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

But he always seemed determined to create a perfect ending where no one sacrificed themselves...

Ah, this might be his strength, but it could also be his greatest flaw.

Aglaia changed the subject, refocusing her gaze on Wan Di, her tone becoming extremely solemn:

"As for you, Wan Di. It seems that the me who only knew how to use and weigh things back then has indeed left you with an indelible and terrible impression."

For this... I need, and I must, apologize to you.

She gently placed her hand on her chest, feeling the faint yet real emotional fluctuations that seemed to be slowly reviving there:

"Although my lost humanity has not fully returned, the regrets and reflections that belong to the past and came late have caught up with me first."

Therefore, this time, I never intended to scheme against you. Your presence and willingness to inherit the authority of "Conflict" was not part of my plan; it was truly... a pleasant surprise.

"..." Wan Di fell silent, his lava-like eyes flashing intensely as he seemed to be processing this completely unexpected information and apology.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and complex: "You... have changed a lot, Aglaia."

"Is that so?" Aglaia chuckled softly, a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

"You are too, Wan Di. The citizens of Ohm are too, those citizens of Suspended Peak who chose to stay are too..."

We all seem to be changing. Why is that?

“Yes…we are all changing, but why?” Wan Di repeated, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distance, on the homeland being invaded by the Black Tide.

And at this moment, a genuinely relieved and content smile finally appeared on the corners of his mouth.

“My people… they have made their choice.”

They chose to return to Suspended Peak, not to pursue that long-decayed, illusory glory, but for what Bai Mo had said... 'survival'.

It was to survive, and to protect those they wanted to protect, that they chose to return to that scorched earth and fight the Black Tide.

Immediately, he raised his head sharply, all his hesitation and complicated emotions vanished, replaced by an unwavering determination and boundless fighting spirit!

"So—!" His voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the hero's bath, announcing the return and awakening of a king!

"As the King of Suspended Peak! How can I... stand by and watch my people fight bloody battles on the front lines while I hide in the rear, doing nothing?!"

He stepped forward, his gaze sharp and intense, looking directly at Aglaia:

"Aglaia! I'm ready!"

"It wasn't out of coercion, nor was it a scheme; it was out of my own will, to protect my people and this world—"

"I will—personally take over the divine authority of 'Conflict'!"

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Chapter 97 Ten Thousand Enemies: This chapter is a highlight I commissioned!

The outer defense line of Suspended Peak City, atop scorched earth.

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

The Kuroshio Creatures, like an endless, turbid tsunami, relentlessly crashed against the makeshift, incomplete defensive fortifications.

They roared, wriggled, and pounced, eroding every inch of ground with their claws and corrosive energy.

"Hold on! Everyone hold on! Behind us is Xuanfeng City! Our homeland! We can't retreat even half a step!"

The officer's desperate shouts were drowned out by the deafening battle cries and explosions, yet they still inspired the soldiers to fight to the death.

Although Bai Mo's "Heavenly Punishment Blade" often swept across the battlefield at a terrifying speed like a whip of judgment, each time it could accurately tear and pierce through the largest black tide behemoth.

Occasionally, a shower of "heavenly fire" can evaporate a brief void in the tide. But these powerful attacks are ultimately better suited for pinpoint elimination of strong individuals.

The countless low-level black tide creations that surged in like a tide continued to pour out from the gaps in "Heavenly Fire" and the blind spots of "Heavenly Punishment's Edge".

Simply put... it's a case of letting the monsters slip through. It's a very simple principle: you can easily crush a large number of ants as they pass by, but it's very difficult to stop them from passing by.

The smaller monsters, like maggots clinging to bones, relentlessly assaulted the crumbling defenses. The soldiers could only rely on their flesh and blood and rudimentary fortifications, struggling to resist with swords and spears.

Fortunately, Bai Mo simultaneously wields the authority of both "law" and "earth".

The "laws" suppress the rate at which monsters spawn. An invisible gravity suppresses the activity of the Black Tide creatures, making their movements slightly sluggish; the ground beneath their feet sometimes rises to form temporary barriers, and sometimes collapses to swallow small groups of enemies, greatly slowing down the Black Tide's advance.

Otherwise, the horde of monsters surging from all directions would have already completely choked up and submerged this dilapidated Suspended Peak City.

"Bai Mo!" Bai E's voice came from behind. He had just cleaved three attacking mutants in two with a single sword strike, and now, back to back with Bai Mo, he had a brief moment to catch his breath.

"The situation is not optimistic! Although you and I can still continue to fight our way through the enemy lines thanks to our physical abilities, the battlefield is too vast. Those Black Tide Creatures may be easy prey for us, but these ordinary warriors... they are nearing their limit! Casualties have already begun!"

Bai Mo unleashed a sword beam, cleaving a cluster of small monsters in his path into pieces. His expression was incredibly solemn, yet his voice was exceptionally firm:

"I understand! But we must persevere! They must persevere too! The core defensive facilities and the final alchemical array inside Suspended Peak City will be fully activated in less than thirty minutes!"

That's the key to whether we can hold this place! We cannot retreat even a single step before that! Otherwise, all the sacrifices and perseverance we've shown will have been for nothing!

His words were like cold rocks, crashing onto the scorching battlefield and into the hearts of every soldier who could hear them.

"Quick! The next wave! An even bigger impact is coming! Everyone! Prepare for the impact—!" On the watchtower, the observer's voice became shrill and piercing due to extreme tension!

Just as this despairing wave crashed down once more—

puff!puff!puff!

On the battlefield, without any warning, countless hideous, blood-red crystalline spikes suddenly pierced out from the scorched earth!

These crystals are sharp and pointed, exuding a strong aura of blood and a pure, highly aggressive "conflict"!

As if they possessed life, they burst forth precisely from beneath the bodies of countless black tide creations, instantly stringing them together, tearing them apart, and pulverizing them like candied hawthorns on a skewer!

This sudden clearing of the area greatly relieved the terrifying pressure on the defensive line!

At the same time, a calm, arrogant voice, yet carrying a familiar, teasing tone, accompanied the eruption of the crimson crystal spikes, clearly entered Bai Mo and Bai E's ears:

"Hmph! How pathetic! In this state, you two still dare to call yourselves 'saviors'?"

"Heh..." Bai E and Bai Mo were stunned almost simultaneously, then looked at each other. The muscles on their faces, which had been extremely tense, involuntarily relaxed, and even a few relieved smiles flashed across their faces.

Bai E even had the composure to respond in the direction the voice came from, using a smile as his voice:

"Oh, you've finally arrived? But... why didn't you just drop from the sky? This is a much more low-key entrance than I expected."

Just behind the battle line, Wan Di—or rather, the "Conflict" demigod who was now surrounded by dark red divine light and whose aura was more powerful and domineering than ever before—slowly withdrew the hand that had guided the crystal spikes to erupt.

When Wan Di heard Bai E's words, he snorted coldly, slightly raising his chin with an air of entitlement, as if returning to his master's position was perfectly natural.

"This city has always belonged to me! How can I not use the main gate when I'm coming home?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more crimson crystals surged from the ground like living things, precisely annihilating any stragglers that managed to get close to the defense line.

"Look! That's... the Crown Prince of Suspended Peak?!" The soldiers of Ohma noticed the astonishing change and the figure, and couldn't help but murmur in surprise.

When the warriors of Suspended Peak City saw who it was, they were first stunned, and then their eyes burst with unbelievable joy and excitement!

It's unclear who started it, but a hoarse yet powerful shout ignited the entire defensive line like a spark:

"Son of Goergo, he will be crowned in blood!"

Then, ten, a hundred, and eventually all the Hanging Warriors pounded their shields with all their might, unleashing a deafening, glorious roar:

"Son of Goergo, he will be crowned in blood!!"

"Son of Goergo! He will be crowned champion in blood!!!"

At first, only the people of Suspended Peak were cheering excitedly.

But soon, the soldiers of Ohm were also infected by this passionate emotion and the overwhelming power of the enemy!

They joined in, pounding their weapons and shields, adding to the deafening shouts:

"Son of Goergo! He will be crowned champion in blood!!!"

"Son of Goergo! He will be crowned in blood!!!"

Cheers and the clanging of shields and spears clashing violently echoed like the most stirring war drums, resounding throughout the bloody battlefield!

The previously low morale was given a shot of adrenaline, instantly soaring to its peak!

Bai E watched as Wan Di, surrounded by crimson crystal dust, walked steadily towards him, and couldn't help but chuckle, teasingly saying, "Oh, son of Ge Erge, crowned in blood? Your title of Crown Prince is quite impressive, isn't it?"

Chapter 98 Bai Mo: It's time to forge the Heavenly Fire Judgment for myself.

Bai Mo also laughed, but he quickly suppressed his laughter, his gaze fixed on the black tide that was beginning to gather again in the distance, his fighting spirit reignited:

"Alright, Your Excellency 'Son of Goergo.' Hold off on the 'blood-soaked crown' ceremony; save the rituals for after victory. Now…"

He raised his hand, and the Blade of Divine Punishment once again hummed and hovered in the air, the light of the law flowing in his eyes.

"We should focus our efforts on dealing with these uncooperative 'guests'!"

The three exchanged a smile, then turned around at the same time and stood side by side.

Behind them stood the allied forces, their morale soaring, their cheers deafening, their fighting spirit rekindled.

Before them stretched an endless torrent of black energy, surging and radiating an aura of destruction.

Outside Suspended Peak City, the light of the alchemical array, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the entire city, with runes flowing and emitting stable and reassuring energy fluctuations.

The fortified defenses have been completed, forming a steel jungle that protects this scarred city.

Only after confirming that the Black Tide's offensive had been effectively blocked outside the city were Bai Mo, Bai E, Wan Di, and other high-level combatants able to catch their breath and take turns returning to the city for a short rest.

Bai Mo walked alone on the streets of Suspended Peak City, which were not yet completely cleaned up and still bore traces of battle.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, medicine, and a faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood.

He exhaled a long breath, trying to expel the bloodshed and exhaustion accumulated on the battlefield, but the solemnity between his brows did not dissipate.

"Make way! Please make way! Those in front! Move aside—Elder Bai... Elder Bai Mo?!"

A series of urgent shouts and footsteps came from behind. Bai Mo subconsciously stepped aside to make way, and saw a group of medical staff hurrying along, carrying several stretchers.

They wore pristine white uniforms, but they were already stained with dirt and blood. The insignia on their chests were the symbols of the "Dim Garden" that Bai Mo was familiar with.

His gaze swept over the wounded on the stretchers, some groaning in pain, others already unconscious, noticing missing limbs, gruesome wounds, and distorted expressions.

Without hesitation, he quickly extended his fingers, and gentle, pure life energy flowed from his fingertips, sprinkling down on the most seriously injured soldiers like sweet rain.

The healing ripples smoothed out some of the wounds, while the more powerful pain-relieving spells temporarily numbed their pain receptors.

"What are you all standing there for?" Bai Mo shouted in a low, urgent voice at the medical staff who were still stunned by his actions after he had done all this.

"Their injuries can't wait! Get them to receive further treatment right away!"

"Yes...yes! Thank you, Elder!" The leading physician snapped out of his daze, quickly expressed his gratitude, and directed the team to hurry back to the makeshift field hospital.

The procession had gone far away, but the painful scene and atmosphere seemed to linger in the air.

Bai Mo stood there, and deep within his consciousness, nearly a hundred new folders silently appeared. These cold "data" weighed heavily on his heart.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that blood-red "Conflict" trial space, where that cold, majestic voice echoed once more like a spell:

"Ask yourself! In this trial of 'strife,' use your most prized composure and rationality to think things through carefully—"

"Can you truly achieve perfect salvation? Can you guarantee that on the path you choose, the people you care about, and the world you love... will be safe and sound?"

"Is it really true that none of them will die? Can you really bear the consequences... of losing even one of them?"

"Isn't your confidence just another form of arrogance and self-deception?"

Every word felt like a needle pricking his exceptionally sensitive nerves. As he watched those lives being carried away, he felt for the first time the heavy weight of the words "cannot be guaranteed."

"Sigh..." A barely perceptible sigh escaped his lips as he dragged his slightly heavy steps toward the tent assigned to him for temporary rest.

However, just as he was about to reach the tent entrance, he unexpectedly discovered a group of small figures gathered there—a group of young children who were struggling to lift a long, rectangular object wrapped in thick cloth. The object looked quite heavy, and the children's faces were flushed red from straining.

Bai Mo's brows furrowed immediately, and his voice unconsciously took on a stern tone: "You—! Who gave you permission to come here? This is the frontline war zone! This is not a place for you! It's too dangerous!"

The children were startled by his sudden appearance and stern tone, and stood there helplessly.

One of the boys, who seemed a little older and bolder, mustered his courage, took a small step forward, raised his hand, puffed out his chest, and said loudly in a still-childish voice: