197: Field Tianyuan Chessboard

On the battlefield.

Centered around the "Tianshu" mech, crisscrossing golden lines appeared out of thin air, extending wildly in all directions.

They were not simple energy lines, but chains of rules, materialized from the Laws of Order.

They forcibly formatted the sky within a ten-thousand-meter radius.

Clouds were cut into neat blocks, and strong winds were combed into straight lines.

Even chaotic elemental energy was forced to flow according to these orderly rules.

In an instant, this part of the sky transformed into a massive, rigidly structured chessboard.

The "Tianshu" mech was the "Tian Yuan" at the center of the chessboard.

It was the origin and core of all rules.

Valerius, who was caught in it, was horrified to find himself forcibly confined to a corner of the chessboard.

He tried to move sideways, but felt an invisible barrier firmly restricting him within a single square.

To move to an adjacent square, he had to follow the strange chessboard rules that had been forcibly implanted into this world.

This was a cage at the law level.

Valerius's face darkened.

He hadn't expected to be trapped in the opponent's domain due to a moment of carelessness.

"Petty tricks!"

He roared, and the dark origin within his body surged wildly.

He clapped his hands together forcefully in front of his chest, accompanied by a dull thud.

"Dark Realm Descends: Lament of Myriad Souls!"

From within him, endless darkness surged out like a tide.

This darkness seemed to possess a tangible power of decay and withering.

They surged and roared.

They aimed to completely dye this rigidly structured "Tian Yuan Chessboard," along with this part of the sky, in the ink-black color representing an end and despair.

The golden lines of the chessboard began to flicker intensely, alternating between bright and dim, under the erosion of the darkness.

Within the dark realm, countless wailing and sobbing sounds of souls echoed.

They were curses containing specific intentions, the unwillingness and regret of defeated generals, the resentment and curses of the abandoned.

They transformed into the most vicious mental pollution, corroding the "Tianshu" mech's armor, emitting a grating "sizzling" sound.

They even attempted to penetrate layer after layer of barriers, infiltrate the cockpit, and directly pollute Lin Yuan's soul.

However, inside the "Tianshu" mech's cockpit, Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

On the sensory interface before his eyes,

countless red alerts regarding "mental erosion intensity" and "law confrontation intensity" flashed wildly, but he ignored them.

Regarding Valerius's domain,

he had long anticipated it, and one could even say, he had been looking forward to it.

"Your law, the Southern Territory Intelligence Department spent a year analyzing it."

Lin Yuan's voice echoed within the chessboard.

"The charm of technology lies in preparation."

"When preparation is sufficient, even gods can be quantified, analyzed, and defeated."

"Initiate the 'World Purification' program."

The command was given.

On the silver-white armor of the "Tianshu" mech's surface, countless intricate and sacred golden patterns lit up.

A holy, majestic, and purifying aura emanated from within the mech.

They instantly spread throughout the entire world, following the golden lines of the chessboard.

Those Laments of Myriad Souls, which were enough to cause the mental collapse of ordinary legendary powerhouses,

upon contact with this golden light, their mournful wails turned into terrified screams, and then completely melted away like ice and snow.

The dark realm created by Valerius was forcibly cut open, separated, and purified by this light of purification.

"You...!"

Valerius's expression changed slightly.

He hadn't expected Lin Yuan to have even prepared such a comprehensive, exclusive plan specifically for his domain.

This feeling of everything being within the opponent's grasp made him feel a deep-seated unease for the first time.

... ...

Outside the Molten Heart World, in the boundless World Sea.

Here, spacetime was chaotic, and energy tides surged.

Worlds of varying sizes, like islands of flickering light and shadow, dotted the endless dark "ocean."

Two majestic figures, whose forms could not be described in words, stood in distant confrontation, separated by several worlds.

One of the figures was enveloped in brilliant, endless starlight.

He was one of the Guardians of the Blue Star Alliance, a demigod existence who had touched the realm of gods.

And the other figure

was perched upon an enormous "throne" made of countless fragments of shattered worlds, fused together.

His form was indescribable.

As if he were an amalgamation of all negative concepts like fear, hatred, and destruction, he was the Demigod of the Dark Star Empire.

Their confrontation was not one of flashing blades and clashing swords.

A single thought from the Dark Star Demigod caused the core of a desolate world, which had unfortunately approached the battlefield, to rapidly cool, and all its laws to move towards extinction.

The Alliance Guardian, on the other hand, extended a finger, and a ray of life-giving light traversed the void, falling into that dying desolate world.

A miracle occurred; the world's core was re-invigorated, and tender green shoots broke through the desolate land, growing tenaciously.

"You humans are truly like cockroaches, disgustingly tenacious."

The Dark Star Demigod emitted vast mental fluctuations, causing ripples in the surrounding spacetime.

"A mere Molten Heart can even make you stir up waves."

The Alliance Guardian's voice was calm and powerful, echoing in the void.

"The era of the Dark Star will pass. The future of the World Sea does not belong to you."

"Hahahahaha..."

The Dark Star Demigod burst into laughter, his mirth filled with disdain and arrogance.

"Future? Do you have a future? Look at this World Sea beneath your feet; how many civilizations have been reduced to dust under our 'great cause.'"

"Your Blue Star Alliance is merely the next one. Soon, all of you will become new nourishment for the Empire."

"Is that so?" The Alliance Guardian's voice took on a playful tone.

"I wouldn't dare say for other places, but in the Molten Heart, your people are almost completely wiped out, yet you can still boast here."

The Dark Star Demigod's laughter abruptly ceased.

Clearly, the sudden change in the Molten Heart's battle situation surprised even him.

"A few minor unexpected events, nothing serious."

The Demigod snorted coldly, and a terrifying will transformed into an invisible storm, sweeping towards the Alliance Guardian.

"In the face of true power, all schemes and tricks are meaningless."

"Once I suppress you, I'd like to see who in the small Molten Heart can stop me."

"Then let's try it."

The Alliance Guardian showed no weakness; the starlight around him flared, transforming into a vast river of stars, meeting the destructive storm.

"Let's see who runs out of their last bit of strength first."

The wills of the two demigod-level existences collided again, triggering even more violent spacetime tremors, causing several surrounding worlds to begin to totter.

.......

And in the Molten Heart, beneath the sky completely enveloped by the 'Tian Yuan Chessboard,' Lin Yuan's voice once again spread throughout the entire battlefield.

"Valerius, the game, it's time to end."

Behind the "Tianshu" mech, twelve light wings made of pure energy suddenly unfolded.

The mech's aura surged at this moment, instantly breaking through an invisible critical point.

"Let me show you the power of technology."