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

Our world has been struggling on the edge of an unseen abyss for far too long.

He paused slightly.

“Last night, a dramatic change occurred in the Holy City. The Chief of the Senate, Kaines, has been killed by my sword.”

Before the words were even finished, a huge uproar erupted below! Fear, disbelief, smugness... countless emotions exploded in the crowd.

Bai Mo raised his hand, without any violent movements, but simply made a downward pressing gesture.

He patiently waited for the riot to subside before continuing to speak. There was no trace of smugness on his face, only a heavy expression.

"Please be quiet, my fellow countrymen. This is not a victory to celebrate, but a necessary... painful but necessary treatment!" His voice suddenly rose, carrying a metallic piercing force.

"Do you know what Elder Katniss, whom we admire, fear, and even followed, is?"

Chapter 80 Katniss: Can't you show some respect for the dead?

He suddenly pointed behind him—two Holy City guards carried a tray covered with a white cloth, walked heavily up the platform, and placed the tray heavily beside Bai Mo.

The white cloth was suddenly ripped off!

A collective gasp of shock rippled through the crowd below, and some women even let out terrified screams.

On the tray lay Katniss's severed head! At the broken neck, a strange, pale blue, viscous liquid, shimmering with a faint metallic sheen, had congealed, appearing particularly eerie in the morning light.

At the edges of the wound, inhuman metal structures and pipes are still faintly visible!

"Did you see that?!" Bai Mo's voice boomed like thunder, filled with anger and pity. "She's not human! She never was!"

She is an artificial puppet! A machine in human skin! A collection of killing commands with 'expelling the Golden Blood' etched into its core code!

He pointed to the pale blue "blood," his voice strong and resonant, touching the hearts of everyone present:

"It's her! She's been lurking in our highest authority for decades! Wielding the butcher's knife of the purgers! Pushing countless compatriots into the fire!"

It was she who sowed discord, created conflict, and caused the human forces that should have united to fight the Black Tide to be wasted in internal strife!

It was she who, while we were teetering on the edge of the abyss, stabbed our own kind in the back!

I have nailed the sinner's corpse to the gates of the Senate! Every person in the Holy City can verify whether what I have said is true!

The crowd fell completely silent. Fear was replaced by even greater shock and anger.

All the questions about the similarities between the leaders of the purges throughout history have now been answered! The sense of betrayal, like a cold, venomous snake, is gnawing at the heart of everyone.

Bai Mo's voice softened, but carried an even deeper pain:

"I know that last night's blood has terrified you. You are terrified of me, and you are terrified of the unknown tomorrow."

You're guessing who this person could be—someone capable of killing artificial puppets and controlling the Senate?

Is he a new tyrant? An agent of the Golden Clan? Someone who wants to enslave you and squeeze the last drop of value from you?

He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Then, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, he made a move that surprised everyone.

He slowly raised his left hand, and before anyone could react, he suddenly used a dagger to cut a long gash in his palm.

Bai Mo heard several familiar exclamations from the crowd, but he didn't look at them.

One drop, two drops... bright red, warm blood, belonging to human beings, to mortal life, slowly seeped out and condensed.

Then, in the biting cold wind, it dripped onto the cold, high rocks.

Tap...tap...

The sound was as clear as a drumbeat in the deathly silent hall.

"Look carefully, citizens of Ohm!" Bai Mo raised his bleeding hand high, exposing the glaring, pure crimson to the dawn light!

"My blood is red! It is warm! It is the ordinary yet resilient blood that flows in the body of every human being, every non-Golden Descendant!"

I am just like you! I am not a high and mighty descendant of gold; I am merely a mortal… who refuses to watch humanity slaughter each other in the apocalypse and ultimately face utter extinction!

He lowered his hand, letting the dripping blood bloom into small, shocking red marks on the rock.

"I launched this coup not for power! Not to enslave anyone!"

His voice suddenly became impassioned, like a burning flame, his gaze sharp as he swept across the entire room.

"I'm fighting for 'survival'! For all of us, to fight for a glimmer of hope in this already broken, ever-approaching apocalypse!"

He opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire holy city and all the people on the cliff:

"Fellow countrymen! Look at the abyss beneath our feet! Look at the distant, lost cities!"

Look at that relentless, engulfing black tide! Do we still have time?

Do we still have the right to continue this self-destructive cycle of internal strife, mutual distrust, and digging our own graves for the sake of a long-corrupted power structure and the insane orders of a man-made puppet?!

"No! We don't have time!" He said firmly, each word striking people's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"Kines, that cancer, has been removed! The rotten structure of the Senate has been broken! But this is only the beginning!"

It was the first breath of free air we took as we struggled through the depths of despair, poking our heads above the water!

His gaze sharpened, filled with an unwavering determination:

"I, Bai Mo, am not standing here to become a new elder!"

It's not about replacing the Golden Clan! All I seek is 'salvation'!

"I beg you! I implore you! Put aside your past prejudices! Put aside your unfounded suspicions! Put aside all the shackles that hinder our unity!"

He pointed to the remaining elders huddled in the corner of the hall, their faces ashen, his voice cold and authoritative:

"The Senate will be reorganized! It will no longer be a high and mighty, corrupt, and infighting den! It will become a beacon!"

A beacon that gathers all power—whether you are human, a descendant of golden blood, a craftsman wielding ancient skills, a battle-hardened warrior, or a wise scholar!

"Golden Descendant?" Bai Mo's gaze drifted into the distance, as if piercing through the clouds.

"They are not enemies! They are our compatriots, connected by blood, possessing great power, and equally eager to survive!"

They are indispensable allies on the journey to the fire! The insane orders of that puppet, Katniss, must be utterly crushed!

What we need is to unite all forces that can be united, to build a Great Wall of flesh and steel to resist the Black Tide!

His voice reached its climax, like a tsunami in a storm, filled with unparalleled infectiousness and appeal:

"The holy city of Ohma will no longer be a prison of internal strife! It will become the starting point of the 'Journey to the Fire'!"

To become humanity's last refuge! From this day forward, we have only one goal—survival! Survival at all costs! Survival by gathering all our strength!

I do not promise you wealth and glory! I do not promise you eternal peace!

The only promise I can make is to lead you, with our blood, wisdom, and courage, to fight for a future!

A future that may still be difficult, may be full of sacrifices, but at least... there is light!

He took a deep breath, and the cold wind on the cliff seemed to pause for a moment for him.

He raised his hand, stained with bright red blood, clenched it into a fist, and held it high, like a battle flag piercing through the gloom:

“Tell me, citizens of Ohm! Do you choose to wait for the end of the world like maggots in a rotting quagmire, amidst suspicion and infighting?”

"Choose to trust me! Trust each other! Trust the power we have together! Grip your weapons tightly, ignite the fire in your hearts, and follow me—to fight!"

Fight! Fight for that faint hope, until your last drop of blood and your last drop of sweat! Fight for survival! Fight for the future!

Tell me—your answer!

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P.S.: Some people... well, it's a long story. I'm at my wit's end.

The author is shamelessly asking everyone here to urge him to update the story.

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There are also underhanded tactics used against the author.

Chapter 81 Bai Mo: Lao Gushi, you've been so busy cursing the Senate that you forgot to cursing me, haven't you?

Absolute silence.

Only the wind howled on the cliff.

Like a volcano that has been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly erupting!

"Fight for survival!!" A hoarse voice rang out first, filled with a desperate determination.

"Follow Lord Bai Mo!!" More people were ignited, their fear replaced by a more primal and intense will to survive.

"Fight for the future!!" The voices converged into waves, growing from scattered to surging, finally transforming into a deafening roar that ripped through the clouds!

"Fight for survival!! Follow Lord Bai Mo!! Fight for the future!!!"

The sound waves, like real shockwaves, echoed on the cliff, even overpowering the howling winds and causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn!

Countless arms were raised high, pointing to the figure on the platform, to the rock dripping with bright red blood, and to the exposed artificial puppet head that revealed the horrific truth!

Fear was ignited and transformed into fanatical faith; despair was torn apart and revealed a glimmer of hope.

Bai Mo stood in the eye of the storm, his face devoid of any smile, only an icy stillness.

He looked down at the boiling crowd, at the flames burning in their eyes—flames of fear, anger, the will to survive, and the conviction he had forcibly ignited.

His gaze passed over the crowd, as if piercing through the thick sky, and landed on a certain administrator who was watching the scene.

The great wheel of salvation will crush all decay and obstacles and begin to turn. And what drives it is this most ardent and cruel flame called "hope".

Despite Bai Mo's lack of deliberate treatment, his superhuman strength allowed the deep, gruesome wound on his left hand to quickly develop a dark red scab.

However... on his way down to Dawn Cloud Cliff, the figure he "most wanted to see" at that moment unsurprisingly stood in the way he had to pass.

He stood on the edge of the dust and mist whipped up by the mountain wind, his posture still carrying that nauseating composure and mockery.

"That's wonderful..." That familiar, annoying voice had barely begun...

It's now! ! !

Bai Mo remained completely calm, his mind filled only with cold calculation. He had deliberately waited until this moment before launching the "Ultimate Protocol"!

An invisible command, originating from the world's underlying rules, erupted instantly, precisely locking onto Lai Gushi's core permissions as an administrator!

His special privileges, exceeding 60%, were instantly and forcibly banned and stripped!

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The air exploded violently around Bai Mo! Bai Mo chose to start with zero frames, even abandoning the Hundred Realms Gate which had a slight pre-cast delay.

The terrifying sonic boom transformed into a tangible shockwave, violently pushing away the surrounding debris and dust in a ring.

The rock beneath our feet groaned under the weight.

Without the slightest warning, Bai Mo's figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind only a spreading white mist and a deafening roar.

In the next instant, he had already torn through space and rushed to Lai Gu Shi's front!

His speed was so fast that it was impossible to see him; only the scorching trail left behind him by the friction of the air proved his existence.

(Bai Mo: You were so busy elbowing the Senate that you forgot to elbow you, weren't you?)

The killing intent was as solid as a tangible substance! There was no hint of probing in Bai Mo's eyes, only the purest and most direct desire for destruction.

He was betting on this moment—betting that the consciousness of the ancients was attached to this meticulously crafted body, betting that the physical strength of this body was insufficient to withstand his all-out thunderous attack!

Once the "death" state is determined, he has the opportunity to forcibly seize the core abilities and memories of the other party's clone!

Even more so... if one could completely annihilate the "true form" of this ancient being who toyed with Onpharos here...

What a wonderful result that would be!

Unfortunately... as an old monster who has survived countless "Amber Periods", Laigushi's sense of danger has long been ingrained in his instincts.

The instant the permissions were frozen, that serpentine composure was instantly replaced by an incredulous astonishment and a barely concealed fear.

After losing core privileges, he was unable to mount any effective defense or counterattack.

In the fraction of a second before sensing the approaching, deadly attack that threatened his very existence—

Without any hesitation, without any lingering feelings, they didn't even bother to utter a harsh word.