Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The anxiety in Mis's heart almost materialized into flames, bursting forth from the ordinal radiance flowing around him.

This anxiety stems partly from the seemingly invincible Luo Kunlun in front of him.

Self-reverting to cardinal, this trick of forcibly distorting the foundation of logic and trying to lift oneself off the ground by one's own hair, should have been completely crushed by the absolutely infinite order.

But it's like the slipperiest of snakes, using "paradox" itself as a shield to stubbornly withstand ω_ω's crushing blow.

Every time the brilliance of the ordinal tree attempts to solidify that paradoxical rule, it is deflected and absorbed by that damned λ node in an almost "cheating" way, and even breeds more reversed poisonous buds.

The greater source of anxiety is that he has come under the gaze of the progenitor.

Why did I create the God Realm? Wasn't it to hide from the Primordial Ancestor?

Being watched by them makes everything passive.

Although his sacred ordination includes content related to the progenitor, it's hard to say how effective it will be.

At most, it's enough to make oneself able to protect oneself.

"We must end this stalemate as soon as possible. At the very least, we must re-establish a solid advantage."

"No destruction, no construction; this battleground might just be an opportunity."

In an instant, his gaze swept coldly across the entire battleground.

The brief alliance between the Starforger and the Mist God severely damaged the insect swarm and also restrained the Ember Beast King.

The serpent Mosayus has interfered with the calamity of wisdom, and the law of cause and effect is taking the opportunity to weave an even more insidious web.

The sacred sun is also retreating, gathering its strength.

The entire battlefield is sliding from the initial chaotic fighting towards a more complex and dangerous dynamic equilibrium.

"Transaction...profit..." Miss's mind was racing, assessing the weight of each variable.

He abhorred this uncertainty, but at this moment, it might be the only way to break the deadlock at the central level.

Lokunlun's "paradox defense" seems to have a special resistance to the infinite stacking of pure ordinal power. Perhaps he needs to introduce some "non-ordinal" and more "basic" interference.

The gaze was fixed on the Star Forger and the Mist God, who had just completed a coordinated attack and still maintained a delicate and fragile alliance.

Especially for the Star Forger, his rule framework based on "forging by laws" is inherently inclined to build a stable and absolute basic framework, which is fundamentally opposed to the "paradox" of Luo Kunlun that subverts the framework.

A plan took shape instantly.

Mies no longer attempted to directly overwhelm Lokunlun with a higher ordinal number.

Conversely, the brilliance of the ω_ω ordinal tree subtly diminished, shifting from absolute suppression to a kind of corrosive "weaving".

The endless chains of ordinal numbers no longer simply crashed down on the inverted tree, but began to resemble living vines of light. Some of them continued to entangle and cancel out the reverse branches of the inverted tree, while others quietly seeped into the bottom layer of the rules of the battle board, beginning an extremely subtle "reconstruction".

What he was doing was not a direct attack, but rather, around the battlefield between him and Luo Kunlun, he was using the "good order" nature of ordinal numbers to forcibly sort out and regulate the underlying rules that had been shattered by the power of the two of them.

Like a top-notch programmer, instead of confronting the virus head-on, they begin to repair the underlying code that the virus has tampered with and quietly strengthen the system kernel, building a platform for the next step.

Luo Kunlun immediately noticed the change.

The pressure hasn't lessened, but its nature has changed.

It is no longer a pure "pressure", but a kind of infiltration with a strong intention of "organizing" and "archiving".

Wherever Mies's brilliance passed, the chaotic fragments of rules were forcibly incorporated into the hierarchical structure of ordinal numbers, and the ambiguous areas arising from paradoxes were clearly marked and isolated.

To some extent, this is actually purifying the environment in which Lokunlun's "paradox" can thrive.

Want to build a cage?

The upside-down tree did not stop growing; instead, it grew even more wildly.

More reverse symbols were created, impacting the "order boundary" that Mies was constructing.

The λ node flickers erratically, attempting to incorporate this process of "ordering" itself into a self-referential paradoxical loop.

Does attempting to define the order of paradoxes itself constitute a larger paradox?

Thus, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded at the level of rules in the central battlefield.

On one side are crystal walls, constructed of infinite ordinal numbers, constantly expanding outwards, and crystal clear.

On one side is the chaotic shadow of paradoxical inverted trees growing, constantly eroding the crystal walls, twisting and writhing.

At the boundary between the two, there was no explosion, only the silent annihilation and rebirth of rules, and countless bizarrely emerging nascent rules that existed briefly and then collapsed immediately.

The spacetime curvature here is so complex that even divine perception can be misled. The flow of time is completely disconnected from the outside world. Several rounds of attack and defense may have already taken place at the edge of the battle, while only a single thought has passed here.

In this extreme standoff, Miss separated a wisp of his extremely subtle will, carrying a piece of information encrypted with ordinal numbers. Like a stone thrown into water, it precisely traversed the chaotic torrent of rules and fell toward the Star Forger.

The message was straightforward: "Tinbook, give me a hand."

"Using your 'absolute law' as a foundation, anchor the underlying 'ordinal crystal wall' that I am currently constructing. Once the composite structure is formed, it will be enough to seal off the diffusion path of paradoxical logic from the root, trapping it."

"Don't rush to refuse. You, and all of you, should know in your hearts that this battle is not that simple."

"The guys up there can't be that kind. Even the final winner might just be their meal."

"Instead of fighting each other under the rules of the battle board, where only one can survive in the end, let's work together to change the rules of the battle board."

"For example, change the sole winner to a collaborative pioneering group."

"If we win this battle, I can promise you a secure and priority 'ranking' in the 'sorting' process."

"Refuse, or hesitate. Once the Mist God and the Beast King of Ember have settled their battle, the Calamity of Wisdom has broken free from its interference, and the Law of Causality has woven its web, you will face a threat that will not be limited to me or him. This deal has an expiration date."