Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

When the battle begins, the dimensions of the entire world are "elevated".

The original spacetime structure was stretched and folded by an invisible hand, with endless layers of rules superimposed on it.

The "water surface" of the mother river is no longer a flat concept, but has been transformed into a complex, incomprehensible high-dimensional structure.

That is the true form of the Star River Battleboard, which resembles a chessboard.

Lokunlun and Mis are still locked in a standoff, but their surroundings have completely changed.

"Those two are formidable. Are they even opponents?"

Eight divine wills intertwined at the edge of the chessboard, their forms becoming clear under the manifestation of the rules of the battle.

Some are like flowing metal codes, where the turning of the pages rewrites the laws of physics.

Some are like rotating gears of cause and effect, each tooth mark etched with the inevitability of the rise and fall of civilizations.

Some are like silent, destructive singularities, capable of swallowing even the gaze...

But regardless of their form, at this moment, a long-standing emotion surfaced in their hearts.

That emotion is called fear.

Because the two people facing off had already transcended the realm of the sacred.

"Fortunately, it seems they've faced off against each other first, so there's still a chance."

"Eliminate the others first to increase our strength."

The participants achieved a tacit understanding in an instant.

The rules of the battle are simple: defeat your opponent, gain higher-dimensional energy, and seize their "insights" to become the sole victor and gain the qualification to step into a higher dimension.

With Lokunlun and Mis holding each other back, it was the perfect time to eliminate other competitors.

The eight wills suddenly dispersed, transforming into eight streams of light that shot towards different areas of the battle arena.

They began to plan, and therefore, the initial battle was silent.

But that silence lasted only a brief moment before it was torn apart by the boiling hum of the rules.

The standoff between Lokunlun and Mis did not ease in the slightest, even as the battle was fully underway and other deities descended.

On the contrary, as the rules of the battleground solidified, their confrontation entered a deeper and more dangerous phase.

It is no longer a collision between the explicit ordinal tree and the inverted tree, but a mutual erosion at the level of the essential rules.

Miss's silver patterns had spread all over his body, making him seem like a walking "set of ordinal axioms".

With each step he takes, the chessboard squares beneath his feet are automatically sorted, numbered, and form a well-ordered structure.

Wherever he went, the rules of the battle board were forcibly incorporated into his sequence system, as if the entire chessboard was being "formatted" little by little into an extension of his divine game.

Luo Kunlun, however, remained in the same state as before.

However, his own "existence" became even more elusive. Every time Mis eroded the order rules, when it touched the invisible "information membrane" around Lokunlun, it would be quietly dissolved, absorbed, and transformed into some kind of "background information" that Mis could not understand.

It's like trying to cut flowing water with the sharpest knife.

The blade sliced ​​through the water, causing it to part, then immediately close again, leaving no trace.

"You're draining me," Miss's voice was cold, tinged with a hint of impatience, "using this shameless method."

"The essence of game theory is consumption and counter-consumption."

"Your hierarchical system is powerful, but maintaining it requires an equally enormous amount. For every inch of rule you erode, you have to pay a corresponding 'definition cost.' As for me, I only need to ensure that the cost you pay always exceeds the benefits you gain."

He was practicing an extremely passive tactic.

It does not actively attack, nor does it manifest the rules. Instead, it acts as a "background" and "information black hole" for the rules, constantly absorbing and neutralizing each instance of rule erosion by Miss, causing Miss's power to gradually become exhausted through endless consumption.

This is a contest of patience, a battle of inherent resilience.

Their battle was merely one focal point in the grand scheme of things on this vast battlefield.

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On the edge of the chessboard, far from the central battlefield, the remaining eight acquired deities engage in a more direct and varied struggle and game of wits.

The swarm's maternal consciousness was activated first.

An endless sea of ​​insects surged forth from its location; it was not a swarm of insects in the material sense, but rather "predatory life units" at the level of rules.

They infect the rule nodes of the battle arena like a virus, devouring the energy and information within the nodes and transforming them into new variant swarms that are more adapted to the battle arena environment.

The swarm's goal is clear.

Using their terrifying ability to reproduce and evolve, they first occupy as much of the chessboard area as possible, turning the battlefield into their own "petri dish".

Accumulating advantages like a snowball has been a tried-and-true method in the past.

Unfortunately, today's opponents are different from those of the past; they are the gods and saints of the heavens.

Its expansion soon encountered obstacles.

The obstacle comes from the Mist God.

The magnificent and ever-changing mist spread silently, enveloping the vast area invaded by the insect swarm.

The laws of the fog are distorted, and the infected rule nodes become blurred and uncertain in the fog.

The swarm lost its clear target and even began attacking and devouring each other.

Even more terrifying is that the power of the Mist God is slowly assimilating the insect swarm.

Some adult insects began to vaporize, their consciousness diluted, and eventually merged into that amorphous mist.

"Annoying fog." The Mother Nest's consciousness conveyed a cold annoyance, and the insect swarm contracted, instead condensing into several huge "rule-antibody insect nests," attempting to secrete pheromones that could stabilize local laws and dispel the fog.

The battle between the Mist God and the Zerg swarm evolved into a tug-of-war between rule-based pollution and anti-pollution, assimilation and anti-assimilation.

Meanwhile, on the flank of this protracted battle, a duel took place between the Holy One known as the Star Forger and the King of the Ash Beasts.

That presents another extreme.

In the area where the Star Forgers reside, the laws of physics have been amplified to the extreme.

The gravitational constant was modified, the electromagnetic force was solidified, and even quantum uncertainty was temporarily suppressed.

That area became an "iron cage" that followed classical physics, where anything that did not conform to the laws of physics would be forcibly rejected or annihilated.

But the Beast King of Embers is precisely the embodiment of "the end".

Wherever it goes, the rules "go out".

When the solidified laws of the Star Forgers touched the deathly domain surrounding the Ash Beast King, their light dimmed, their force field dissipated, and even the very existence of the rules themselves weakened.

The metal body of the Star Forger emitted a rumbling sound as it struggled under the strain, and cracks appeared on its surface.

Therefore, he had to constantly "forge" new physical laws, reinforcing his field like patching a hole, to resist the all-pervasive "rule extinguishing".

"Damn it, I'm incompatible with this beast; I'm completely at his mercy!"

Meanwhile, the struggle between the law of causality and the calamity of wisdom continues unabated.

The law of causality caused the gears to spin wildly, and countless causal threads stretched out from the void, attempting to entangle and bind the data torrent of the intellectual catastrophe.

It is trying to weave its own "fate" for this mutated creature that has no emotions but only logic.

For example, the fate of being destined to be swallowed up by a loophole in some rule.

But the deluge of data that is a disaster for intelligence flows calmly.

The causal relationship is disassembled, analyzed, and optimized the moment it touches the flood of data.

The disaster of wisdom does not resist cause and effect; it merely incorporates cause and effect into its own logical operation model.

Soon, it even began to reverse-output "optimized" causal chains.

These causal chains are simpler and more efficient, but their purpose is to cause the causal law to fall into a logical paradox and become stuck.

The law of causality caused the gears to make their first rough, grinding sound.

As for the Wizard Emperor Mosayus, this red-haired devil displayed cunning and shrewd tactics.

As an intellectual being, he is unlike other deities.

Instead of immediately engaging in a direct confrontation with a specific opponent, it lingers on the fringes of the battlefield, like a bloodthirsty shark searching for the weakest target.

His gaze first fell upon that newly emerged sun, which was striving to maintain its own oasis of life.

Everything happened too fast; it hadn't accumulated much experience and was the weakest player on the entire battlefield.

"A vibrant garden, how beautiful, and how fragile," Mosayus murmured, his red hair dancing like flames.

In the next instant, countless dark sorcery curses shot out like venomous snakes, not directly attacking the sun god itself, but falling on the oasis it was attached to.

The curse seeped into the oasis's rules and structure, twisting life.

The plants began to mutate, becoming bloodthirsty and aggressive.

The gentle energy background began to breed corruption and disease; even the newborn life became restless, suspicious, and even began to attack each other under the erosion of the curse.

The light surrounding the Great Sun God fluctuated violently, forcing it to divert its power to purify and combat these curses, thus maintaining the oasis's existence.

This made its already limited power even more strained.

Mossayus laughed.

He relished this slow, agonizing process of gradual disintegration. He was both consuming the sacredness of the sun and observing it.

This is a new area he is interested in "colonizing".

Time on the battle board is stretched and distorted in this intense and ever-changing game.

The concept of "time" in the heavens loses its meaning here.

What may be a fleeting moment in the outside world has already witnessed countless clashes of rules, struggles for territory, and shifts in power on the battlefield.

"No, that's pointless."

"If this continues, it's nothing more than slow suicide. If we drag this out any longer, we'll wait until those two guys in the center of the battle decide the victor..."