clash of Ideologies

The Tower of Babel, the conference room.

Theresis, Theresa, the Doctor, and Kal'tsit sat around the conference table. The three from Babel sat together, while Theresis sat alone in the furthest seat from them. Lin Lu and Lani sat together. The group looked at each other, the atmosphere eerily silent.

Strictly speaking, Theresis and the people of Babel are still true enemies, almost to the point of being irreconcilable.

There can't be two suns in the sky, nor two rulers in a country. If the shattered Kazdel wants to be unified, one of the brother and sister must fall.

How long has it been since they last sat down and had a face-to-face conversation?

It seems like it's been decades...

This period of time is almost a lifetime for short-lived species, and for ordinary people, this world is not very friendly.

Theresa cautiously glanced at her brother out of the corner of her eye, feeling a little embarrassed, so she simply stared at him with wide eyes, pondering her own thoughts.

With her physical problems resolved, she no longer needed to worry about the burden of the Demon King's power or the corrosive effects of Oripathy. Theoretically, she could live forever if she wished.

So, can the previous plan be scrapped?

Even if she didn't want to use force to get anything, the benefits of having a demon king who didn't have to worry about her life were obvious. To put it another way, as long as she was still there, the Tower of Babel would always be safe and secure, and no one could shake it, not even the royal courts.

As long as the road continues to extend, one day we will see hope. She now has ample time to witness and wait.

Why is she glaring at me?

Therese felt a little awkward and even flustered under Theresa's intense gaze.

Keep in mind that he is currently in enemy territory. Putting aside Theresa, this is also Babel's territory. Who knows what these guys are planning to do?

Actually, he's starting to regret it now. If he had known better, he wouldn't have believed those sorcerers' nonsense and would have just kept things at a standstill for a while longer.

Anyway, he never intended to rebuild Kazdel directly from the beginning. He focused most of his energy on Victoria, so there was no need to rush things here. There was still an impact, but it didn't completely prevent the implementation of the plan.

Now look what's happened. Those idiots have brought about their own annihilation, while he's walked right into their trap, caught red-handed by the powerful returning Theresa, and incredibly humiliatingly outmaneuvered. The situation almost spiraled completely out of control.

If Theresa and that woman hadn't been so strong, it's hard to say how things would have ended today.

Thinking of this, Theresis couldn't help but look up at the two people sitting together, then immediately looked away.

He didn't know where Theresa had found two such powerful outsiders, but these two people had indeed left a very deep impression on him.

Leaving aside the man, he didn't witness it firsthand; he only learned about it from snippets of conversation among the Babel Tower agents.

Therese felt he would probably never forget the woman named 'Lani'.

No one could remain calm when faced with that kind of power.

The sky was instantly covered by night, and the moon, occupying half of the sky, stretched across the horizon. Anyone who dared to look up would never forget the fear of facing the stars and moon directly, a fear that even natural disasters could not compare to.

That's no longer a human power. Could the legendary gods who could resist natural disasters do it?

Therese had never actually come into contact with a real god, but he felt that gods were probably nothing more than that.

The power to change the world is truly awe-inspiring.

The Tower of Babel now not only has a demon king at the height of his power, but it can also summon powerful beings comparable to gods. Its strength can be said to have completely surpassed that of the royal army.

To be honest, Theresis is already considering what to do next.

Continuing the standoff and holding out is definitely not an option. Even if Theresa doesn't take any extreme actions, the others in Babel might, especially that doctor.

From beginning to end, his goal was never to become the king of Sarkaz or to rule Kazdel. Ruling Kazdel was just a means to an end. What he truly wanted was to rebuild this shattered nation so that Sarkaz could live in this world with dignity.

It doesn't matter who becomes king.

Compared to him, Theresa, who has complete control over the Demon King's power, is undoubtedly a better choice. Even if it means making some minor compromises in terms of ideology, it's not a bad thing, just like before, when the two siblings worked well together.

The importance of a powerful figure capable of changing the course of a war to a faction is unparalleled by that of a conventional army.

If everyone else has it and you don't, then you'll only get beaten up.

They may not need it, but they absolutely cannot be without it.

With Theresa in charge, the other nations on the continent will be wary and dare not go too far.

"Don't you have anything to say, Regent?"

The silence in the meeting room continued until Kal'tsit couldn't hold back any longer and was the first to speak.

The main problem is that this silent staring contest is pointless and a waste of time.

"What do you want to hear from me, Lord Kal'tsit?"

Therese didn't have a good attitude towards Kal'tsit, even though he was now practically a prisoner. The lady had played a crucial role in Therese's current situation, so it was impossible for him not to have any objections.

"I don't want to engage in pointless arguments."

Kal'tsit knew that the regent had a lot of grievances against her, and this wasn't a new thing. Their relationship had been bad long before the Sarkaz court was divided. She didn't care, and she had no good feelings towards this ambitious schemer, the culprit who caused the division of Kazdel.

"Your Highness, don't you think we should explain today's chaos?"

"An explanation? How do you want me to explain it? Or do you think I instructed you to do all of this?"

Theresis glanced at Kal'tsit, remaining calm and composed, showing no sign of panic despite her predicament. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table as she looked calmly at the Doctor: "You certainly don't want to ask me such a foolish question as why I led troops to besiege Babel. As for that sudden chaos, I don't think there's any explanation. It wasn't just my soldiers who were in trouble; Babel had the same problem. Or was it all your doing, Doctor?"

"of course not."

The doctor rested her chin on her hands, her entire head completely covered by a mask and helmet, making it impossible to see her expression or who she was looking at. Only her slightly hoarse voice, which seemed to have been specially processed, could be heard through the tightly sealed clothing.

"At the time, I was trapped in the room by that thing and did not give any orders. The agents were under the influence of the unknown substance and were stimulated by Wang Tingjun's sudden attack, which led them to take the initiative to attack. If we were to judge responsibility, I think Wang Tingjun should bear more responsibility. However, I think arguing about this is meaningless, since we are enemies."

“That makes a lot of sense, which is why I prefer to talk to you, Doctor.”

Theresis didn't think much of most of the people in the Tower of Babel.

Some elite operators are indeed very strong, such as Logos, who have the ability to influence a local war, but so what?

Ultimately, they are merely good executors, not decision-makers. Their strength is neither high nor low, and they cannot play a significant role. Faced with an overwhelming trend, they are powerless to change it.

Of those who could be considered decision-makers, Theresa was indecisive and always held unrealistic ideals.

Kal'tsit has some experience, but lacks the means; she has cleverness but no grand strategy, and is not worth worrying about at all.

But the Doctor is different from them. This tactical commander, known as the 'Evil Spirit,' possesses astonishing wisdom and strategic planning skills. She is a master strategist who always achieves her goals with minimal cost. At least 70% of the credit for Babel's ability to hold out until now can be attributed to her.

True talent is praised wherever they go, and even though the two are opponents on the chessboard, Theresis will not hesitate to express his admiration.

Right now, Theresa is staring blankly, seemingly lost in thought, while Kal'tsit, that stupid cat, is making a fuss over trivial matters again. Only the Doctor has brought up the real issue.

Does it matter who is responsible and who should be held accountable?