“Graa… Crack—”
A succession of bone-chilling, tooth-gnashing cracks echoed from the void, as if the glassy shell supporting this world was fracturing, piece by piece.
“It’s coming!”
“It’s coming…”
Inside the venue, whether it was the composed witch or the grim-faced warlock, everyone unconsciously held their breath.
“Pop.”
A soft sound, like an enormous bubble stretching across the heavens finally bursting under strain.
In an instant, the splendid, gilded scene of the auction hall was wiped away, replaced by a vast, boundless prairie.
Immediately after, a pillar of destruction with pure black and white at its core—entwined by the colors representing earth, water, fire, wind, and light—shot straight from the distant horizon.
The pillar was so colossal that it itself became the horizon; wherever it passed, space wailed under the pressure. The oppressive force was so immense that every spellcaster below the intermediate rank went weak in the knees, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Yet, just as that world-ending torrent was about to touch the crowd overhead, it seemed to crash into an invisible, absolute wall.
Light, energy, laws—everything was instantly “severed” and vanished without a trace, not even stirring a ripple.
“Go on. They’ve never seen spatial gear before. As long as you hold out, you won’t be discovered.” Mo Qingqing’s voice sounded in Su Yun’s ear. As she spoke, she laid out an array of bottles, jars, and multi-colored elemental stones in front of her, looking every bit like an alchemist’s workbench.
The most eye-catching among them were still the crystal bottles filled with lively, pulsing blood—Su Yun’s blood.
Even after days apart from her body, the blood still radiated astonishing vitality, as if every drop possessed a will of its own.
But as Mo Qingqing examined the materials, she still felt uneasy. Her gaze once again landed on Su Yun.
A chill shot up from the base of Su Yun’s spine to the crown of her head. The fine hairs at the back of her neck stood on end—she sensed an extreme terror looming.
But before she could react—
[Life Magic · Nerve Paralysis]
[Earth Magic · Local Armor]
Mo Qingqing’s right hand became covered with a layer of pitch-black keratin, her five fingers transformed into the sharpest obsidian daggers, glinting with a cold light.
In an instant, her arm turned into a blur, and before Su Yun could even respond, it pierced straight through her chest without resistance—then, with uncanny precision, extracted her still-beating heart.
“Ugh… cough, cough…” Su Yun instantly lost all strength, her knees buckling as she half-collapsed to the ground.
She felt as if her lungs were being sucked dry, every breath painfully laborious.
Strangely, there was none of the excruciating pain she’d expected, only a hollow, drained emptiness.
Yet watching her own heart pulsing in someone else’s palm—the soul-deep terror was far worse than any physical pain.
“That’s about right.” Mo Qingqing finally exhaled in relief, gazing at the perfect, gem-like heart in her hand. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.
So as not to affect Su Yun’s “scavenging” later, she’d specially applied a painless spell.
Looking back at Su Yun, her dress was already soaked with fresh blood that had gushed out instantly; a gaping, horrifying hole in her chest squirmed slowly.
Deprived of her heart—the core source of power—her once-terrifying self-healing speed immediately dropped several levels.
Wounds that once healed in a breath now took over ten seconds just to stop bleeding.
Su Yun tried to stand, but her body was like a puddle of sludge; no matter how she tried, she couldn’t muster the slightest strength.
Mo Qingqing silently made note of this, then began preparing the synthesis of her ultimate lifeform.
Time passed. Far away, the oppressive pressure of the element cannon gradually faded. The brief but terrifying test attack was over. Everyone on the battlefield was bracing for the next clash.
Some melded into the void, becoming deadly shadows; others cracked their knuckles, mana surging as muscles bulged, ready to tear their enemies apart with sheer brute force.
Only now did Su Yun feel a sliver of strength return. She staggered to her feet, trembling.
Looking down at her blood-soaked crimson dress, she gave a bitter, wry smile.
Looking like this, even if she lay in a pile of corpses pretending to be dead, no one would doubt her…
“Do your best to survive.” Mo Qingqing finished her creation and said to Su Yun without looking back.
She tossed a twisted creature—radiating multiple law auras, standing five or six meters tall—into the center of the battlefield.
Then, with a leap, she retreated, seemingly uninterested in her own creation, simply completing a necessary step.
“…Sigh…” Su Yun stretched out her hand, but in the end could only let it drop weakly, letting out a sigh full of sorrow.
Time was still too short.
Her time with Mo Qingqing—ultimately, it was just too brief.
To Mo Qingqing,
She was perhaps nothing more than a novel, fun, and highly useful toy right now.
If she had half a year… No, even just three months—maybe things would be completely different.
But there are no “what ifs.”
“No choice… In order to protect myself, I’ll just try to finish the task.” Su Yun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all her emotions, and once again melted into the vast shadow on the ground.
“For the Father! For the Light!”
A deafening battle cry like a billion thunders exploded at once, instantly sweeping across the battlefield.
The Church’s knightly corps—clad in heavy armor of white jade and gold, wielding matching tower shields and lances—launched the charge.
Their eyes blazed with fanatical faith and murderous intent. The thunder of their synchronized steps seemed able to shatter mountains, rolling like a storm toward the witch–warlock coalition.
Behind the knights, tens of thousands of elemental magi had finished their chants. A nebula of destructive elements gathered above their heads.
Thousands of priests raised holy emblems, the sacred glow condensing into visible barriers, ready to bestow divine grace and protection on the frontline fighters at any moment.
At that moment, a bizarre roar—neither dragon nor beast—drowned out even the clamor of thousands of troops, echoing to the heavens.
“Cha——!”
A giant over nine hundred meters tall, formed entirely of flowing golden light, with dozens of clearly visible law chains swirling around it, descended thunderously from the sky.
Its arms crossed before its chest, forming an X.
In that instant, a terrifying light cannon—fusing all the laws swirling around it—burst forth.
It was not simply light, but a torrent of laws.
Where the cannon passed, space shook violently, time was forcibly twisted, and the dark stars overhead trembled, as if they’d be wrenched from the astral realm the next moment.
Before this world-erasing law cannon, everything seemed insignificant and fragile.
“Holy crap… Are they serious?”
Hidden in the shadows, Su Yun couldn’t help but grumble.
If not for the giant’s unfamiliar appearance, she might’ve thought this was another transmigrator pulling some stunt.
“Defend—!”
The Church’s commander’s shout split the air. Two hundred thousand knights halted as one, raised their shields, and braced with all their might!
A barrier of pure faith and holy power spanned the entire front, engraved with countless sacred runes, radiating an aura of eternal indestructibility.
This aura stretched from the heavens above to the underworld below, as if it had existed since time immemorial.
Law cannon met holy barrier—ultimate destruction colliding with ultimate defense.
In that instant
The world lost its sound and color.
Endless light and heat exploded outward.
Suddenly
Heaven and earth trembled.
Witches, warlocks, and elemental magi in the air were forced to fly even higher just to stabilize themselves.
But once aloft, they realized in horror that not just the ground, but even space itself, trembled and howled from the collision’s shock.
As if a beautiful painting was about to be torn apart.
Thousands of intermediate space magi joined forces to stabilize the near-shattering space.
Yet their magic was like a clay ox crossing the sea—utterly powerless to affect the cataclysmic aftermath.
“Tch… They’re just relying on numbers.” The golden giant gritted its teeth, the Orne reserves inside its body dropping rapidly.
It really was a chaos-class extinction spell—the energy drain was enormous.
At that moment, circle after circle of crystal-clear space barriers appeared out of nowhere, ignoring the raging spatial turbulence and wrapping the entire law cannon within.
Most of the energy that had previously been dissipating in all directions was now precisely caught, refracted, and redirected back into the main cannon by these barriers!
Suddenly, the cannon’s power skyrocketed several times over!
And that wasn’t all—a languid, alluring figure in shorts and a tank top silently appeared on the golden giant’s shoulder.
In her hand, she toyed with her signature water pipe staff, inlaid with a pocket watch.
It was Lin Mo.
“Well, if I don’t help out, I’ll just get chased down and yelled at again.” She yawned, casually flicking her staff.
With her gesture, the long river of spacetime beside the golden giant was forcibly severed.
One after another, golden giant “phantoms” from the previous second, the next second, and even more distant timelines were dragged out from the rushing current of time and descended into reality.
They were real, paradoxes that shouldn’t exist.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of identical golden giants stood side by side, all forming the X gesture at once, firing law cannons in unison—their powers overlapping perfectly, erupting with exponentially greater force.
But it didn’t stop there!
Mirroring law, dream law, reality-illusion law… masters of every kind of illusion and manifestation law in the venue made their move.
Instantly, over a thousand towering golden giant “phantoms” appeared out of thin air, as if to crush the whole world.
They merged seamlessly with Lin Mo’s time phantoms. Over a thousand overlapping law cannons, their might seemingly transcending space and dimension, slammed down on the holy barrier like a mountain of pure destruction with no visible summit!
“Graa——!”
The world wailed. A crack finally appeared on the surface of the holy barrier.
The two hundred thousand knights all coughed blood simultaneously, faces ashen.
The earth could no longer bear such a clash and split apart, an unfathomable chasm gaping across the battlefield as if to swallow the world.
Turbid seawater poured madly from the cracks, space gave its final wail, and the whole world shuddered as if about to collapse.
Yet neither the witch–warlock coalition nor the elemental Church showed any intention of stopping.
Today, they would annihilate/burn these damned fools/heretics to the last!
If it came to it… they’d sink the entire continent!
But just as the world teetered on the brink of destruction, a voice—majestic as an emperor, filled with infinite authority and absolute reason—rang out in the soul of every living being.
“This realm shall not be destroyed today.”
As the words fell, time and space, matter and energy—the entire world about to be destroyed—paused for an instant.
The torn earth healed at visible speed, the flooding seawater was erased by an invisible force, the raging energy storm instantly stilled. Everything rewound, as if nothing had ever happened.
A man in a perfectly tailored black tailcoat, top hat on his head, holding an elegant black cane—like a gentleman off to a banquet—hung serenely in midair.
By his mere presence, the “rules” of the world bowed; the logic of all things ceased.
His profound gaze swept the battlefield with absolute authority, brooking no challenge.
The Ruler of Rules!
He looked quietly at the Church’s side, his eyes indifferent yet tinged with ridicule, like a god gazing down on hopelessly foolish ants.
Suddenly, opposite the Ruler, another figure appeared out of nowhere.
A majestic figure composed of the purest, most dazzling light—its presence brightening the whole world tenfold, banishing all shadow and darkness.
The God of Light Elements!
Also the Lord of Light.
Facing the still-advancing fusion law cannon—whose aftershocks alone could tear worlds—the Lord of Light calmly stretched out a hand, making a gentle “lifting” motion at the annihilating beam.
The next instant, an utterly incomprehensible sight unfolded.
That terrifying law cannon was not blocked or diminished, but was… wholly “defined” as a harmless, pure “beam of light.”
The Lord of Light nonchalantly lifted this “beam” from its original trajectory, then, as if tossing aside a useless glow stick, flung it—along with the giants at its source—toward the distant stars.
They—beings mortals could never hope to oppose—stood supreme.
Their every word, every action, rewrote the world’s underlying logic.
This was the absolute dominion over the laws themselves!
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