Under the huge obelisk, Luo Lian's fallen warriors were quickly piled up into a ladder, overlapping each other sadly. The bullets relentlessly robbed their lives, and it was pointless to trace back to who did it.

"How's the Tower of Babel, Gefti, can you see it?" asked Patrick, as they reached the top of the staircase leading to the obelisk.

"The charge is complete, but ......," replied Jefti uneasily, "I can't guarantee the time it will take to activate, it may only take ten minutes, or it may take a day ......"

"You don't have to worry about that," said Patrick, "and go!"

"Jefuti, please," Mondstadt walked up to her, "please. ”

Gerphetti seemed to have made up her mind, and turned towards the entrance to the Tower of Babel, the silver figure fading away.

"It's a command, you all have to give me life. Jefuti's voice echoed, leaving the words in the air.

For them, this is an order that cannot be disobeyed, and in short, they can give it a go. There is no need to look back at anything now, the only thing to do is to keep the armies of Ronan and both sides out.

"This is Exia, supporting you in place of the prototype AI," a woman's voice came from the communicator, "The management authority for the defense facilities near the Tower of Babel has been tampered with, please check the system's head-up display for details." ”

"Don't bother," Patrick said, "activate them all and attack any hostile units that come near the Tower of Babel." ”

"Understood. ”

The G41, Mondstadt, and Noyeru were all in their positions to meet the enemy forces climbing the Tower of Babel, and the TASA troops of the Southern Union were the second group to arrive after them, but the intertwined short bursts of fire from the four men and the fire of the machine-gun towers fell in the face, and the enemy fell before they could step on the first step.

The center of gravity of the battlefield finally shifted to the perimeter of the Tower of Babel, and both Ronan faced the dilemma of running out of ammunition and food, and the continuous tragic wear and tear almost destroyed all living beings. The living struggled to their feet, their guns dirty, but still roaring to send the bullets out. The squad dwindled, regrouped the rest of the survivors, regrouped into a decent team, and did everything in their power to win the endless battle.

The rest of the people are probably those elites who have survived the battlefield again and again. The second thing that is eliminated is the people who have come to this day by luck.

The broken AAX-06 loader was temporarily combined with other wreckage parts, and the MS-N had lost its arm, and the heavy gun, which could not aim calmly, mistakenly sent shells into the pile, and then halved by the broken blade. The firing platform in the quagmire turned the destroyed gun mount, and the man standing on it manually fired the artillery, destroying the enemy tank with one blow, but also dying in flames.

The winner of the previous battle becomes the loser of the next round, whether cold machinery or warm creatures, and the fragments flow into the land of the plains, irrigating death and despair. The officers in command shouted cries that would never be answered, and the surviving soldiers, with their unconscious hands, grabbed tools that could be reached, digging graves for their haters. Bullet casings of various sizes are the only delicate embellishments here, and the heavy drums and poignant voices resonate with the elegy of the funeral, and the murders are filled with only a lot of victims, and there is no cold murderer to be found.

There were more and more people aiming at the Tower of Babel, and the corpses and flowing blood spread half of the staircase, and not only the victims of the Southern Union, but also the people of Luo Lian accounted for a large part. Each team challenged the Tower of the End, and the people sitting in front of the obelisk left the challenger with the same ending time and again.

Most of the surrounding defenses had been destroyed, and many tried to climb up from elsewhere, only to be beaten down by Mondstadt and Noyero. Both the forces of the Luo and Southern Alliances had realized that this was the last bit of sanity left in the minds of their remaining armies - that the key to victory in this war was that someone had taken the lead.

Patrick replaced the rifle with the last magazine, and continued to shoot at the frenzied enemies, if it weren't for the prosthetic limbs of both arms, the finger that pulled the trigger would have been stiff. The indifferent gaze swept over the faces that were indifferent to death, as if every time they were shot, they killed the same people as themselves.

A cruel look, a burning mood, and an unwillingness to die. No one is willing to do this, to make a great sacrifice, only to end up with nothing in return. Patrick is the same, he doesn't let decades of exploration go to waste, so he doesn't back down.

The sergeants of Luo Lian and Nanlian stepped on the stairs again, and they silently helped each other, as if they had reached a consensus in an instant, and rushed towards the top.

Patrick accidentally caught a glimpse of G41 fighting together, his handsome face covered in dust, and the abrasions oozing blood were particularly glaring. Silently, she loaded her remaining magazines and ventured into enemy cover fire, firing at the cautious enemy.

"Sir, nearly eighty percent of the defenses around the Tower of Babel have been destroyed, and if this continues, it will be much easier for the enemy to approach. ”

"I see, keep going," Patrick said, "and you can't give up even if there is only one machine gun tower left." ”

"Yes. ”

"The assault party at nine o'clock was annihilated and returned to defend the main entrance. ”

"The enemy at three o'clock has already climbed up, damn it! There are five in all, and the firepower is too strong to counterattack for the time being. ”

"Withdraw first, Noyero, withdraw and then ......"

With a loud bang, the explosion exploded on the tower overhead, and the heart-rending concussion sent Patrick to his stomach, and a smell of blood gushed out of his mouth. Struggling to keep himself conscious, he looked up in a cloud of smoke and saw several scurrying heads rise. He grabbed the rifle beside him, his eyes glowing orange, and locked onto the few enemies who appeared, pressing the last bullets into their heads.

"Noyero, are you alright?" Patrick gasped as G41's muffled voice came over the communicator, "Huh...... How can it be ......?"

"What are you doing?" shouted Mondstadt, "the Rodryan guys are coming up!"

"Master!" Noyelu was shot in the abdomen, and the bleeding couldn't stop at all," G41's voice was a little flustered, "I've held it down, but, but ......"

"Is she still awake?"

"In a comatose state," Aixia replied on her behalf, "if not treated in time, there is a high risk of death." ”

"Yes. Patrick said softly, "Mondstadt, you and G41 move Noyeru in and use your instruments to restore her. ”

"Master?"

"She's going to go back alive, that's what Jeffrey said, right? Of course, it's a strong man's command, but let's try to satisfy her. ”

"Lord...... People?"

"Go in, close the door, it's enough for me to block them alone. ”

Patrick didn't look back at them, and he didn't have to say anything, his tone already told them what his attitude was.

He dropped his rifle, drew the pistol that had been with him for a long time, and sent a .50 caliber bullet with a sonorous force.

The AED system restriction was lifted, the regeneration function was increased to maximum power, and the collapse fluid consumption counter was stopped.

The people of Luo Lian and Nanlian lined up in an insurmountable wave, and the bullets converged into a torrential rain, venting their unwilling anger at him. The communicator on his shoulder was shot down, and the AI's voice stopped abruptly, and the metal embedded in his knee forced him to kneel, and in the blink of an eye, he healed again, and stood upright with a shudder.

Blood stained the white coat red, pain crashed against the spinal cord and brain, and the torn muscles healed and then broke again, but the eyes above the skull mask never changed in the slightest.

With all seven bullets from the pistol released, Patrick picked up Noyero's lost submachine gun and repelled the approaching enemy, while continuing to change the pistol ammunition with the other hand. The enemy also climbed up on the left and right, and he retreated as he shot his bow to the left and right to meet the attacking enemy.

When his heel touched a hard object, he stopped, and looked back behind him, the door as bullet-riddled as his own was shut.

It's wonderful......

The hollow reverberations of the guns told him that there was no more ammunition to fire, and the corpses of the soldiers of Luo Lian and Nanlian roamed over the berevel, and the living climbed over these obstacles with difficulty. As they gathered in front of him, he could see that the survivors were far more scarce than those lying underground.

The body's perception has long been stripped of its senses, and the remaining senses may only be hazy vision. Patrick didn't know what he was like now, but he knew he hadn't done anything, that there was no point in pulling the trigger with his fingers, and that his arms might just hang down naturally.

Sleepiness squeezed his eyes, thinking about what he should do before going to bed, and inadvertently looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but sigh at the beauty in front of him.

Colorful auroras spread into the sky from behind him, blending with the colors that blurred from different directions, enveloping the land, the planet.

It's beautiful.

Patrick murmured silently, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.