"Good tactic."
The God of Law spoke, his voice as calm as ever, as if the fall of countless worlds was merely a gentle breeze. "The mental power evolved from the Destruction of numerous illusory worlds attacked my mind. Under normal circumstances, it might have truly injured me."
He paused, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips:
But at this moment--
The God of Law raised his hand and pointed to his own chest.
There, the light of the Holy Grail of Origin flickered. That light pierced through His body, illuminating every inch of His flesh, every law, and every Dao Pattern. Under that light, the illusion of the Fall of All Realms vanished like mist, leaving no trace in His heart.
"With the protection of the Holy Grail of Origin, I am in a state of invulnerability to all magic at the Origin Point."
"Your Fall of All Realms— "
He gently shook his head:
"You can't break my order."
Lancelot remained silent.
He knew that the God of Law was telling the truth.
While the Fall of All Realms is powerful, it is ultimately an illusion that attacks the mind. The mind of the God of Law has long been merged with the Holy Grail of Origin, sharing the same origin as the Law of Order. To try to defeat Him with an illusion is tantamount to trying to defeat order itself with an illusion—that is impossible.
Since that's the case, let's try a different approach.
Lancelot took a deep breath and slowly clenched his right fist.
On the fist, countless lines of power began to emerge. These were not ordinary lines, but the lines of "Endless" itself—each Dao Pattern representing the weight of a world, each curve the condensation of a sea of stars, each node the Termination of a vast universe. When all the lines converged on the fist, that punch would carry the full power of "Endless".
Endless Divine Fist.
When Lancelot ascended to the throne of God King, the ultimate technique he used against the Eternity Sun God was not an attack on the mind, nor an attack on the laws, but the purest form of attack—a material attack. With a single punch, the weight of countless worlds was simultaneously superimposed, the power of countless star seas erupted simultaneously, and countless Destruction descended simultaneously. Any being struck by this punch, no matter how Sturdiness, how powerful, or how Immortal, would be crushed, torn apart, and utterly annihilated by pure power.
Lancelot clenched his fist, the power lines on his knuckles growing denser, brighter, and more Berserk. Every single line burned, roared, and yearned—yearned to unleash this punch, yearned to shatter that absolute order, yearned to prove with the purest power that "Lawless and Heaven-Defying" could also exist in this world.
"God of Law-- "
Lancelot spoke, his voice deep and resonant like ancient thunder:
"Take this punch."
The words had barely left his mouth.
He threw a punch!
The punches Infinity!
It's not like a dragon, but like "Endless" itself!
Wherever the fist passed, the Void was not torn apart, but "filled"—filled with the weight of countless worlds, filled with the power of countless star seas, filled with countless Destruction! All matter that had existed, was existing, and would exist converged, superimposed, and exploded in this punch, transforming into a torrent of power capable of crushing everything!
The torrent flows towards the very God of Law!
The God of Law looked at the incoming punch, and a hint of seriousness finally flashed in his eyes.
He sensed it—this punch was not an ordinary attack of force, but the condensation of the power of "Endless" itself. It was the weight of countless worlds superimposed, the power of countless star seas converged, and the condensation of countless Destruction. Any defense would be crushed by pure power in the face of this punch; any order would be torn apart by absolute violence in the face of this punch.
He cannot take it head-on.
But He cannot retreat.
For behind the God of Law are the warriors, troops, and affiliated civilizations of the Northern Spirit Empire, who are watching this battle and awaiting His response. If He retreats, the faith of those civilizations will waver; if He retreats, the dignity of order will be damaged; if He retreats, the outcome of this battle will be skewed.
Moreover, this battle was initiated by the Lord of Endless, who actively intervened in the war between the Northern Spirit Empire and the Primordial Heaven.
so--
He cannot retreat.
The God of Law took a deep breath and raised both hands simultaneously.
"Order."
He uttered two words.
Before Him, the power of order frantically coalesced! Countless laws surged from His body, countless patterns intertwined in the Void, and countless chains of order extended from all directions, layer upon layer, densely packed, forming one defense after another before Him— the Law of Gravity coalesced into the first barrier, the Decree of Causality into the second barrier, the Law of Time into the third barrier, the Law of Space into the fourth barrier... one after another, layer upon layer, as if bringing the entire order of the universe to withstand this punch!
The Endless Divine Fist arrived with a thunderous roar!
Boom!!!!
The deafening roar shattered Space-Time!
The first barrier, the Law of Gravity —shattered!
Wherever the fist passed, the Law of Gravity shattered like glass! The universal gravitation that holds the stars together was as fragile as paper before this punch, crushed into dust by pure power!
The second barrier, the Decree of Causality —shattered!
Wherever the fist passed, the Decree of Causality vanished like smoke! The cycle of cause and effect that determines good and evil retribution was as illusory as an illusion before this punch, torn to shreds by absolute violence!
The third barrier, the Law of Time —shattered!
Wherever the fist passed, the Law of Time evaporated like flowing water! The river of time, which governs the past and future, stopped and flowed backward before this punch, completely disrupted by its Endless power!
The fourth barrier, the Law of Space —shattered!
Wherever the fist passed, space itself was torn apart like a canvas! The space that carried all things collapsed and shrank before this punch, completely shattered by the Berserk force of the fist!
One after another, layer upon layer, all barriers of order shattered, vanished, and annihilated before this punch!
The fist's edge aimed straight at the God of Law's brow!
Little by little, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter.
Just as the fist was about to touch his brow, the God of Law moved.
He neither dodged nor retreated, but simply raised his hand—
With a gentle touch, he placed his finger on the knuckles.
"Town."
He uttered a single word.
In an instant, Lancelot's fist stopped advancing.
It wasn't blocked by force, but "suppressed"—the Berserk power of the Endless Divine Fist instantly solidified, froze, and stopped under that single finger. The weight of countless worlds, the power of countless star seas, and the countless Destruction were all frozen in that instant, unable to advance, unable to erupt, and unable to be released.
Lancelot's pupils contracted sharply.
He felt his fist being suppressed by an invisible force. That force was not resistance, not neutralization, but "definition"—defining where this punch should land, defining where this punch should stop, defining that this punch should not go any further.
This is the power of Absolute Order.
It's not about fighting strength with strength, but about negating strength with "definition". Within order, even the strongest power must obey the definition; within the law, even the most violent punch must abide by the rules.
Lancelot gritted his teeth, his fists trembling wildly as he tried to break free from the suppression.
But the pressure remained completely still.
The God of Law looked at the trembling fist before him, his gaze calm as still water.
"Lord of Endless-- "
He spoke softly, his tone as calm as stating a fact:
"Your Endless Divine Fist is indeed powerful. Elsewhere, it might truly shatter my order."
But here--
He slightly raised his head, his gaze passing over Lancelot and looking at the void behind him:
"On these ruins of the Primordial Heaven, I am order, and order is me. As long as I stand here, your fists cannot penetrate."
Lancelot remained silent.
He knew that the God of Law was telling the truth.
However, he does not believe that anything in the world is absolute. The essence of the Endless body is change, which means that everything in the world has a variable. Even if this variable is very small, as long as you find it and amplify it, you can leverage everything.
The power patterns on his fist ignited once more! The power within him surged wildly, all converging on his right fist! He would use even greater force to break through this damned suppression!
The fist trembled violently, and the suppressive force began to loosen!
The God of Law raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Still not giving up?"
He spoke softly, his fingers, resting on his fist, trembling slightly.
An even stronger suppressive force poured down!
The power patterns on Lancelot's fist instantly dimmed by more than half, and his entire right arm began to tremble, crack, and ooze golden divine blood!
But he didn't pull his fist back.
instead--
He laughed.
"Give up?"
He spoke in a low voice, the curve of his lips widening:
"Years of being high above others have made you forget the taste of failure, and I've never known what giving up means!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot raised his left hand and threw another punch!
Both fists punched at once!
The left fist slammed towards the God of Law's brow, while the right fist continued to contend with the suppressing force! Both fists erupted simultaneously, unleashing two Endless powers that caused the entire Void to tremble, groan, and crumble!
A hint of surprise finally flashed in the eyes of the God of Law.
He raised his other hand and pointed out with the same finger!
"Town!"
Another word was uttered!
Lancelot's left fist was also suppressed, stopping three inches in front of the God of Law's brow, completely still!
Two punches thrown simultaneously, two punches striking down together!
Lancelot's arms trembled, and divine blood dripped continuously from his fists. Each drop of divine blood carried his power, his will, and his "Lawless and Heaven-Defying," but it was evaporated, dissipated, and returned to nothingness by the power of order the moment it dripped.
But he still didn't pull his fist back.
Within those golden eyes, the Milky Way spun even faster, wilder, and more frantically!
The God of Law looked at him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"Lord of Endless-- "
He spoke softly, his tone carrying a hint of emotion for the first time:
"I admire your will and strength."
"But--"
He shook his head slightly:
That's enough.
"The power of a super-civilization is never something an individual can surpass, not even an existence at the Eternity level."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed forward with both hands at the same time!
Two suppressive forces erupted simultaneously!
Lancelot's fists were knocked away, and he was sent flying backward! He tumbled countless times in the Void, smashing through countless fragments of ruins, and finally managed to regain his footing thousands of miles away!
He was panting heavily, his arms hanging limply at his sides, trembling slightly. Divine blood was still dripping from his fists, staining the Void before him crimson. Every drop of that divine blood was burning, struggling, trying to prove his "existence," but was ultimately extinguished one by one by the power of order.
He looked up at the God of Law.
The God of Law stood silently in place, slowly withdrawing his hands. One hand hung naturally at his sides, while the other held the Holy Grail of Origin. His robes were perfectly straight, and his expression was as calm as still water, as if the impact of those two punches was merely a gentle breeze.
Despite appearing calm and collected, the God of Law could sense a force raging within his body—the residual energy of the Endless Divine Fist.
The two sides gazed at each other from afar, separated by the ruins of the Primordial Heaven and countless fragments.
All around, Void storm howled past, and fragments of laws shimmered with a faint light, as if bearing witness to this battle.
A moment later.
Lancelot slowly straightened up.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood turned into a golden glow at his fingertips and slowly dissipated into the Void.
"A super-civilization, a land of civilization, indeed extremely powerful."
The God of Law did not respond.
He simply watched Lancelot quietly, waiting for his next move.
The strength of the God of Law has never been to take the initiative, but rather to remain unchanged in the face of all changes. The best way to use the power of order is to strike after the enemy has made their move.
Lancelot took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the galaxy in his golden eyes had disappeared, replaced by an absolute calm—the calm of the eye of a storm, the calm before an explosion, the calm of "Endless" itself facing "order".
He raised his hand—
The Void cracked open once more.
But this time, it wasn't just one crack, or even four cracks, but countless cracks!
Countless rifts extended outwards from him, covering the ruins of the entire Primordial Heaven! Deep within each rift, gray mist surged—the deathly power of the Underworld! At the edges of each rift, sword light flashed—the sharpness of the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying! Around each rift, patterns of power burned—the lingering echoes of the Endless Divine Fist! Deep within each rift, phantoms of worlds appeared—illusions of the Fall of All Realms!
One by one, Particle Gods floated behind Lancelot, transforming into Endless Divine Ring that hovered behind him, providing him with a continuous source of power. Those Particle Gods, which were formed from the Primordial Divine Soul of the Primordial Heaven, also provided him with immense power, causing his aura to soar continuously.
All divine skills unleashed simultaneously!
God of Law witnessed this scene, a genuine sense of gravity finally flashed in his eyes.
The Lord of Endless finally unleashed his full power. Although he seemed confident of victory in words and deeds, the God of Law was actually extremely cautious in the face of the Lord of Endless. As the embodiment of order, He understood the enormous destructive and subversive effects of variables.
The God of Law raised his hand, pointing to the Holy Grail of Origin above his head.
The Holy Grail shone brightly!
The cold light of "existence" poured down, enveloping His entire body. Wherever the light passed, the power of order frantically condensed, the patterns of laws overlapped layer upon layer, and the chains of cause and effect extended one after another. His figure continued to expand, swell, and rise in the light, eventually transforming into a giant that stood tall and firm—not a giant among giants, but a giant of "order" itself!
"Bring it on--"
The God of Law spoke, his voice booming like a great bell, echoing across the vast Starry Sky and the boundless Astral Realm:
"Lord of Endless-- "
"Let me see if your ' Lawless and Heaven-Defying ' learned from the God of Battle can break through my—"
Absolute Order!
Lancelot did not respond.
He just--
Raise your hand and point forward.
Countless fissures erupted simultaneously!
A gray sea of mist surged forth, the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying slashed down simultaneously, the phantom of the Endless Divine Fist fist crashed down, and the light of the Fall of All Realms shot straight towards it! All the power, all the ultimate techniques, all the "Lawless and Heaven-Defying" converged into this one strike, pouring down on that towering giant of order!
The God of Law raised his hand and pushed forward.
The power of order also poured forth! The Law of Gravity, the Decree of Causality, the river of time, the barriers of space—all the laws, all the order, all the "absolute existence"—all transformed into an invisible barrier, meeting the Berserk "Lawless and Heaven-Defying"!
Two forces --
Above the ruins of the Primordial Heaven--
Head-on collision!
Boom!!!!
There was no sound, only the ultimate clash between "existence" and "nothingness"!
The light overwhelmed everything!
The Void has completely collapsed!
The laws have been completely shattered!
Cause and effect are completely severed!
Time is completely messed up!
The space has completely vanished!
In that instant, the entire ruins of the Primordial Heaven were utterly reduced to annihilation and decay!
I don't know how much time passed--
Perhaps it's a fleeting moment, perhaps it's Eternity--
The light gradually faded.
The energy gradually subsided.
The Void slowly solidified again.
On the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, two figures still stand facing each other from afar.
Lancelot stood at one end of the Void, his long, jet-black hair disheveled, his golden eyes dull and lifeless, his body covered with countless fine cracks—marks of power overload, wounds from the backlash of "Lawless and Heaven-Defying." His arms hung limply at his sides, trembling slightly; the divine blood on his fists had all drained, leaving only dried bloodstains. The Destruction Long Spear hovered beside him, the divine runes on its shaft completely dimmed, the singularity at its tip shrunk to almost invisible.
The God of Law stood at the other end of the Void, his body also covered in cracks. Those cracks were deeper, denser, and more shocking than Lancelot's —marks of being eroded by the power of zeroing, the imprint left by "Lawless and Heaven-Defying." The Holy Grail of Origin hovered above his head, and beside the old wound on its surface, a new crack had appeared, its depths visible. The light of law within the Holy Grail had dimmed considerably, leaving only a faint afterglow flickering.
The two gazed at each other silently across the Void.
No words were spoken.
No action was taken.
Only the roaring energy flow and its booming sound echoed in the deathly Void of the void.
a long time--
Lancelot moved.
He slowly raised his hand and grasped the Destruction Long Spear at his side. The spear trembled slightly in his palm, as if responding to its master's call. He tightened his grip on the spear, slowly raising it until its tip pointed at the God of Law.
But his movements were very slow, so slow that it seemed as if he was using up all his strength.
The God of Law looked at him but did not move.
Because He couldn't move either.
Those cracks covered His entire body, each one throbbing with pain. They were scars left by the power of zeroing, the mark of "Lawless and Heaven-Defying," and the marks slashed by the Lord of Endless with his life. If He moved even slightly, those cracks would split open again, bleed again, and be eroded by nothingness once more.
He could only watch Lancelot silently, watching the spear slowly rise.
The spear was raised to its highest point.
Lancelot gazed at the God of Law, his golden eyes devoid of fighting spirit or killing intent, only displaying an almost serene calm.
confirm.
He was trying to determine whether the God of Law was still capable of fighting.
And the God of Law was also watching him, confirming the same thing with the same calm gaze.
A moment later--
Lancelot slowly lowered his spear.
The gun tip dipped towards the ground, the barrel leaning against his side.
The God of Law, witnessing this scene, also slowly lowered his hands.
The two remained locked in a standoff, staring at each other, but neither made a move.
Because they all know--
Neither of them can kill the other.
Lancelot's Spear of Spear of Destruction can negate everything, but it cannot, in negating everything, negate the Absolute Order that carries billions of civilizations.
The Absolute Order of the God of Law can restrain everything, but it cannot, while restraining everything, also restrain the "Lawless and Heaven-Defying" that denies everything.
This is a battle with no winners.
It was a battle in which there were no losers.
It's a draw.
Lancelot gave the God of Law a deep look, then turned away.
Take a step forward.
His form vanished into the Void.
Behind him, only a slowly reforming ruin remained, and the God of Law stood silently upon it.
The God of Law gazed in the direction Lancelot had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.
Then He turned and left, tacitly acknowledging that Lancelot had taken away many Primordial Divine Soul.
In reality, the Northern Spirit Empire had already accomplished most of its mission by defeating and Destruction the Primordial Heaven.
The Divine Karma itself is only so big. After the Primordial Heaven was destroyed, a large portion of the gods of the Northern Spirit Empire filled the gap.
The Lord of Endless's devouring of the Primal Divine Soul increases his own weight in the Divine Karma, but this only expands the basic foundation of Divine Karma and has no real impact on the share obtained by the Northern Spirit Empire.
Lancelot understood this, which is why he took action. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked angering the entire super civilization. If the Northern Spirit Empire went completely mad and really targeted him, Lancelot might have been suppressed.
The two Eternity beings vanished into the depths of the Void.
Only the ruins of the Primordial Heaven remain, floating silently in the chaos, witnessing this ultimate showdown that had no winner or loser.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Void.
The Sun God is confronting the World Tree.
When he saw the fighting power Lancelot unleashed, his pupils contracted sharply, and his feelings were extremely complicated.
After taking one last, deep look at the World Tree, the Sun God left and returned to the Divine Realm.
Upon returning to the Pantheon, the Sun God immediately made a decision: he approached the God of Law had just returned to the Northern Spirit Empire.
The very first sentence directly expresses his feelings.
"We need to reach a cooperation agreement and achieve a breakthrough in faith as soon as possible. It is necessary to form Chaos Allied Forces; we cannot delay any longer."