The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Chapter 197 The Empress's patience is limited.

Mo Fang's words were like a pebble thrown into a deep pool.

It didn't stir up a single ripple, but it made the undercurrents beneath the surface even more turbulent.

Mona remained in that languid pose, resting her chin on her hand, but the finger bone she had put down stopped rolling.

She scrutinized Mo Fang with great interest, seemingly trying to find the source of that astonishing courage in the face of this frail human.

The last trace of a smile vanished from Rod's handsome face.

He stared at Mo Fang with the scrutiny one one would show to an inanimate object, his gaze carrying an undisguised murderous intent.

An ant dares to try to sit on equal footing with them and talk about "cooperation".

This is an insult to the Queen!

He knows that the Queen's "eyes" are nearby, but he "doesn't know" them.

In that case, it would undoubtedly be the best opportunity to show loyalty.

"Cooperation?" Rod scoffed.

"Are you worthy?"

The invisible pressure surged again; this time, it was no longer a test, but pure oppression.

The air became thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

If you can't breathe, then don't breathe!

Mo Fang didn't even change his posture; he even smiled at the other person.

......

At the same time.

Safe zone, inside the pharmaceutical factory laboratory.

Lin Mo was leaning back in his recliner, with a huge light screen floating in front of him.

The screen displayed a live feed of the conference room.

This is the right of the owner.

All his servants were his eyes.

Looking at the figure in the scene who remained calm and composed in the face of two lord-level beings, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Mo Fang truly lives up to his reputation as an elite nurtured by a prominent family.

Even though I hadn't said anything, he had accurately guessed my intention in sending him from the slightest clues.

They even know how to take the initiative and control the pace of negotiations.

It seems I made the right choice back then; this guy really is a talent.

Seeing that Rhodes was truly enraged and might tear the poor conference table to shreds at any moment, along with his servants, he realized that Rhodes was about to be destroyed.

Lin Mo felt it was time to reveal his true cards to his "messenger".

He had a sudden thought.

Inside the conference room, Mo Fang, who was under immense pressure, suddenly heard a familiar voice in his mind.

[These are all Empress Weaver's people. The reason I summoned you here is to negotiate, with the aim of joining forces to kill Bone King in fourteen days.]

boom!

In an instant, a tidal wave of emotions surged through Mo Fang's mind.

The sheer volume of information caused even his usually calm mind to momentarily go blank.

The Weaver of Fate!

Ainz Ooal Gown!

These were all fields he had never been exposed to before.

Even powerful A-level lords are merely subordinates of the Weaver of Fates.

How terrifying must the Empress of Fate herself be?

And then there's the Bone King, who is considered a target by the Queen of Fate, so he must be a terrifying being of the same level.

Why should their master get involved in this battle of gods?

Perhaps the safe zone is not as safe as he imagined, and it also faces unimaginable and enormous threats.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in a flash, and Mo Fang instantly understood everything.

He understood the true purpose of his master sending him.

I also understood what I should say and do next.

Sometimes, you shouldn't hold back your cards; you should reveal them from the start.

Especially in situations where the two sides are not evenly matched, it is essential to make sure that the first word you speak will attract the other side's attention.

Mo Fang spoke calmly: "If we can put the Bone King into a state of chaos for a period of time at a crucial moment, rendering him unable to resist or act."

"What can you do during this time?"

Mo Fang calmly revealed his trump card.

The entire conference room fell silent instantly.

Rod unconsciously lowered his arms, which were folded around his neck.

A genuine emotional fluctuation finally flickered in Mona's beautiful eyes.

It was an unbelievable mix of extreme shock and absurdity.

How could a monarch-level being be thrown into chaos and rendered unable to resist?

What kind of fantastical story is this?

Even another monarch would never dare to say that he could do such a thing.

"With just you guys?"

Mona's voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself was unaware of.

Mo Fang met her gaze without flinching.

He nodded emphatically.

"With us."

He spoke those four words with absolute certainty, brimming with unquestionable confidence.

Mo Fang: "I'll say it again: what can you do during this time?"

Mona stared intently at him, as if trying to find the slightest trace of a lie on his face.

But she failed.

That face showed only calmness and a composure born of absolute confidence.

a long time.

At the other end of the conference table, Mona, who had been silent all along, had a single strand of her beautiful long black hair move slightly.

A tiny, almost invisible silver spider, no bigger than a grain of rice, was rapidly vibrating its delicate legs near her ear.

The Empress's will also descended.

next second.

Mona sat up straight.

That alluring, languid demeanor he once possessed has vanished without a trace.

Instead, there is an almost cold and ruthless majesty.

She raised her hand and waved it gently.

The terrifying pressure released by Rhodes, which had almost crushed Mo Fang, vanished instantly.

Rod looked at Mona in surprise, not understanding why she was stopping him.

Mona ignored him, her entire attention focused on Mo Fang across from her.

"Now is indeed the best opportunity to kill Ainz Ooal Gown."

Her voice had changed; it was no longer that alluring sweetness, but a cool and efficient tone.

"Not long ago, Ainz Ooal Gown passed on his death legacy to Pangu, and he is currently at his weakest."

"However, my true form cannot descend to this place; at most, I can only project a wisp of my will."

"My power will be greatly reduced. With just my will projection, I am not absolutely certain that I can kill Ainz Ooal Gown, even if he is seriously injured."

Her words were direct, laying bare the unspoken intentions of both sides.

Then, she changed the subject, her tone becoming more scrutinizing.

"Unless what you're saying is true..."

She paused for a moment, making no attempt to hide her doubts.

Mo Fang met the other person's gaze directly, then smiled slightly: "Whether it's true or false, words are not enough."

"it is good."

Mona did not refute.

"If you really have that ability, we'll be watching."

The next second, that sense of majesty vanished instantly.

Mo Fang's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly.

he knows.

The cooperation between the two parties was finalized.