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A deep, resonant hum, seemingly echoing through the very soul of the entire boundary, reverberated! It was not a physical sound, but a tremor caused by the violent shift of the very laws themselves! Under this pure silver light, the entire interior space of the Golden Tree seemed to have been plunged into an ocean of liquid silver, all colors stripped away and purified, leaving only that pure, holy silver!

In that instant, it was as if a cornerstone of the world had been fundamentally shaken!

Deep within the crimson swamp, the agonizing pain of decay receded briefly like a tide. Ratahn's decaying, colossal body shuddered, and its single, murky eye struggled to rise, piercing the crimson mist to gaze towards the distant golden tree. A long-lost clarity pierced through the madness.

Beside the cradle of the sacred tree, Malenia's sleeping eyelashes trembled violently, the burning sensation from the source of corruption within her body replaced by a cold, pure, piercing pain. Her eyes snapped open, their sharp light piercing the golden tree.

The Holy Grail in Monger's hand was desecrated as its blood splattered out, causing a sharp pain as the Great Rune was gripped tightly. For the first time, a look of non-mad horror appeared on his twisted face.

Deep within the volcano, lava tentacles writhe wildly on the blasphemous body, and restless roars shake the cavern.

At the magic academy, Queen Renara, the Full Moon Queen who had been relentlessly attacking Radagan with magic, her face filled with anger and sorrow, paused her actions. She looked out the window towards the golden tree and murmured, "...Runes...have changed?"

The gates of the Beast Temple opened, and a seemingly enormous beast emerged from it, its covered eyes gazing at the golden tree in the distance.

At that very moment, when the world was astonished, time seemed to be paused by an invisible giant hand. At that instant, everyone, regardless of the reason—sensing the movement of the Great Rune, driven by instinct, or simply looking up—who turned their gaze toward the presence of the Golden Tree, whether they were demigods, soldiers, civilians, beasts, or wandering spirits, were momentarily stunned.

Time seemed to freeze. All who gazed upon the Golden Tree were frozen in a daze. In their eyes, countless exquisitely detailed silver streaks were rapidly ascending from the roots of the Golden Tree, along the deep grooves in its ancient trunk. Wherever the silver streams passed, the glorious golden light that had illuminated the borderlands for millennia, a symbol of absolute order, was quickly stripped away, dimmed, and dissolved like paint corroded by strong acid, completely covered and swallowed by that pure, almost indifferent, holy, and chilling silver!

Those who believed in the Golden Law panicked at the sight, while those who hated it laughed. The ambitious saw an opportunity, for they all knew about the Elden Ring and that something must have gone wrong with the Golden Law.

Inside the Golden Tree, the lingering shadow of the Elden Ring has completely vanished, leaving only the pure, cold, and endlessly vibrant silver light flowing eternally.

Xiling looked at Remian in front of her, or more accurately, at Remian who contained the Elden Ring.

Remien slowly opened her eyes. The lingering effects of the torrent of laws still remained in her pink pupils. She blinked, her gaze finally refocusing on Xiling: "This... counts as... a success?"

Xiling shook her head. "The underlying rules of the Golden Law have been completely removed and overwritten. The framework of the Silver Law has been successfully embedded into the origin of the world, but because it lacks the Great Rune, it cannot exert its original effect."

Not only the Great Rune, but also the Death Rune, the Predestined Death, need to return to the Elden Ring.

Only when the Elden Ring truly reaches perfection can the brilliance of the Silver Law cover every inch of this world, every breath of air, and every existing soul without hindrance, completely replacing gold and becoming the defining law of all things.

And by then:

Golden blessings, vanished like smoke.

Death, which is ordained, will come equally to all beings. The cycle of life will then continue.

Under the Silver Law, all life forms—the faded, the mountain spirits, the hybrids, and even unimaginable forms—will share the equal starting point of the "Silver Blessing."

Contribution—the sole passport: The Silver Law, cold and precise, scans every existence equally. Regardless of birth, race, or power, the only measure is creative and transformative "contribution"!

For example, if someone creates a new spell, then that person is the contributor.

For example, if someone creates a new weapon, they are also a contributor.

Diligent people will be blessed.

The brave will be blessed.

Kind people will be blessed.

Those who work hard will be blessed.

If the Golden Law is likened to eternity.

The Silver Law, then, is about pursuing progress.

The Silver Law, like an orderly machine, observes all things equally, and anyone who believes in the Silver Law will receive its blessings.

Just as Remian was trying to sense the Elden Ring within her body, a strange feeling arose in her heart. Her body began to change, and her vision began to rise. She seemed to be observing every place in the borderlands. She saw those who prayed devoutly, she saw Kevin and Penglai Temple Jiuxiao in Red Lion City with their faces covered by armor, and she also saw the Faded Ones and Menggot in the depths of Galid.

"Look a little more," Remian instinctively thought, and then her gaze began to shift again. Soon, in her field of vision, a tall man stood up, exuding an aura. He had come from afar, and his destination was the royal city. The man seemed to sense Remian's gaze and glanced at the sky. At that moment, Remian's gaze changed again.

At the eye of the storm, a giant dragon coiled, or perhaps awaited its demise. The view shifted again as a beast raced from Galid toward the royal city at an unimaginable speed.

Remien could feel something sealed on the back of the other person's hand.

Just as Remian was about to examine it further, a pulling and paining sensation came to her senses, and she looked at Xiling, who was looking somewhat worried.

Xiling watched as Remi's pupils refocused and lingered on her, then breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest. Xiling said irritably, "Don't scare me like that if you're okay."

Remien was still a little dazed. "What happened to me?"

Luo Tianyi, standing nearby, said worriedly, "Sister An, you don't know, your eyes just turned silver! It scared Xiling and me half to death!"

"Don't ask about those things yet. Do you feel like something's wrong?" Xiling's eyes kept scanning Remi'an. No matter how you looked at it, there shouldn't be anything wrong with her body. In fact, her body was even starting to improve.

In response to Xiling's question, Remian briefly checked her body, and then, with Luo Tianyi and Xiling's assistance, slowly stood up from her wheelchair. After regaining her balance, she even jumped slightly before giving Xiling and Luo Tianyi a smile, "As you can see, there's probably no problem."

Xiling and Luo Tianyi were finally relieved.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Countless corpses lay scattered on the desolate sand dunes. Iron boots trod on the sand without making a sound. A person clad in black armor stared directly at the massive figure.

Ratan, who was still somewhat conscious, felt an immense sense of oppression, which gradually intensified over time.

At this moment, Ratan felt joy, for he sensed the premonition of death. He was excited, and he roared, "My name is General Red Lion, Ratan!"

The sound waves swept across the wasteland like a tangible force, whipping up a sandstorm that blotted out the sky! Where the sandstorm passed, the already withered corpses instantly turned to dust, and even slightly larger rocks were scraped away layer by layer!

Facing the terrifying sandstorm, Kevin remained unmoved. The surging crimson sandstorm underwent a strange change when it reached a radius of about ten steps around him.

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That wasn't the sound of something being blocked; it was more like the death whistle of sand being instantly ignited and sublimated! The raging sandstorm, as it approached Kevin, seemed to have crashed into an invisible, extremely hot barrier. Every grain of sand was instantly ignited, transforming into a tiny yet blazing flame!

Without any unnecessary movements, Kevin's hand gripped the hilt of the greatsword slung across his back. With a low, grating metallic scraping sound, the greatsword was slowly drawn.

The sword was raised, pointing straight at the colossal shadow atop the dune. Kevin's voice came from beneath his helmet, deep and cold:

"Feel this blessing from the supreme will..."

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Stars Moved

The blazing sun and gravity clashed at this moment.

Not far from the Weeping Dunes, in the city of Red Lions, countless soldiers stared in horror at the Weeping Dunes. The outermost edge spun like a tornado, whipping up layers of sand waves, while in the center of the dunes, it was as if a sun had risen, followed by a huge mushroom cloud.

Lord Jellian stood on the city wall, gazing at the catastrophic phenomenon in the distance, his eyes shining with anticipation, for he knew that his friend Rataen was fighting with all his might.

Jellian recalled the black figure who descended from the sky and revealed his purpose amidst the wary gazes of the Red Lion City crowd.

"This ceremony should end now. Tell me, where is your general?"

Recalling this, Jellian looked into the distance and thought, "General, this might truly be the last time."

Like a raging fire, or even more like a blazing sun, Kevin was constantly radiating intense heat. His greatsword ignited with flames and clashed with Rataen's two massive blades, instantly causing the surrounding sand to tremble with terrifying energy once again.

In daylight, Kevin and Rataen, who wields gravity magic, are engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle. Their fight demonstrates the power of brute force, seemingly devoid of any specific techniques, a pure contest of strength. But is that truly the case?

The answer is no.

Kevin's strength and speed were so great that Ratan had no chance to fight back. Ratan, who was in extremely poor condition, barely managed to make the battle appear to outsiders as a contest of strength by relying on his control of the battle and Kevin's straightforward attacks.

Even though he was being tormented by the crimson corruption to the point of wishing he were dead, Rataen still sensed that the person in front of him had not only not been tired since the start of the battle, but that his strength was constantly increasing over time.

On the contrary, he was starting to feel the strain from using magic for so long.

Kevin descended from the sky, his flaming greatsword striking Ratan's crossed swords with tremendous force, sending dust flying as the two began their renewed contest of strength.

A horse neighed.

The horse's sudden neighing startled Kevin for a moment. Just then, Ratan used gravity magic again, concentrating the magic on his twin blades. He swung them with great force, pushing Kevin, who was in mid-air, far away. Kevin adjusted his posture in the air, landed on the ground, and slid continuously, leaving a long scratch on the sand dune.

Kevin stopped and did not continue the attack. He looked at the thing under Ratan's huge body and found that it was a horse, a skinny old horse.

"Was that horse still alive?" Kevin looked at the old horse under Ratan in confusion. During the previous battle, the horse was like a dead thing, neither neighing nor shouting, nor even moving. Kevin thought it was some kind of magical artifact.

Seeing the old horse coughing up blood and collapsing weakly to the ground, Ratahn actually fell down as well because the horse was on the ground.

Kevin, witnessing this scene, had a strange sense of déjà vu. He was supposed to be facing a powerful demigod, but what he saw seemed odd, as if... he was bullying the weak, bullying the disabled, only this disabled person was a bit too big.

"Should we fight or not? Should I have launched a sneak attack right now?" Kevin thought to himself as he strolled forward, deliberately slowing his pace as if to give his opponent time to react, stand up again, and fight him.

However, Ratan, lying on the ground, seemed oblivious to Kevin's footsteps. He looked at the old horse beneath him, vomiting blood. In the previous attack from Kevin, he had used as much magic as he could to withstand it. This caused the old horse, with its head drooping and its body drooping, to try to lift Ratan with its own body, just like... before.

The sound of flames burning the sand reached Ratan's ears. He raised his head and looked at the person in black armor who was not far away. With each step the other took, the sand under his feet seemed unable to withstand the other's heat, crackling loudly.

Is he going to die? Is he finally going to die? Can he finally die?

The scorching heat had begun to spread to his face, but Ratan felt a cool sensation in his chest, where he had placed the Great Rune. In this coolness, he regained a sliver of reason, just like the moment when the Golden Tree first changed.

Kevin stopped in his tracks, for he saw Rataen take out his own Great Rune from his chest; its silver light was so pure, as if it had purified everything.

Ratan's eyes were expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow. He gazed at the large silver rune in his hand, then slowly floated up. Holding the rune, he turned his gaze to Kevin, his hoarse voice ringing out as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, "What is the purpose of your arrival?"

Kevin raised his hand, pointing at the silver rune in the other's hand, and his icy voice rang out at that moment, "As you can see, the Golden Age has ended, the new era belongs to the Silver Age. Ratahn, hand over the Great Rune."

“Silver?” Rataen looked into the distance. The once golden tree was now enveloped in silver, and its silvery light, like the light of the golden tree itself, illuminated the entire world.

Ratahn even felt as if he were being blessed by the other party, otherwise why would his spirit, which had long been corrupted by the crimson, become so clear at this moment?

"A new law? How gentle it is, willing to bless even my enemy?"

Ratahn closed his eyes, as if receiving some kind of blessing.

Kevin didn't move; he just quietly looked at the other person.

Time seemed to stand still at the Weeping Dunes, but the setting sun proved that time was slipping away. As if reaching a critical point, Rataen suddenly opened his eyes.

He cannot die yet, he must not die. He must go to the royal city to see that god, and he has not yet used all his strength to fight the enemy in front of him!

Ratahn placed the Great Rune back in its original position. In that moment, he seemed to return to his former self. The two great blades were once again in his grasp. Ratahn pointed at Kevin, his voice no longer hoarse, but deep and powerful: "Are you the king?"

With a flick of his greatsword, Kevin pointed the blade at Ratahn. "I am not a king, but merely the king's blade."

"Is that so? Then I will defeat you, and then go to see that king and that god! Go to see the laws that ushered in a new era!"

At this moment, Ratahn's eyes were no longer cloudy, but sharp and piercing. He raised his twin blades and roared loudly at the sky.

He will no longer hold back; he will give it his all.

The sky at the border was trembling, and countless people watched in panic. Atop the tower, a delicate, doll-like girl in blue, who should have been calm and composed in the face of anything, gasped at the commotion in the sky. Looking at the shaking sky, she whispered, "The stars are moving."

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Bet, Kevin Wins

Even though it wasn't night yet, countless shooting stars streaked across the horizon and descended upon the earth.

General Ratahn, the Shattered Star, is hailed as the strongest demigod hero.

He once single-handedly challenged and shattered a falling star.

It is said that after that, the fate of the stars was sealed.

Some say he shattered the laws governing the movement of stars, sealing them away from ever moving again...

Some say that the stars will start turning again when Rataen dies.

But they never seemed to have imagined that one day Rataen would voluntarily give up sealing the star.

That Ratahn, the Ratahn who was tormented by the crimson corruption to the point of losing his mind but still maintained the seal on the star, actually broke the seal himself. No one expected it, no one guessed it, and not even he himself could have imagined that such a day would come.

But that day came.

The earth was shaking continuously; it was the sound of a meteor falling to the ground.

Kevin stared directly at Ratahn in front of him. The other man's aura had changed, or rather, he had recovered. A terrifying sense of oppression emanated from him. Kevin, facing this oppressive aura, didn't even notice that Ratahn was smiling. Kevin was smiling.

That's how it should be. The opponent is a demigod, the strongest demigod. His previous demeanor was like that of a withered old soldier, not at all like the strongest.

Kevin now has a certain obsession with fighting, namely, fighting against powerful enemies. Perhaps, as Xiling said, Kevin is simply not human. He has terrifying combat talent, and he learns something from every battle he experiences.

Kevin needs power, he desperately needs power, because Xiling once told him that their world would face an apocalyptic catastrophe, an insurmountable end.

Kevin still remembered what Xiling had said to him when she talked about the final end.

"To be honest, even with my help, we might not win, but... I'll definitely go help anyway."

"Try to preserve some embers. If I die, remember to erect a tombstone for me 5 years from now, and burn some paper money for me every year, okay!"