Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

"You know perfectly well that you are no match for me in this world. Why then do you... persist in this futile way?"

Walter's breathing calmed slightly. He gripped the Star of Eden tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. Meeting Bai Mo's gaze, the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by something more unwavering.

"Perhaps I am indeed unlikely to gain the upper hand against you now, and may even suffer a crushing defeat." He frankly acknowledged the difference in strength, but the conviction in his words grew ever stronger.

"However, for the 'world' I hold dear, for the order and possibilities worth protecting... I will never back down at this moment."

Walter's voice was steady and powerful. During the pause in the conversation, he quietly adjusted the Star of Eden. At the tip of the cane, a more condensed and dangerous pseudo-black hole began to silently rotate and gestate once again.

"Even if it costs you your life? If you really die in front of me, those little tricks to 'resurrect' won't save you," Bai Mo retorted.

Although Bai Mo's tone was calm, Walter understood that the other party was not joking and was truly confident that he could kill him completely.

But... so what?

He witnessed too many sacrifices and personally experienced countless near-destruction situations.

From the moment he inherited Walter's name, the path he chose was destined to be devoid of "ease" and "safety".

Whether he can do sit-ups or not, whether the means of resurrection are effective or not, when faced with a moment he feels he must stand up, Walter Young will never back down!

Chapter 254 Walter: The World Is Hostile Towards Me...

Walter said nothing more; he simply raised the Star of Eden he was holding tightly, the tip of the staff pointing directly at Bai Mo.

In the void behind him, light flickered, and a series of futuristic-looking floating turrets, shimmering with blue light, were rapidly constructed and deployed by the power of "Reason." The cold muzzles adjusted their angles in unison, all locking onto the figure in front of him.

He provided his answer through the most direct action.

Bai Mo quietly looked into Walter's eyes behind his glasses, eyes that were unwavering and burning with a firm will.

He sighed almost inaudibly, a sigh tinged with complex emotions.

Om-! ! !

The entire data layer, this cold world composed of "0" and "1", began to fluctuate and distort like a lake surface tossed with a boulder!

The rules were arbitrarily rewritten under Bai Mo's will.

He merely raised one hand. The next moment, a vast, endless stream of fluorescent green data, like an army receiving orders, converged and wove wildly above Walter's head…

Finally, amidst the sounds of metal friction and energy condensation, Bai Mo completed his understanding and reconstruction!

One after another, floating cannon barrels, exactly the same as those Walter had just built, even down to the smallest detail, appeared out of thin air as if copied and pasted.

They were so densely packed that they formed a ring-shaped barrier that floated around him, completely surrounding Walter at the center.

But what chilled Walter even more was that the cannons created by Bai Mo adjusted their angles the moment they materialized, locking all the destructive energy beams onto him!

Walter stared at the countless familiar cannon muzzles aimed at him, the color draining from his face and his body stiffening abruptly.

Is Onpharos his nightmare, Walter Young?

The good news is that all he has to face are memories.

The bad news is that he has to face nothing but memories that "kill" him.

Ever since he saw that face that was so similar to Kevin's, Walter felt as if all the malice in the world had found an outlet and was rushing to "kiss" him.

Moreover, they all hit his psychological shadows or sore spots every time.

Bai Mo stood quietly outside the artillery array he had created, calmly watching Walter trapped in the center, his gaze as if observing a doomed end.

“To be honest,” Bai Mo said, his voice still clear amidst the hum of the air cannon charging, “I don’t want to kill you.”

His words startled Walter slightly.

“Because of the battle with you,” some blurry fragments of light and shadow seemed to flash across Bai Mo’s eyes, “it gradually reminded me of many… memories I thought I had long forgotten.”

His tone carried a subtle hint of melancholy.

“I once thought they had been washed away without a trace by that vast, passively borne ‘memory’ and ‘destiny’. After all… compared to those things I had to remember, the memories that truly belonged to ‘Bai Mo’ himself were far too insignificant and fragmented.”

The cannons in the sky have gathered their energy and are emitting a chilling hum, about to unleash destructive light.

“I’m sorry,” Bai Mo’s voice returned to its previous calm, as if the slight nostalgia just now was just an illusion, “but the pioneering journey of the Star Train will not end in Onfaros. I assure you of that.”

He raised his hand, as if about to give the final command to attack.

But it was at this moment—

A crisp sound, as clear as shattering glass, reverberated throughout the entire data layer!

The pitch-black sky above, composed of "0" and "1", was torn open with an irregular crack by an extremely brute force!

Immediately afterwards, not the light of a data simulation, but the real, warm, yet resolute light of the blazing sun, shone precisely on Bai Mo's face through the crack, illuminating his indifferent expression with crystal clarity.

That light originated from beyond the realm of "intellect," from the blazing sun of "destruction" that hangs high in the sky above Onphalus, symbolizing the end!

At the same time, a firm and familiar voice clearly entered this space through the crack:

"Bai Mo, this time, it's my turn to refute your 'savior' claim!"

Immediately following was a female voice with an equally unquestionable tone:

"Hmm~ Little Bai Mo, your sister Xi Lian won't allow you to do anything irreversible or foolish on your own, okay?"

In the data world of "0" and "1", the forcibly torn opening continues to widen.

The light of the destructive sun surged in like a tide, dispelling the cold, binary darkness.

Along with the blazing sunlight, countless scattered ice crystal fragments, as dazzling as diamond stars, surrounded a slender figure, radiating the "memory" power to freeze time.

"Destruction" and "Memory," two forces of destiny, joined forces at this moment to forcibly invade this absolute domain belonging to "intelligence"!

"you……"

Bai Mo raised his hand and looked at Bai E, who stood opposite him, wielding the blazing light of "Destruction" and with a resolute gaze.

And Xi Lian, surrounded by "memory" ice crystals, with a complex yet resolute look in her eyes, fell into a brief silence.

His eternally unchanging expression finally showed a clear change.

On the other side, Xing and Danheng also took the opportunity to rush to Walter's side, protecting him on the left and right. They looked at the slightly disheveled Walter with some concern.

"I'm fine." Walter adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and calmed the churning blood in his body.

He raised his head and stared at the scene before him—the blazing sun representing "destruction" and the end, the ice crystals freezing the "memories" of the past, and the data of "intelligence" that constituted this world.

Three powerful forces of destiny coexist here, eroding and clashing with each other, transforming this space into a bizarre and fantastical battlefield. The buzzing and cracking sounds generated by the surging energy are incessant.

The grand scene involuntarily reminded him of the Black Swan's confident assurance when the train crew first arrived in Onfaros: "Don't worry, it's just a simple investigation mission. With everyone's abilities, there won't be any real danger."

Walter adjusted his glasses again, thinking to himself: If the train hadn't changed course and ended up in this strange Onpharos.

Instead, they went to those known and risk-controlled destinations as originally planned. At this moment, are they enjoying a relatively safe pioneering journey?

Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind. As an anonymous person, he would not regret his past choices.

Chapter 255 A Place Where Four Fates Intersect.

In the center of the battlefield, Bai Mo's gaze slowly swept over the two people in front of him, and finally he let out a sigh that revealed no emotion.

“Xi Lian, and… Bai E. You have finally come.”

Xi Lian narrowed her deep blue eyes slightly as she carefully examined Bai Mo.

A barely perceptible hint of worry flashed in her eyes—Bai Mo's mental state seemed more stable than she had expected, but it was precisely this "stability" that made him seem somewhat...strange.

A strong sense of unease lingered in Xi Lian's heart.

She was certain that the person before her, in terms of both soul and essence, was undoubtedly Bai Mo, the man she had been longing for; there was no doubt about that.

But why... does she feel like something's not right? Is it just her imagination?

“Of all the possible paths in Onphalus,” Bai Mo began, pulling Xi Lian back from her thoughts.

His gaze flickered almost imperceptibly when he met Xi Lian's eyes, but quickly returned to its usual calm and stillness, before turning to the three people in the train crew.

"Only the path of 'survival' that I have chosen is closest to true 'salvation.'"

He calmly stated his point of view.

"These extraterrestrial visitors... they did indeed bring unexpected 'variables,' even tearing a sliver of hope for Onphalus's predetermined 'destruction.'"

“But to say that they could save all of Onphalus by themselves…” He shook his head slightly, “their strength is far from enough.”

“Bai Mo,” Bai E stepped forward and looked Bai Mo in the eye, “Perhaps you do possess power greater than any of us individually.”

"But if the path you choose is fundamentally wrong, then even if you possess the power to shake the stars, Onphalus's fate will never be better; it will only slide into a deeper abyss."

He seemed to recall something from Caislana's memories, gripping the sword in his hand even tighter until his knuckles turned white.

“Stop, Bai Mo. Onfaros… this isn’t the only dead end you see. We have other options.”

Bai Mo remained silent for a moment, not immediately refuting Bai E, but instead turned his gaze to Xi Lian again, his eyes seemingly hiding a faint hope for recognition.

"Xi Lian, even you... think so?" His voice lowered slightly. "You also believe that my 'existence'... is wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Lian had no choice but to temporarily suppress the strange intuition in her heart.

She looked at Bai Mo, her icy eyes softening with tenderness, as if she wanted to abduct the misguided Bai Mo before her.

She spoke softly, with a tone that was both coaxing and nostalgic:

"Little Bai Mo, listen to me, come home with me, okay?"

Xi Lian's voice was incredibly gentle, "I want to eat your cooking... This time, your sister Xi Lian won't order too much, just four... no, just three dishes! Like we used to, okay?"

"Go home... and cook..."

These extremely simple words, like the sharpest needle, precisely pierced the softest and most unguarded corner of Bai Mo's heart.

His heart skipped a beat, and a surge of emotion, a mixture of bitterness and warmth, almost burst through the high wall built by countless memories of reincarnation.

Bai Mo once thought that after witnessing and bearing the joys and sorrows, life and death cycles of hundreds of millions of living beings, his heart had long been tempered to be as hard as a rock and as cold as ice.

But it turns out that some things cannot be completely erased even after more than 30 million reincarnations.

However, that moment of hesitation was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, creating only a faint ripple before being quickly swallowed up by the greater "responsibility" and "inevitability".

Finally, Bai Mo slowly closed his eyes, as if bidding a final farewell.

When he opened his eyes again, the last trace of emotion in them had completely subsided, leaving only a resolute determination as firm as amber.

He raised the "Heavenly Fire" greatsword in his hand, which had been forged into one with the scorching amber.

Rumble——! ! !

At the same time, the entire land of Onfaros began to tremble violently! Amber-colored crystals, surging like waves, rushed from all parts of Onfaros toward Bai Mo's location!

An immense and unparalleled power of "protection" began to gather wildly around him!

"I'm sorry... Sister Xilian..." Bai Mo's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, but more than that, it conveyed a resolute determination to sever all ties.

"But I assure you, 'survival'... is the best outcome for Onphalus!!!"

The moment the words fell, the vast amber torrent erupted completely, spreading out from Bai Mo like a golden star ring!

The destiny of "Preservation," symbolizing eternal protection, has officially joined this already chaotic battlefield!

Four forces of destiny collided violently in this data space that should have been dominated by "0" and "1".

The diametrically opposed forces of destiny clashed here, causing chaos and collapse at the most fundamental level.

The blazing sun of "destruction" is intense and violent, carrying the resolute determination to burn everything. Wherever its light reaches, the data stream evaporates and vanishes as quickly as ice blocks thrown into a steel furnace, leaving behind pure "nothingness".

The ice crystals of "memory" are gentle yet deadly; they do not destroy, but merely "cover" and "freeze," attempting to freeze the surging torrent of data into still images.

The amber in "Preservation" is thick and firm. With Bai Mo at its core, it forms an indestructible barrier that not only resists external attacks but also attempts to completely "solidify" this chaotic space.

As for the data of "intelligence" that is the home ground here, under Bai Mo's will, it is operating, reconstructing and evolving at an unprecedented efficiency. It is both a battlefield and a weapon!

Four powerful forces of destiny—"Destruction," "Memory," "Knowledge," and "Preservation"—will clash in an unprecedented way on this stage called Onpharos!

Just then, the train crew suddenly heard a voice that sounded incredibly familiar to them.

"That place isn't safe now, honey. You'd better leave quickly."

The three exchanged a surprised glance.

“No matter what, let’s listen to her and leave first. It’s going to be very dangerous here later!” Walter spoke first.

As Xing and Danheng left with Walter, Danheng suddenly remembered the Black Swan's solemn promise when the train crew first arrived in Onfaros.