Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Meanwhile, deep within the holy city of Ohma, inside the Dawn Machine, a place no one could easily enter.

Bai Mo, who had been sitting quietly on the ancient stone seat as if he were one with the machine itself, slowly stood up.

Around the stone base, the amber-colored crystals that were originally growing slowly are now spreading and growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering every inch of the internal structure in an instant, and emitting an increasingly intense light.

A cold, unyielding will resonated within him.

Since the "black tide" is formed from the equation originating from the destiny of "destruction", it can erode and distort all things in Onpharos like a plague;

So why can't the "red tide" that he personally guided and created based on the concept of "existence" cover this land?

He was no longer wearing those worn-out clothes that had been weathered and were almost unrecognizable.

He changed into a brand new robe.

That was prepared for her by Aglaia in the 496th reincarnation, when Aglaia hoped that this dress would be her rebirth.

But when he actually put on that outfit, it was to mark his own end.

On the towering walls of Ohm, Star, idly swinging his legs, gazed at the orderly yet somewhat dull scene of the holy city below and let out a long sigh.

"Teacher Danheng... I'm so bored—" she drawled, her voice filled with a melancholy lament of having nothing to do.

Standing beside her, Danheng, who had remained vigilant and observant, shook his head helplessly upon hearing this. "You'd be better off staying put," he said.

He stated the facts in a calm tone, as if recalling a disaster, "Last time you also said you were bored, but that was just your excuse to swallow all the red clay in a certain little earth beast's basin in one gulp. Then, you found out that it wasn't the special red clay from Kexia that you liked to eat, and the taste was far inferior."

Xing: "Uh..."

Danheng continued to relentlessly reveal: "Then, in order to wash away the bitterness of the ordinary red clay in your mouth, you secretly drank the honey brew that a siren girl had just prepared and placed aside for her to enjoy while resting."

Xing: "Ah, this..."

Danheng: "The most crucial thing is that, in order to steal a drink without being discovered, you actually took the cold water from the water bottle in the rest area of ​​a small chimera after it finished working and poured it into the bottle containing honey to make up the number, and then put the 'honey' mixed with cold water back in its original place."

He paused, then recounted the chaotic ending: "Finally, when the little earth beast, the siren, and the little chimera, who had worked hard all morning, were taking their lunch break—their sky had fallen."

"Ah, haha, haha..." Xing scratched his head, an awkward but polite smile appearing on his face. "I... I eventually realized my mistake, and took them to the market to buy back everything they had lost!"

Dan Heng opened his mouth, but seeing Xing's expression as she tried to get away with it by being cute, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. "You did take them to buy it, but you also embezzled more than 50 kilograms of the limited quota of Summer Edition Red Soil under the pretext of 'buying special red soil for the little earth beast'... That little earth beast could only eat ordinary red soil for a whole week."

“If you’re really bored,” Danheng changed the subject, offering a constructive suggestion, “why don’t we take a few more pictures of our last moments in Onfaros? Judging from Ms. Aglaia and the others’ previous communications, if the Sky Titan campaign goes smoothly, nothing should be able to stop us from leaving Onfaros.”

He added, "Mr. Walter has already repaired most of the damaged carriage. Although it cannot be fully restored to its original state, it should be able to support our safe return to the Star Train."

Chapter 245 The Red Tide That Covers Everything.

Xing nodded, thinking it was a good suggestion. She picked up the camera that originally belonged to March 7th and looked around for the best angle.

"Danheng, speaking of which, we've filmed many wonders of Onphalus—the Holy City, the Tree Garden, the River Styx… but we've never really filmed the vast land of Onphalus itself properly, have we?"

"Why don't we just take a picture of the distant view of this land? That way we won't have to look at the photos on March 7th and complain that we went to such a magical world, but all we got were close-ups of ourselves and weird close-ups."

She adjusted the focus and aimed the lens at the boundless land beyond the city walls, a land that had witnessed countless stories.

With a crisp click of the shutter, a brand new sheet of photographic paper slowly emerged from the bottom of the camera.

"Hmm?" Xing picked up the photo, habitually waiting for the image to clear, then a look of confusion appeared on her face.

"What...what is that moving orange-yellow thing in the distance? It looks like a tide...is the camera lens broken in March? Or is it some kind of weather phenomenon unique to Onfaros?"

Xing looked up in the direction of the photo with a hint of doubt.

But the next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her breathing almost stopped.

At the edge of their vision, an endless, amber-colored crystalline tidal wave, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, was surging toward Ohma with a terrifying, all-consuming force, like a tsunami!

That sight was far more awe-inspiring than any of the Kuroshio Creatures.

A steady and familiar voice rang out from my side, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency.

Walter, who had somehow climbed the city wall, gazed solemnly at the sweeping amber tide.

"Something's very wrong; this is definitely not a natural phenomenon!" His voice was firm and resolute. "Let's go into the city immediately and check what's going on!"

When Xing, Danheng, and Walter rushed down the city wall and arrived at the Marble Market, once the most bustling and vibrant place in Ohma, the scene before them made them stop in their tracks, their hearts filled with indescribable shock and chill.

The once bustling streets, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, are now eerily silent.

The dazzling stalls still display their goods, but the people who should have been lingering here are like specimens forgotten by time, completely sealed inside by clusters of crystal-clear amber-colored crystals that emit a soft yet unsettling light!

Their postures varied; some remained in a running position, some looked terrified, and some seemed to be fast asleep, their faces frozen in the expression of their final moments.

The entire market seemed to be paused for a moment by some incomprehensible force, transforming into a vast and silent amber tomb.

"They...they can't all...they're all dead, can they?" Xing's voice trembled slightly, a nameless fear gripping her.

She couldn't imagine that so many vibrant lives might have quietly vanished within this beautiful yet eerie crystal.

Dan Heng frowned, took a few steps forward, and approached an amber crystal containing a female merchant.

He closed his eyes, a faint, cool mist and a subtle aura of dragon power swirling around him, as if he were sensing something. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and answered softly but clearly:

"Not yet." His words brought a glimmer of hope, but also a deeper worry. "These sealed people still have blood flowing in their bodies, and their vital signs have not completely disappeared."

“I can clearly sense that the speed of their blood flow, and all their physiological activities, are gradually slowing down. I’m not sure if they will eventually die, but at least at this moment, they are alive. That’s indisputable,” Dan Heng concluded.

"They're still alive? Doesn't that mean that if they're sealed off like this any longer, some of them might not be able to hold on and actually die?" Xing immediately grasped the key point; her sense of justice and quick temper made it impossible for her to sit idly by.

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately raised the reliable baseball bat in her hand, aimed at the nearest amber crystal, and was about to smash it down hard in an attempt to rescue the person inside!

However, just as her bat was about to swing down—

"Little Grey! No!!!"

A familiar, panicked cry came from the other end of the street! It was from the other "Tis" who remained in the Holy City! Their figures quickly appeared from the street corner, their faces filled with anxiety and lingering fear.

Hearing this almost screaming rebuke, Xing instinctively lowered his wrist, abruptly stopping his swing! The tip of the bat was only a few centimeters away from the smooth amber crystal surface!

The leader, Tissot, rushed to Xing in a few flashes, grabbed her hand holding the baseball bat, and warned her sternly, "Little Grey! No! Under no circumstances should you have any contact with this strange amber!"

She glanced with lingering fear at the several larger amber clusters beside her, which seemed to contain more than one person inside, her voice trembling slightly:

"Among us... some people have tried to pull the people inside out, but instead were swallowed up by this strange force and sealed inside the amber together."

Any contact with the amber-colored crystal will cause it to spread rapidly and cover the point of contact as if it were alive, posing an extreme danger!

She looked directly at Xing with a serious gaze, then added emphatically, extinguishing any possibility of her taking a shortcut: "Even with your sturdy baseball bat... that won't work!"

at this time--

A deep, muffled roar, seemingly originating from the depths of the earth, suddenly resounded, causing the entire ground of Ohmma to tremble violently! Unsecured items in the market crashed and shattered. It was the Red Tide!

The amber tidal wave that had previously devoured everything outside the city had now crashed squarely against the tall and sturdy walls of Ohmma!

As the red tide approached, it was as if some signal was amplified. People in the city were horrified to discover that the amber crystals that had been quietly sealing people were growing at an accelerated rate!

The edges of the crystals seemed to be infused with new vitality, and began to spread and thicken outward at a visible speed. Even the suffocating feeling of "sealing" in the air became increasingly intense.

The crisis is escalating at an alarming rate!

At that moment, a blurry figure appeared in the sky above Ohma. And in his left hand, a crimson tide, exactly like the one outside Ohma, was surging!

Chapter 246 Walter teaches you a little trick to identify Kevin.

Once the figure had completely solidified in Walter's vision.

Walter felt as if his mind had been struck by an invisible hammer, leaving him completely blank for a moment, with a deafening roar echoing in his ears.

Is this...right?

That familiar silhouette, that figure etched deep in my memory... No, I must be seeing things.

Walter subconsciously took off his black-rimmed glasses, wiped them with his sleeve, and then put them back on.

Not sure, check again.

His gaze was fixed on the person in the air.

His short white hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and his upright figure carried a sense of composure that had endured countless battles. Especially his clothes... the details may differ, but the overall style and color scheme were so similar to the "him" he knew!

Oh my god! Even their clothes are the same!

Where did this come from? Is this still Onphalos?!

A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside him, and suddenly, he seemed to hear Ahana's demonic laughter.

In the air, Bai Mo's expression was as indifferent as ice. He slowly raised his hand, and the surging amber-colored crimson tide surged and compressed in his palm, eventually condensing into a giant meteorite.

The meteorite's surface flowed with a viscous luster, like a dying sunset, carrying the momentum to end everything, and locked onto the core region of Ohma below.

If this blow lands, the entire Ohma, along with the creatures within it that have not yet been fully transformed, will be completely solidified into a massive, eternal amber tomb, with no possibility of further struggle.

In the critical moment, Walter suppressed the turbulent emotions churning within him, and his sense of responsibility as the "head of the train family" instantly overwhelmed his personal feelings.

He turned his head and said urgently to Tison beside him, "Ms. Tison, please, immediately move Xing and Danheng to the Eye of Dawn and Dusk. That's the highest point of Onpharos, and it should be the safest place right now."

"Uncle Yang?" Xing called out, his face filled with worry. Dan Heng didn't speak, but the way he gripped Ji Yun's hand betrayed his inner turmoil.

Walter turned around, forcing a reassuring smile, and even deliberately making his tone lighter: "Hehe, don't worry. I'm a veteran with extensive experience on the Star Train. I'm confident I can escape unscathed from opponents below the Commander level."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the children's faces, his voice lowering slightly, "Moreover, the reason I asked you to leave first is simply because I'm worried that if the battle escalates and the affected area becomes too wide, I might not be able to spare the attention to protect you."

Bai Mo, watching from the air, observed their conversation and actions, but he made no attempt to stop them.

In his eyes, the red tide would eventually cover every inch of Onphalus, whether in the Eye of Dawn or elsewhere, their ultimate fate would be the same. Their struggles could not change their inevitable end.

After seeing Xing and Danheng obediently leave, Walter took a deep breath and cleared his mind of all the chaotic thoughts.

Regardless of who the opponent is, or why he possesses that face, stopping him is the top priority right now. He raised his hand, and the Star of Eden hovered in his palm, emitting a deep, dark purple-black light.

“I never expected it would come to this.” Walter’s tone carried a hint of weariness, but even more so, a resolute determination. “Eden’s Star, Zero Rated Power—Liberate! Pseudo-Black Hole!”

The buzzing sound intensified instantly! In front of Eden's Star, space shattered and collapsed like fragile glass, and a purplish-black sphere, roughly the size of a meteorite, suddenly formed!

That wasn't an ordinary attack; it was the singularity of gravity, an abyss that devoured matter! The immense suction force erupted, mercilessly tearing apart and swallowing everything between Walter and Bai Mo—the ruined buildings, the falling amber meteorite, and even the light itself!

This strike, powerful enough to shatter stars, finally caused a barely perceptible ripple in Bai Mo's indifferent eyes. He gazed at the simulated black hole that distorted space, as if examining a novel work of art.

“Interesting,” he commented softly, his voice perfectly calm. “A traveler from outer space, yet wielding a power that is not from any known destiny…”

Before he finished speaking, he casually stretched out his right hand to the side—a giant sword tightly wrapped in crystal amber appeared in his hand.

The giant sword was exactly the same as the "Heavenly Fire Judgment," and inside the translucent amber, a scorching lava-like light was slowly flowing, radiating a heart-palpitating high temperature and an aura of destruction.

The moment Walter saw the sword, he felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly by an icy hand, almost stopping its beating!

Heavenly Judgment! White hair! Blue eyes! These iconic elements arrived one after another, almost completely washing away the rationality of the "Herrscher of Reason".

But clinging to the last glimmer of hope, he asked, "Who are you? Why do you imprison all living beings in this amber in this way?"

Bai Mo's gaze pierced through the distorted boundaries of the simulated black hole, landing on Walter. He calmly uttered a few words: "My name is... Camerslana. This is... an act of 'salvation'."

"Salvation?" Walter almost laughed in anger. He suppressed his emotions and let out a long sigh.

“Hmph… I admit that Onphalus is in what you call the ‘end times.’ But what you’re doing, depriving people of their free will through eternal slumber, is that really salvation? In my view, it only drags more people who could have struggled to survive into this world!”

“Indeed.” Bai Mo, or rather, Kameslana, was not angry, but simply responded as if stating an objective fact, “Faced with the ‘Black Tide,’ the Onfaros civilization in this cycle has achieved a brilliant record.”

"But precisely because of this, you, and many survivors of this world, are far too naive. Naive to the point of forgetting that the existence before us is merely an insignificant microcosm of the endless river of time, a game of chess casually laid out by the high and mighty star gods."

“As long as Onphalus’s ‘calculation’ continues, this tragedy will never end. My method is the only solution to break this cycle of despair.”

This sentence structure? This indifferent tone that looks down on all living beings, treating everything as mere pawns?

Walter's heart sank further and further. He was almost certain that the "Kamerslana" in front of him was most likely the counterpart of Kevin, who was in another world and was known as the "savior"!

But he still needs a truly definitive piece of evidence.

Walter raised his head, his gaze piercing through the energy ripples that resembled a black hole, locking onto Bai Mo's eyes, and asked the question that had been buried deep in his heart: "So, Your Excellency, in your opinion... why do birds fly?"

Chapter 247 He is Walter, the man named "The World".

"Why do birds fly?" Bai Mo repeated the question in a low voice. He glanced at Walter, as if he saw something deeper.

Then, Baimer gave an answer with a core similarity to the one Walter remembered: "It sounds like pointless philosophical speculation. But if you insist on an answer... then I will tell you:

When the destructive 'black tide' descends upon the earth, sweeping everything away, birds that do not strive to fly will only face drowning in destruction! To survive, they must take to the skies!

He suddenly raised the Heavenly Fire sword in his hand, its scorching tip pointing directly at Walter. Destructive energy surged and roared within it, scorching the surrounding space until it was slightly distorted.

"Enough with the small talk. Onpharos is about to face its most crucial moment, and no variables can be allowed to interfere!" Bai Mo's voice was resolute and unwavering. "So, traveler from beyond the heavens, friend or foe? Choose!"