To be honest, William did not really believe that the "trump card" his father had left behind could truly turn the tide.
This was the largest war the world had ever seen, with the greatest number of high-level powers involved.
Compared to this war, every previous conflict paled into insignificance.
Just as his cousin had said, a divine artifact or the armaments of an entire legion might once have possessed the power to reverse the overall situation, but compared to the millions of Russian Army troops on the Eastern Front, more than a dozen divine artifacts, and thousands of spellcasters, what did they amount to?
Returning to the command post, William carefully took a wooden box from his luggage. After a series of tedious unlocking procedures, he finally opened it.
There was none of the anticipated brilliant radiance or myriad supernatural phenomena.
Inside the box lay a single thin sheet of paper.
Lord of Babel Tower...
Once he recognized the words on it, William was profoundly shaken. Legends of Babel Tower had existed for a long time. A few years ago, it was said that the small overseas state of Texas had nearly wiped out Britain's overseas expeditionary force with Babel Tower's help.
How had his father entered into a contract with Babel Tower?
Just as he hesitated over how to use the contract, the paper suddenly ignited without wind. Moments later, it turned into ash and vanished without a trace.
Nothing happened.
The room in the command post remained empty. Not even a speck of ash had been left behind.
William stared at the scene in bewilderment. "That's it?"
"Little William?"
A familiar voice, as though it had traveled across a light-year, suddenly sounded behind him.
Little?
William was nearly sixty. If he had not practiced the family's Knight's