Chat group, if you have anything to say to my Holy Sword,

"Wouldn't that be a dereliction of duty on my part as a hero?"

Remien chuckled softly, releasing Xiling from her embrace, her usual smile returning to her face. "Well then, there's something I'd like to ask the Hero."

Upon hearing this, Xiling immediately stood up straight. She turned around, her silver hair tracing a graceful arc in the air, and snapped her fingers crisply: "Ding! Hero's Q&A Time—officially begins! Speak, Miss Remian, whatever your question, this hero will answer it for you!"

Remian began by voicing her question: "How can we reduce the extreme worship of the Silver Law?"

“This problem is neither difficult nor simple.” Xiling pushed Remian, who was in a wheelchair despite having a healthy leg, to the edge of the Elden Throne, and the two looked down.

Countless people knelt on the ground, bowing to the silver tree as if offering their faith, repeating the act of kneeling in worship.

Looking down at the people below, Xiling spoke, "They know nothing about the Silver Law, so someone needs to tell them what proper prayer is."

“The right prayer…” Remian repeated the word unconsciously, pondering its profound meaning.

Xiling reminded him, "Think of your hometown, Remian, think of Lateran."

"Latran..." This name struck like a thunderbolt, instantly shattering Remian's chaotic thoughts!

"—The Holy Scripture!!!"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Confused Crowd

The rugged stone gates of Red Lion City, weathered by war.

"As part of the bet, I'll take this." Kevin looked at the large rune in his hand, which shimmered with pure silver light. His voice carried a hint of ease, but also a sense of solemnity. In the end, he had won the bet.

Ratan nodded steadily, his crimson beard fluttering slightly in the evening breeze, his resolute face showing no sign of reluctance: "It should be so." His voice was deep and frank; a promise is a promise, especially an agreement with his new friend Kevin, which was even more worthy of being kept.

Kevin glanced at the Great Rune in his hand, then at Rataen, scratched his head, and asked uncertainly, "Is it okay if the Crimson Corruption in your body doesn't have the Great Rune?"

Ratan did not answer immediately. His weathered eyes looked beyond the towering walls of Red Lion City and into the distant horizon, where the enormous silhouette of the Silver Tree, which was clearly visible even in the twilight and radiated an eternal, soft silver glow, was visible.

“The new law…” Ratan’s voice carried an indescribable calm. “It appears gentle, illuminating all things, yet it contains an unquestionable will to order.”

"Where this radiant light of order shines, even the crimson decay, like a maggot clinging to a bone, is... rapidly receding and falling silent."

"That's good. Since everything's alright, we'll be going now." Kevin nodded and waved to the nearby Penglai Temple. Just as the two were about to return to the royal city directly through the chat group...

“Wait a moment, Kevin,” Ratahn called out to Kevin in a deep, powerful voice.

Kevin turned his head. Ratan, the former Shattered Star General, stood before him, his massive body seemingly bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. His gaze, piercing through the gaps in his visor, locked onto Kevin. His eyes held none of the former arrogance and fighting spirit, only a settled, almost rock-solid seriousness.

“Kevin, it won’t be long before I travel to the royal city to pay my respects to that king and that god.”

Kevin turned around completely. "What do you want to do? Let me tell you first: if you're going to cause trouble, I won't plead for you when that guy's sword comes down."

Kevin was referring to Xiling.

Kevin's words reminded Ratan of the terrifying momentum generated by the previous clash between black and white. He had heard of the black one, the Black Sword Maricus, who represented death to his opponent at the border, a being that terrified countless people.

As for the other white one, he could guess that it was the king of the Silver Law, with terrifying strength, who actually defeated the Black Sword Maricus.

Ratan slowly shook his head, his heavy armor reflecting a cold, hard luster in the red glow of the setting sun. "I have received the blessing of the Silver Law, which means I will become one of you, and..."

A terrifying fighting spirit surged from Ratahn, and he said, word by word, "The war of the Silver Law is far from over. I will stand with you—like the First King Gorgre, with my body as my shield and my sword as my oath!"

"...Are you serious?" Kevin looked at Ratan strangely, not quite understanding why the other was doing this.

This time, Ratan did not reply. Instead, he turned and walked into Red Lion City. Kevin blinked, then turned around and went back to the royal city through the chat group.

As Kevin's presence vanished instantly, Ratan touched his chest, the very spot where the Great Rune had once been. He recalled the warmth emanating from the Great Rune during his battle with Kevin, a warmth that brought him peace and reassurance—a feeling the Golden Law had never given him.

.......

"Wow——!!!"

The piercing scream was immediately choked off by the oncoming wind.

The faded one felt like a tattered rag doll clutched in the hands of a mischievous child. Everything in sight—jawy rocks, withered giant trees, cracked earth—was receding wildly and blurrily, so fast that the retina could only capture a distorted, nauseating torrent of color. This was no longer traveling; it was some kind of torture!

And things got even worse.

The solid, broad back below suddenly sank, followed by an unpredictable, heart-stopping vertical ascent! The feeling of weightlessness gripped the faded man's internal organs instantly, as if they were about to burst out of his throat. He gripped the cold metal bars beneath him tightly, his knuckles white, watching helplessly as the ground receded from him at an alarming speed. In the blink of an eye, the entire world was dozens of meters below, transformed into a shrunken and distorted abstract painting.

"What a terrible thing—!!" This time it was a complete, tearful wail. The dizziness felt like countless fine needles piercing deep into his brain.

"What happened?" came a steady voice from below, without even a hint of panting. He was carrying two people and a heavy metal cage on his back, running and leaping as if walking on flat ground, his tone filled with pure confusion. The King of Omens clearly did not understand the suffering of the passengers on his back.

The man whose skin had faded felt his stomach churning. He suppressed the urge to vomit and weakly groaned, "N-nothing...don't worry about me..." He swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva with difficulty. "I...sometimes...like to talk to myself..." After saying this, he felt as if his soul was being thrown out of his body by the jolt.

“There’s something wrong with your soul.” Montgomery’s conclusion was firm and authoritative. He even slowed down slightly, though it was still frighteningly fast for the Faded One.

"No...no! Don't overthink it!" The Faded One quickly denied, while internally screaming, "Even if it's not true, I feel it's pretty much true!"

The Faded One laboriously turned its stiff neck to look at the unfortunate fellow riding with it—Munger, bound tightly like a dumpling by thick chains, was curled up in the metal cage beneath it, eyes closed, clearly still unconscious. The Faded One itself, like a rather undignified piece of luggage, sat cross-legged on the cold roof of the cage.

Ultimately, Montgomery was moved by their blood ties and could not bring himself to kill Montgomery.

Knock him unconscious, tie him up, and take him back to the capital under strict guard, to be discussed later—this was the best that the dutiful and ominous king could do.

The reason the Faded One chose to accompany Monger on this "hellish roller coaster" instead of using the stable chat group time travel system was because he was worried that if Monger woke up halfway through and suddenly started causing trouble, he would be there to help.

As for Luo Tianyi? After swiftly and decisively clearing away the swarms of soldiers blocking her way, she merely wrinkled her delicate nose, glanced disdainfully at the battlefield filled with blood and dust, left a muffled whisper, covered her nose, turned into a speck of light, and disappeared, traveling back in time.

Another sudden, unpredictable plunge! The intense feeling of weightlessness made everything go black for the Faded One, his heart slamming against his feet. He squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in the cold, rough iron bars of the cage ceiling, only one thought remaining in his mind: Royal City… Xiling… when will this torment end!

......

It was morning when the Faded Ones finally escaped the torture-like high-speed movement of Mongot and their feet touched the solid, cold stone bricks on the edge of the royal city again.

Before even entering the city, the Faded One told Mongot what was going on, and then used the chat group time travel system to apply to come to Xiling's side.

After the other party agreed, the Faded One originally thought he would appear in Xiling's room, but he didn't...

The air in the meeting room was thick with an almost desperate anxiety. He blinked his eyes, which were stinging from the bright light, and after a moment, he could see the scene in the round meeting room. There were three people in total, two of whom looked distressed, as if they were racking their brains to think about something.

The faded one looked at the two people with sorrowful faces:

Kevin was slumped in his chair in an extremely contorted position, his face filled with utter despair.

Xiling propped her head up weakly with one hand, while the fingertips of her other hand pressed hard against her throbbing temples.

The Faded One blinked and walked over. "Kevin, Xiling, what's going on with you two? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping at this time?"

Kevin suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the faded one, his gaze a mixture of extreme exhaustion, resentment, and accusation of "Why did you take so long to arrive?" His lips were turned down so low they almost touched the ground.

Xiling slowly raised her face, and when her eyes, which had lost their luster, focused on the faded one, they suddenly burst forth with a terrifying light, almost like a hungry wolf seeing a bone! It was the ecstatic joy of a drowning person seeing a piece of driftwood!

"What kind of weird look is that?!" The faded one felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took a half step back, shouting with disgust, "Just say what you want! Stop staring at me like that!"

Xiling completely ignored his disgust and protest, sprang up from her seat with such speed that she created a gust of wind, rushed to the back of the Faded Man in three steps, and pressed her hands heavily on the Faded Man's shoulders with irresistible force, forcibly pushing him into an empty chair next to Kevin. The force was so great that the chair legs scraped the floor with a screeching sound.

Xiling's finger trembled as she pointed at the faded figure, as if she had thought of something exciting. "You studied magic, you must be very intelligent."

The faded one said impatiently, "What do you want? Just tell me, or I'm going back to catch up on my sleep."

Xiling retorted with equal dissatisfaction, "Sleep, sleep, sleep my ass! Can't you sleep one less day?"

Of course, those who have faded can sleep less for a few days. The only ones in the group who can't afford to sleep less are Luo Tianyi and Penglai Temple Jiuxiao. That's why these two are not in the meeting room, but at home sleeping soundly.

"You'd better tell me what you're going to do."

Xiling handed a piece of paper to the Faded One, who glanced at it with a puzzled look, then looked completely bewildered. The Faded One asked uncertainly, "Are you writing some kind of religious text?"

"This is called a sacred text!" Xiling seemed to have lost her last bit of strength, and slumped back into her chair with a thud, her face falling onto the table. Her voice was filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"The Holy Scripture?" The Faded One was even more confused. He turned to Kevin and asked, "What's going on? Why are you guys suddenly doing this?"

Kevin sighed, poking his messy hair with the pen, and explained weakly, "You teleported back directly, didn't you see the city?"

The Faded One shook his head; he had been teleported back directly, how could he possibly have seen it?

At this moment, Remian, who had been sitting a little further away, engrossed in writing, looked up. Completely different from the two listless figures beside her, although her face also showed signs of fatigue, her eyes remained bright, and a gentle smile even graced her lips: "The Silver Laws created by Xiling, while possessing lofty and beautiful ideals, currently lack concrete and authoritative explanations and guidance."

"This has led many to fall into blind, fanatical worship, failing to truly understand what the law advocates."

"Someone must step forward and write this guide to lay the foundation for the dissemination of the law."

The Faded One nodded knowingly, then looked at Remian, or rather, at Remian's hair, with a puzzled expression. "Anna, what's wrong with your hair?" the Faded One asked, puzzled.

"Hmm, you mean this?" Remian glanced at her white hair, then smiled. "The Silver Law's effect is minimal."

“Once we successfully remove and stabilize the Elden Ring, Ann’s external features will return to normal.” Xiling’s voice drifted muffled from the table. Xiling looked at the faded one, her tone casual, as if informing him in passing:

"Oh, right, Ah Tui, there's something I need to tell you beforehand."

"Why is this related to me?" The Faded One looked at Xiling.

Xiling tilted her head, as if stating that the weather was nice today: "Didn't I tell you before? All believers who receive the blessing of the Silver Law will gradually move their life forms closer to the origin of the law. This is a deep, essential level of convergent evolution that will eventually eliminate the excessive physiological gaps between races and achieve a relatively balanced average state... uh, to put it simply, everyone will gradually become more or less the same."

As Xiling spoke, she seemed to have thought of something extremely interesting, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, letting out a low, slightly mischievous chuckle.

The one whose eyes had faded now sharpened, sensing something was amiss, and immediately demanded, "What else! Xiling, you better tell me right now!"

"What's the rush? I'm telling you this: because those who believe in the Silver Law and receive blessings will gravitate towards it, and then they will have a distinctive characteristic."

What characteristics?

Xiling gave a thumbs up. "They're all white-haired!"

"Are you serious?"

Kevin glanced at the man whose hair had faded. "What's wrong with your white hair?"

The person whose hair had faded looked left and right, and all they could see were white hairs.

"...I didn't say anything was wrong with it."

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Chapter Forty: The Golden Mask

The topic is back on track.

The Faded One sat on the table with a similarly troubled expression. He was a magician, not some religious figure; he had no idea how to do this kind of thing.

"Can't we find someone to handle this?" Faded looked at Kevin and Xiling. He remembered that Remy Anko was the Holy Kingdom. Going there to ask for advice might be better than them racking their brains here.

Without looking up, Remien said, "If you asked about this where I'm from, you'd be sent to the Hall of Justice."

In a country that relies on the law, if you inquire about other laws, you might be tried as a heretic. There might not be any major problems, but you will definitely be arrested, and whether you are sent out of Laterano or somewhere else is another matter.

Upon hearing Remian's words, the Faded One gave up on seeking help from Remian's world, but he still spoke up, "Remian's words are fine, but the three of us have no experience with these things, what should we do?"

Xiling glanced at Kevin and suggested, "Why don't you go online and search it up, then you can refer to that?"

Kevin rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "You might as well show some sincerity. After all, you created the Silver Law, didn't you?"

Frustrated, Xiling rubbed his hair. He had tried his best to think, but he couldn't come up with anything. Although Remian wrote it quickly, 80% of it was unusable. It contained too many Lateran laws. It wasn't that it was completely useless, but some of them were indeed unsuitable for this world.

“I think we need to change our approach,” Xiling said, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

Kevin: "We should have changed our approach a long time ago. I don't even know what we're trying to hold on to."

"So, what are your thoughts, Xiling?" the faded one asked.

Xiling snapped her fingers. "As expected, we still need to find someone."

Kevin looked puzzled. "Who are you looking for?"

"native"

Xiling's words caused everyone to exchange puzzled glances.

......

After imprisoning his younger brother Munger, Munger planned to report the matter to the new king, Xiling.

As Montgomery walked out of the dark and damp prison, he saw several soldiers patrolling. It was an ordinary thing, but Montgomery noticed something strange about these soldiers.

The difference was very clear; Montgomery noticed it immediately. The soldiers who had once been numb and stiff, like walking corpses, now had unwavering resolve and anticipation etched on their faces, and Montgomery even noticed a silvery gleam in their pupils.

“They have embraced the new laws.” Montgomery’s hand clenched instinctively for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and let go.