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Upon seeing this, the two nodded at lightning speed: "Yes, yes, the boss is right." "Boss Wayne is a man of his word, it's all true!"

Wayne withdrew his gaze with satisfaction: "Hmm~ You see."

The violent man pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen, and signed his name on the contract.

Anyway, there was nowhere else to go. Wayne and the others had saved him, and they didn't seem like bad people. Even if they were some dangerous organization, he was willing to risk his life! It was better than being a freelance mercenary, barely making ends meet, and being dragged down by the Sarkaz mercenaries until he died.

Signed. From today onwards, I, the atrocities victim, am a secure, permanent employee of Babel Tower.

"So, what about your connections?"

"Ahem, let me introduce myself. Theresa, you go first."

Theresa nodded and said, “Hello, Miss Brutality, nice to meet you. I am the founder of Babel, the chairman of the Kazdel Military Council, the king of Sarkaz, the ruler of all Kazdel, Princess Victoria, the Queen’s mentor and close friend, and Mr. Bruce’s wife—you can call me Theresa.”

The atrocities have stalled.

But Wayne clearly wasn't going to give Miss Tyranny's brain a chance to recover from its malfunction, and immediately continued:

"Then, let me introduce myself. I am the creator of the Tower of Babel, a shareholder of Rhine Lab, the destroyer of Columbia, the close friend of the Emperor of Ursus, the Prince of Victoria, the Empress's brother and mentor, the nemesis of all reactionaries, both domestic and foreign, and Theresa's husband—you can call me Wayne Bruce."

"We're comrades now! Brutality agents!"

Miss Violence said nothing.

Miss Violence even stopped breathing.

Miss Tyranny got her wish and crashed.

Chapter 127 Do you have any pigs?

"Let Miss Violence and the others get some rest. Some things are still too early for Carter."

After settling Atrocity and Amiya down to sleep, Warfarin left the room, gently closed the door, and explained to the three people outside,

"They've really had a tough time. They shouldn't have encountered these things. Demons and gods are things you can't even find in history textbooks anymore. Yet they've run into them all at once."

“However, in some ways, they are also the luckiest people, aren’t they? They were first captured by demons, then interrogated by gods, just escaping one wolf’s den only to fall into another. Even under such circumstances, they still managed to survive. It’s hard not to have a reason not to let them be safe,” Wayne said.

Kroos nodded in agreement: "That's right. If this were a game, their luck attribute would be maxed out! They're like buffs that increase the entire team's luck when they're added to the party!"

"Stop playing games! What kind of Blood Demon are you?" Warfarin tapped Kroos on the head in annoyance. Kroos pouted and glared at her with her big, watery eyes, giving her an expression that said, "Next time you come to buy something from me, the price will definitely go up."

It's strange, considering Warfarin's high status within the Tower of Babel. After all, besides the three giants—Kal'tsit, Vayne, and Theresa—Warfarin should be one of the elders of the Tower of Babel. Her age should be second only to Patriot, far exceeding that of new Sarkaz talents like Ascalon, Kroos, and Logos. Given the Sarkaz's ancient reverence for bloodlines, a blood demon with snow-white skin and extremely pure blood should have become a highly respected figure like Patriot.

But for some reason, almost naturally, Warfarin gradually became the target of everyone's teasing in the Tower of Babel. Well... "tease" might be a bit inappropriate; it's more accurate to say that Warfarin was the most approachable person in the Tower of Babel. She could get along with anyone, and she could chat with almost anyone. Even the silent Ascalon couldn't refuse Warfarin's advances, and the composed Patriot was occasionally amused by her jokes. Although some people joked that Warfarin spent more time as a hand on Big Ben than actually in the Tower of Babel, no one could deny her unique presence within the tower.

In a context where social status and position are so important in making friends, the only person Warfarin would genuinely be willing to mentor as a senior is probably Kroos, a fellow Blood Demon. However, Kroos probably hasn't grasped Warfarin's special attitude towards her and often uses various methods to send Warfarin to Big Ben to reduce the time she spends making noise around her.

Seeing that Warfarin and Closure were about to start arguing again, Theresa stepped in to smooth things over and steer the conversation back on track:

"Alright, alright. Warfarin, Closure, and Mr. Bruce. Now, how are we supposed to excavate the ruins?"

"Oh right, the ruins!" Kroos suddenly realized, and the Babel Tower had come all the way to Rembiton not to fight demons or kill gods, but to excavate an ancient ruin.

And now, before the ruins have even been excavated, a whole host of problems have already arisen. The entire Rembitox network has also fallen into a bizarre shutdown, with all electronic devices and communication circuits completely cut off. It's unclear whether the mining machines can still function without the network.

“The assembly line is probably not going to work. But excavators usually have the ability to start independently, right?” Wayne said. “Originium energy can still be used, otherwise Sigraine would have stopped by now.”

"Then who should we send, when, and how should we excavate the ruins?" Theresa asked. "We can't communicate with the outside world. Rembiton is in turmoil, and the mines have stopped operating. It's uncertain whether there are still workers in the Rabbit Mine. Even if there are, how can we guarantee that the ruins won't be stolen after we excavate them?"

Before, Rembiton maintained order, and Wayne and his group's excavation work wasn't so conspicuous. But now, everyone is in turmoil, with money grabbing for money and power seizing for power. Babel Tower's recruitment of workers to mine in the Rabbit Mine is like lighting a lantern in a latrine—suicidal. Even with the protection of the Snow Demon Mercenary Group, and despite Babel Tower's considerable strength, Wayne and his group can't completely control the situation, especially if the ruins contain valuable treasures. Wayne can't very well kill everyone who comes.

“I should be able to control the situation around me with my divine mandate and imperial power, keeping the mob at bay,” Wayne suggested. But Theresa decisively shook her head:

“That won’t do. Mr. Bruce, have you forgotten the consequences of forcibly using the Mandate of Heaven’s power despite your physical condition last time?”

Wayne opened his mouth, but no words came out. The burning, tearing sensation and exhaustion he felt in Central Park were still fresh in his mind.

"Then...should we temporarily abandon the excavation? Prioritize evacuation? The ruins are right there; they won't magically disappear later. We can just start over once Rembitox restores order," Warfarin suggested softly.

Wayne and Theresa exchanged a glance but said nothing.

If there is no other way, prioritizing everyone's safety, this is indeed the only option.

Moreover, this trip wasn't entirely fruitless for Wayne, since he found Amiya and unexpectedly stumbled upon Violence. It's just that Theresa might have some regrets.

"Forget it, let's think about this tomorrow." Kroos waved her hand, breaking the somewhat dull atmosphere. "Everyone is tired today, and Lord Paradox and His Highness the Speaker are both injured. Get some rest and recover your strength. We can talk about other things tomorrow."

The group paused for a moment, then nodded. Wayne spoke up, "Then who's going to pick up Kal'tsit?"

Before Wayne could finish speaking, the sound of a door opening came from the entrance hall, and Kal'tsit's voice came from the doorway:

"I am back."

The footsteps drew closer, but it wasn't just one or two people; it was a densely packed group of people.

Kal'tsit entered the living room, followed by Winster, the unicorn in a white robe, looking travel-worn, and a complete squad of unicorn scouts. Wayne stared in surprise at Winster, who shouldn't be there, and said in astonishment:

"Winster? What are you doing here? Is Vina in trouble?"

Winster looked Wayne up and down, then let out a long sigh of relief:

“Your Highness Wayne, it’s so good that you’re alright! With you safe, Victoria’s troubles have been greatly reduced.”

Wayne frowned: "What about the remaining two or three tenths?"

“Uh… I’ll have to ask you about that,” Winster said. “An ancient god has suddenly awakened in the northern border of Victoria. Strangely, as soon as He awoke, He angrily called out your name. Do you have any clues?”

Chapter 128 Our Nation, Fearless of the Gods

The day after the Rembiton incident, Victoria.

Given the chaos within Rembitox, Wayne's return route was planned to first transfer to the border of Letania, then take a flying vehicle back to Victoria from the Letania border, and after resting, head to the North.

That's right, only Wayne returned home this time. After the unicorn's sudden arrival, the problems that had been troubling Wayne and Theresa—"no workers know how to operate the excavators" and "security issues around the mine"—were resolved. Yes, you heard right. In addition to the latter security issues, the unicorn also solved the problem of operating the excavators and mining equipment.

Wayne hadn't expected that these intelligence masters and assassins, who usually stayed within the Clock Tower and remained aloof from worldly affairs, would actually do such down-to-earth work. However, according to Winster's own account, every Unicorn underwent skills training in various fields before officially joining the Clock Tower. From strategizing and winning battles to simple tasks like laying bricks and mortar, there was nothing they couldn't do; it's just that they generally had very few opportunities to do these things.

A great assassin needs to be good at everything, which is similar to the concept of an all-around maid.

With helpers in hand, Wayne chose to return to Victoria with Violence and Amiya. These two new members of the Tower of Babel, having endured countless hardships, deserved a peaceful vacation in Victoria. Theresa and the others, along with the unicorn, remained in Rembiton, continuing their excavation of the ruins while attempting to stabilize the city's order. Rembiton was currently isolated from the world, and the power dynamics of various nations had been almost entirely reshuffled. Whoever could rebuild a new order first would hold absolute dominance even if the powers of the other nations eventually returned to Rembiton. Victoria, having gained the upper hand, was naturally unwilling to relinquish it.

Not to mention, Winster's unicorns and the remnants of the bicorns now controlled by Patriot and others have a grudge that spans thousands of years to settle.

As for the secrecy surrounding the Tower of Babel, that's something that should be preserved if possible. But the current situation clearly doesn't allow Wayne and the others to forcibly abandon such a golden opportunity for the sake of so-called secrecy. Besides, it's just digging up some ruins, isn't it? Even if Wayne knew that Rhodes Island was buried beneath the ruins, he didn't think Victoria would be particularly interested.

After all, the Rhodes Island that was just unearthed was merely the skeleton of a land-based ship. Its internal structure, control room, operator quarters, trading post, manufacturing station, and other facilities were all later renovated and completed using Terra technology. As long as the Unicorn didn't access the deepest level of information that might involve [PRTS], the biggest secret remains perfectly preserved.

This secret, even Theresa doesn't know it yet; it exists only in Wayne's mind. Everything except what can't be said can be said, and the unspeakable part is protected by Wayne's mind. No one can invade Wayne's memories, so what is there to worry about?

After escaping the silent Rembitop region, Wayne was finally able to connect to Victoria's communications. Based on the information provided by Winster, he immediately dialed Vina's number. Hearing that familiar voice coming from the phone, Wayne felt much more at ease.

"Vina?"

"Brother?" came a startled exclamation from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Judging from the dull thud, it must have been a thick stack of documents or a book.

"Are you alright? I couldn't get through to you on the phone. What happened to Rembiton? Is Theresa okay? Are you hurt?"

A warm smile crept onto Wayne's lips as he listened to Vina's eloquent voice on the other end of the line. He replied, "There are quite a few questions, but to sum it up, one word suffices—I'm fine."

Vina's voice abruptly ended, followed by a sigh of relief: "Phew—that's good. I'm glad you're alright."

"Are you that concerned about me? What could possibly happen to your brother?"

"What, am I not allowed to care? You're my brother, my only family."

"It's a pity it's a watch."

"So what if it's a watch? Blood is thicker than water!"

Vina emphasized. Wayne smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, sister! Let's talk about family matters later. I saw Winster. What did he mean by the awakening of the gods?"

“I also want to ask you what happened.” On the other side, Vina, sitting in the Queen’s office, picked up the Imperial Mobilization Order Approval Application Form that had fallen to the ground. While reviewing each clause, she asked suspiciously, “That behemoth is taller than the snow-capped mountains of Kjerag. As soon as it woke up, it started calling your name and saying things like it wouldn’t be enough to kill you a thousand times, that you deserve to die. How did you offend it?”

Halfway through her sentence, Vina suddenly paused and asked a seemingly unrelated question:

"Does that giant beast have a gender?"

Wayne paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "It should be a man."

“It’s a man. If it’s a man, then it’s fine.” Vina nodded, signed her name in the signature box, handed it to the scout waiting in the office, and said, “Send it to Marshal Ernest and post it on the intercity network.” After saying that, she continued to Wayne, “Where were we? Oh, right, have you met that god?”

“In some ways, we should have met before,” Wayne said.

Vina raised an eyebrow: "What did you do to offend Him? He's so angry."

“I killed Him once,” Wayne said somewhat embarrassedly, “but I didn’t expect Him to survive.”

When Wayne killed Zul'Miss, he had no idea it was just a fragment. He was still wondering, was this all the so-called god amounted to? At least the demons had the trick of forcibly dragging him into the Empire of Consciousness for a death match. Even someone as weak as Elfaxen I couldn't be killed by Wayne directly destroying his body; he had to use a mental implosion to destroy him. How come a god like him was just killed by beheading?

Well, it turns out it wasn't that simple after all. Cutting off its head only finished its first form; it could still transform into its second form. A massive mountain comparable to Mount Kjerag? If Wayne remembered correctly, when SilverAsh described Mount Kjerag to him, it was a veritable Himalayas.

Is it that big? That's really impressive. I wonder how many cannons it can withstand.

That's right, Wayne didn't feel any fear just because the enemy had grown larger. If Zu had regenerated directly on the spot in Rembiton, Wayne might have actually been a little afraid of him, and might have even given way. Because in Rembiton, he clearly didn't have any effective means to deal with a behemoth of this size. In a place where even police batons and other police equipment were issued in fixed quantities, Wayne simply couldn't muster a cannon to blast him.

But if you were born in Victoria, the situation would be completely different.

The days when a god, in the form of a colossal beast, could stand at the nation's gates and command the utmost worship from emperor to commoner are long gone. To deal with this fool who, having only died once, immediately enters the second stage wanting to die again, Wayne only had one thing to say.

"My lord, times have changed!"

Hearing Wayne's seemingly joking reply, "I killed him once," Vina shook her head in surprise and helplessness.

"That really sounds like something you would do. That's incredible."

"Vina, are you afraid of God?"

"Don't be afraid."

"why?"

Vina replied matter-of-factly, “Everything I have gained and everything I have fought for has nothing to do with God. He cannot and will not take anything from me, so why should I be afraid of Him?”

Wayne nodded affirmatively: "You're right, me too, and our country too."

"Our nation fears no god!"

"So wait for me to come back. If I can kill Him once, I can kill Him a second time, a third time, a thousand times."

And this time, you don't even have a human shape, yet you're so big, you might really be able to be torn to pieces.