Completely different from the dark, damp, foul-smelling prison cells at the bottom of Babylon Tower — locked behind heavy iron bars and housing the experimental subjects — the floors where the various researchers of Babylon Tower lived were practically paradise. The atmosphere here was filled with warmth and comfort, as if every corner exuded the feeling of home.
And at this moment, with the annual Christmas approaching, the entire floor had been decorated magnificently. Colorful Christmas lights twinkled with dazzling brilliance, dotting the ceiling and walls like countless stars. A huge Christmas tree stood in the central hall, adorned with all kinds of exquisite ornaments and sparkling little lights. Beneath the tree were piles of beautifully wrapped gift boxes. The air was filled with the rich aroma of roast turkey and the sweet scent of gingerbread, making one's mouth water.
Even though they had received news of the Second Eruption breaking out, Babylon Tower was more than a thousand kilometers away from the center of the eruption in Moscow. No one thought that an eruption over a thousand kilometers away would affect them.
The researchers here also did not feel that the Honkai eruption happening over a thousand kilometers away — which could even be said to have been facilitated by them — would have any impact.
Thanks to the experimental subjects with excellent Honkai energy adaptability captured in Siberia, the progress of their artificial Stigmata research had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Once this scientific achievement that could benefit all of humanity was born, all of them would be recorded in history. It was not impossible that they would even be elevated into the Valhalla.
These researchers, enveloped in the festive atmosphere and the joy of their upcoming scientific breakthrough, did not realize that a crisis had quietly approached.
In the data room of Babylon Tower, countless experimental records were spread out on the floor. Sirin held a list in her hand, filled with the names of Babylon Tower's experimental personnel — more than two thousand people in total.
Every time Sirin found a person's name in the experimental records, she drew a cross on the list. After checking the documents for more than two hours, she finally confirmed that everyone in this tower deserved to die.
The crosses had completely filled the list of over two thousand names, meaning that every single person here had participated in those inhuman experiments.
If that was the case, then they all deserved to die… Sirin no longer had any scruples.
Sirin released an experimental record and let it fall with gravity. One could faintly see a line of data on it.
"Test subject, No. 45237, died yesterday."
Sirin stood expressionlessly in the elevator. As the elevator continued to rise with a soft humming sound, at her feet lay half a body. Blood gushed from the severed section, dyeing the elevator floor red. The corpse belonged to an unknown researcher. Just moments ago, when Sirin stepped out of the data room door, she had run into him unexpectedly.
In that instant, Sirin did not hesitate at all. With a point of her finger, a spatial slash that tore through space shot forward like lightning, cutting the unfortunate researcher in half. Immediately afterward, Sirin coldly bent down, reached out to press the still-warm face, and successfully passed the biometric verification. The entire process was smooth and natural, as if such killing was commonplace for her.
The elevator continued to rise. The bloody smell filled the narrow space, but Sirin paid it no mind. Her gaze remained fixed on the numbers gradually approaching above. She was thinking about how she should greet those whose lifespans had already entered countdown when she stepped out of the elevator later.
With a "ding," the elevator doors opened. Warm air rushed in, carrying the scents of honey and roast turkey, along with the faint sound of Christmas carols.
Sirin walked out of the elevator doors expressionlessly. The moment she stepped out, she ran straight into two researchers who were hurrying over.
"Merry… Christmas!" One of the researchers subconsciously spoke, but before his words could finish, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis surge in his heart.
In the next moment, two familiar spatial slashes flashing with cold light shot toward them like lightning. The speed was so fast that the two researchers could not react at all.
In the blink of an eye, the spatial slashes mercilessly sliced through their bodies. Accompanied by two dull thuds, blood splattered everywhere, landing on the clean white walls and floor and forming shocking blood flowers. The expressions of terror on the two researchers' faces were forever frozen at that moment, as if time itself had stopped flowing.
"Mm, Merry Christmas. Go meet your Lord." Accompanied by these cold, emotionless words, Sirin expressionlessly stepped slowly over the corpses lying scattered on the ground.
Sirin continued to walk steadily forward with an expressionless face. Her petite body emitted a chilling aura. With every step she took, the researchers who had originally been terrified and fleeing in all directions fell like harvested wheat, instantly losing their vitality. They didn't even have time to let out a scream before becoming cold corpses beneath Sirin's feet. Blood dyed the ground red, as if forming a scarlet path leading to hell.
Every step she took seemed to tread upon death and despair. Crimson blood spread like a tide, soaking Sirin's originally fair, delicate feet that were like white jade. However, astonishingly, the scarlet liquid could not leave even the slightest trace on the soles of her feet, as if what she was stepping on was not flesh and blood, but illusory phantoms.
Sirin walked on like this, completely unconcerned. Her steps were light and graceful, as if she were attending a grand ball rather than walking through this bloody and terrifying battlefield. The corpses and flowing blood behind her seemed to her nothing more than insignificant decorations.
With the help of Bella's Honkai beast instinct for life detection, no matter where they fled, they would be found by Sirin and mercilessly cut in half.
Some researchers who were unwilling to be trapped inside Babylon Tower, driven by their longing for freedom and survival instinct, resolutely chose to escape this terrifying place. They endured countless hardships along the way, running and climbing desperately, all in order to escape this towering giant tower.
After a long and arduous journey, these researchers finally arrived panting at the main entrance downstairs. However, just as they were filled with joy thinking they were about to regain a new life, the scene before their eyes instantly plunged their hearts into an endless abyss — it was a golden wall formed by the world's most solid Imaginary barrier!
This Imaginary barrier emitted a heart-palpitating glow, as if mocking those who tried to escape the shackles of fate. No matter how hard the researchers tried to ram, tear, or even use various high-tech tools to break through it, they could not shake it in the slightest.
As time passed, the researchers' hopes gradually shattered. Despair surged like a tide in their hearts and quickly spread to every cell in their bodies. At this moment, the cold and ruthless Sirin descended quietly like the Grim Reaper controlling life and death. She watched expressionlessly as this group of people fell into despair, then mercilessly ended their lives.
Sirin did not yet know how to perform overly cruel torture, but she knew that people cut in half at the waist would struggle in agony for a long time before dying.
The massacre was nearing its end. Sirin had even begun killing according to the list. Now, only one name remained on this list…
Sirin raised her head and shifted her gaze from the list to the person before her — the last researcher left in Babylon Tower.
She saw that the crotch area of the person opposite had somehow turned a dirty yellow. The color was particularly eye-catching and disgusting. Sirin glared at the sight with full disgust and without hesitation waved her hand to cast an invisible barrier, completely isolating herself from the space where the other party was.
"Die. You are the last one." For the final reward, this time Sirin used the nine-square-grid cutting method. Although the pile of blood and flesh fragments before her looked extremely disgusting, during this period Sirin had already become accustomed to such sights.
After finishing all this, Sirin casually tossed the list in her hand, letting it float down into the sea of blood beneath her. Blood soaked every name on the paper, without exception.