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

"I want to tell you that all of this was actually... it was all Aha's doing! Yes, that's right, it was Aha! That cunning Aha actually tried to sow discord between me and you!"

Ah, this is the time to step up and take full responsibility!

After all, isn't Lezi Shen just someone who takes the blame?

(Somewhere far away, a red mask seemed to sneeze, then burst into even more joyful laughter: "Hahahaha! Ah, what a disgrace! Taking the blame is so much fun!")

"Ah? Who is that?" Krydera's voice was frighteningly calm, and her face showed no obvious joy or anger.

However… the originally pale blue candlelight above her head now strangely and slightly tinged with an ominous purple hue.

"Ahem, that's not important, Your Majesty Caesar." Bai Mo's tone subtly changed, becoming righteous and indignant.

“...You previously commented that my power came easily, asserting that I relied solely on ‘luck’.”

“But you never seem to have really thought about whether I deserve everything I have now, and… what kind of attitude I have in ‘paying’ for it.”

"What do you mean by this?" Krystalla suddenly raised her head, flames dancing in her pupils, reflecting Bai Mo's extremely serious face.

Bai Mo's gaze passed over her, sharply landing on the invisible yet omnipresent Titan of "Law" on the other side of the chessboard.

“What I mean is, Your Majesty—” Bai Mo’s voice was deep yet carried a penetrating power.

"Instead of using the lives and futures of your loyal subordinates as bargaining chips to play a game that is destined to come at a heavy price... Have you never thought of a more direct way to obtain that so-called spark?"

He strode forward, his figure appearing exceptionally upright at that moment.

For example..." He stopped at the edge of the chessboard, turned his head, and looked at Clydela with eyes as sharp as knives.

"Instead of using the sacrifices and power on this chessboard to play a game with Him, you're using them to... directly attack the Titan of 'Law' himself?!"

It was at this moment that he finally secretly withdrew the hand that had been placed on Caesar's head, the hand that had caused such a disaster.

Kerudela's pupils suddenly contracted.

“Krydela, you must understand,” Bai Mo’s voice gradually tightened.

"When someone invites you to play a game of chess, besides choosing to follow the rules and win, you have another option—"

His voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder in this hall governed by absolute rules:

"That means smashing the chessboard hard on his head!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Mo abruptly turned to the enormous chessboard of light and shadow, his voice booming like a war horn throughout the entire Three Phases Hall:

"Tarantun! (Titan of the Law) I, Bai Mo, hereby declare the commencement of the trial to obtain the 'Law's' spark!"

A grand, inhuman voice responded almost immediately, carrying an icy and absolute quality:

"Son of man, having initiated this trial, what price are you prepared to pay?"

"Everything I have!" Bai Mo's answer was without the slightest hesitation, resolute and unwavering.

"Oh?" Titan's voice seemed to tremble with a subtle, playful glint. "In that case, offer up the heart of your one and only beloved one."

"Hahahaha!" Bai Mo seemed to have heard the most absurd joke, suddenly bursting into unrestrained laughter, his laughter filled with undisguised mockery and powerful confidence.

“Titan! You seem to have misunderstood something! I said ‘all of me’! I mean my power, my energy, my faith, my resolve—everything I possess and can control! Not the lives of those you have chosen, those I cherish!”

The light in his hand suddenly converged, and the blazing and majestic sword of the Heavenly Fire Judgment solidified in an instant, its burning tip pointing directly at the supreme being representing "law" at the source of the chessboard!

"And—if you want this price…" Bai Mo's voice lowered, yet it contained an overwhelming fighting spirit, "you'll have to come and get it yourself!"

The oppressive force of the heavenly fire and the invisible power of the Titans' rules collided violently in the void, stirring up silent ripples of energy that shook the entire hall.

Bai Mo didn't turn around, leaving Kerudela, who was stunned behind him, with only a resolute back view, a resounding sentence, and a "Hundred Realms Gate" that quietly unfolded beside her, leading to a safe place.

"This is my view on the so-called 'cost of fate.' I know that everything has a price, and there is nothing free."

Bai Mo's calm yet powerful voice reached Krydella's ears.

"But when 'fate' comes knocking with an IOU—I absolutely do not want to meekly hand over the price to it!"

"Either he comes and gets it himself, or he gets out of my way!"

Bai Mo stood in the center of the devastated Hall of Destiny, the once magnificent and solemn hall now completely destroyed by the collision of indescribable forces.

The massive stone pillar was broken in half, the walls engraved with ancient murals were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the ground was full of scorched marks and deep cuts, as if it had been frantically devoured by an invisible behemoth.

He took a deep breath of the air, thick with dust and residual energy, and began to feel a pang of regret for the boastful words he had made to Krydella not long ago.

The reason is simple—this battle was just too frustrating!

He possesses powers derived from the "law," allowing him to speak and make law, and to establish rules.

But Tarranton on the other side is the embodiment of the "law," and playing this game is his forte!

Both are pure "mechanism monsters," engaging in the most fundamental rule-based confrontation at the same level and in the same field.

This is like two top masters from the same school who know each other's moves inside and out sparring. Any rule-making, law-changing, or power struggle will be instantly seen through by the other and countered or countered in a completely equal way.

Chapter 167 Bai Mo: I hope my title will bring good fortune to Onpharos.

He defines a "no energy gathering here" rule, and Tarantun can immediately add a law that "all energy must obey His commands."

He attempted to "deprive the other party of one-tenth of their power," but Tarranton countered with "this deprivation order is invalid and returned to the one who imposed it."

They were all taught by the same master, so I can't break their moves at all!

As for using other attack methods?

Bai Mo had no doubt that as long as he dared to use any underhanded tricks outside of the "law" powers—such as trying to summon heavenly fire, or using other minor tricks of his powers—he could succeed.

Tarranton would absolutely dare to immediately use his highest authority to permanently "ban" these methods, adding them to the "law" blacklist and rendering them ineffective from the root!

Although Bai Mo could also use his privileges to "unban" them from the ban list.

But the current situation is like two extremely intelligent people playing a game of tic-tac-toe, with each move blocking all of the other's chances of winning.

As long as neither side makes a foolish mistake, this game of chess can go on forever, with no clear winner.

But the only advantage is that Bai Mo, the "chess player," does not actually rely on energy supply in the traditional sense.

As for the Titan avatar on the other side, which relies on the temple and ancient rules... if the stalemate continues, the primordial divine power that sustains its existence will eventually be exhausted.

So… Bai Mo's tactic was simple, and also quite helpless—endure! Outlast Taranton until his divine power was completely depleted, and then…

Just as he was completely absorbed in this tedious and dangerous tug-of-war of rules, a voice, unlike the usual cold and mechanical prompts, suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind:

【I said, how long are you going to keep playing this childish game with it?】

Bai Mo was jolted awake, his mind reeling. He almost let the other party exploit a loophole in the rules because of that momentary lapse in concentration! That tone...?

Did the sun rise in the west? Today it wasn't that emotionless system notification sound, but the real "golden finger" that contained a trace of "humanity" but almost never showed itself was talking to him.

This seems to be the first time that the cheat system has taken the initiative to have a real "dialogue" with him, right?

[Bai Mo, what are you standing there for? Why haven't you turned off the other side's access to the "Ultimate Protocol" yet?!]

There was an indescribable disdain in that voice?

What... what's off? Bai Mo asked in astonishment, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

[“Ultimate Agreement”? When can I shut it down?]

[“The ultimate agreement” has always been… wait.] The voice of the golden finger suddenly paused, as if it had also realized a key issue, and its tone became somewhat hesitant and subtle.

The true essence of the "Ultimate Protocol"... has always been within you! The "Law" Titan only possesses a secondary right to use it!

You could simply blacklist this Taranton user's access privileges, or even downgrade their access... uh...

The voice grew softer and softer, eventually almost sounding guilty:

"Didn't I tell you that back then?"

Bai Mo fell silent.

He finally understood why he could still use the expired "law" authority from the previous cycle in this reincarnation.

He originally thought it was the special nature of his cheat ability that allowed him to ignore these restrictions, but it turns out it was because the so-called "ultimate agreement" hadn't left him.

He now understands why, in this cycle, the persistent "Laigushi" didn't tamper with the "laws" to cause him trouble as he had before.

After all that, it wasn't because the other party gave up, but because the "ultimate agreement"—the "core" of this "law"—was actually in his own hands! The other party had no way to get to it!

And his cheat code, at this crucial moment, seemed to suddenly remember it, and he casually uttered this sentence.

The "golden finger" in Bai Mo's mind also fell silent.

It seemed to be rapidly tracing back through past data streams, and then embarrassingly discovered... that during some chaotic phase, it seemed, possibly, probably... had indeed overlooked this crucial information, forgetting to inform the host of the existence of this "ultimate protocol".

Upon learning that he possessed the authority over the "Ultimate Protocol," Bai Mo completely dropped his pretense.

What seemed like an unsolvable battle of rules, one that could only be won by waiting out the opponent's time, instantly turned into a complete joke.

With a slight thought, without even needing any words, a very simple command emanated from the depths of his consciousness—

The invisible will of the Titan Tarranton, who was mobilizing immense divine power to prepare for the next round of rule counterattack, suddenly froze!

He felt his vast and boundless connection with the "law" being severed in an instant by a guillotine!

All powers and all rule-calling permissions were completely stripped away in a fraction of a second!

He was instantly cast down to the mortal realm from a supreme being who governed the laws, becoming a blank slate with immense divine power but unable to manipulate any rules or exercise any "words that become law"!

What followed was very simple, even somewhat boring.

When Bai Mo held the "Law" flame, which contained endless rules and order, and stepped out of the Hall of the Three Phases of Destiny, which had almost turned into a chaotic ruin, he was filled with the spirit of the law.

The first thing that catches the eye is the blue flame above Krystal's head. Bai Mo only noticed the extremely complicated expression on her face after he looked down.

The once magnificent palace is now nothing but twisted ruins and pervasive energy dust, yet he walks out of this scene of destruction, holding the most complete crystal of order in his hand. This contrast alone is enough to shock the soul.

Krydella's gaze first fell on the brilliant flame, then shifted back to Bai Mo's seemingly calm face, her voice carrying a hint of disbelief and disorientation: "You really... completely ended Taranton?"

She shook her head slightly, as if trying to shake off this shocking fact, then took a deep breath, her tone becoming exceptionally solemn:

"The 'Lucky Duke'...no, it seems I made a mistake with that title. What title do you truly desire? The 'Dawn Duke,' symbolizing the dawn's light? Or the 'Savior Duke,' carrying the hopes of all beings? Just name your name, and I will immediately, in the name of Caesar, make it yours."

Bai Mo smiled easily upon hearing this: "Just keep calling me 'Lucky Duke.' To be honest, I actually hope my luck will improve."

"If Onphalus can be lucky because of a name, how wonderful it would be if the world could be saved as I wish."

Chapter 168 Bai Mo: I will definitely fight for a good ending for the Golden Descendants of this generation.

"Is that so?" Krystal looked at him thoughtfully, then a sly smile curved her lips.

"Then so be it. But, 'Lucky Lord,' one thing at a time—I still remember clearly the offense you committed against me, uh, against my 'head' inside the hall!"

She suddenly straightened her face, adopted the most solemn monarchical posture, deliberately cleared her throat, and said in a loud voice as if issuing a decree:

"Now, 'Lucky Lord'! I order you to immediately divide into five groups and head to the front lines to fight the Black Tide! There must be no mistakes!"

The order was so absurd that it silenced the air for a moment.

However, the next second, Krystal broke down herself.

The feigned serious expression melted away, replaced by a bright and smug smile, as if a prank had been successfully pulled.

"Hmph~ Just kidding! Between a great king and his subjects, besides the distinction between ruler and subject, they should occasionally joke around like friends, shouldn't they, 'Lucky Duke'?" she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling.

The smile on Bai Mo's face vanished the moment she gave the order; he stood silently in place, without any reaction.

Krystal was somewhat puzzled by his reaction when she saw Bai Mo suddenly raise his hand to rub his temples, his tone full of helplessness, and say:

“Crydella '1', you should have said so earlier... When you gave the order just now, I had already sent five clones out, and they are probably almost at different front lines now.”

This time, it was Krydella's turn to be completely stunned.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, her small mouth opened unconsciously, and her face was filled with astonishment: "I was just joking, how could you take it seriously and actually do it?!"

Seeing Krystal's unusually dazed expression, Bai Mo finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Laughter resonated from his chest, carrying a sense of joy and relief.

As he laughed, he looked out at the distant horizon, where even through the layers of buildings, he could feel the oppressive and ominous atmosphere.

This time, he thought... he was sure he had the ability to fight for a good ending for all the Golden Descendants and people struggling to survive on this land.

I don’t know how many years later.

In a remote city-state far removed from the brilliance of dawn's machines, a green-haired boy is running at full speed on a dusty, bumpy dirt road.

His hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his skin, which was flushed from the intense exercise.