Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Please close your eyes and hold your breath."

After the three did as instructed, she continued to pray.

"This person once saved the fate of this world and many challengers from being strangled by [strife]..."

"This person will undergo a profound divine trial, proving his indomitable spirit, just as the oracle foretold..."

"[Conflict] is the hammer, the warrior the anvil, the heat and impact leave their scars, and demigods rise from them..."

Gradually, the three saw Gnaeus waving at them.

He said in a deep voice:

"Then, come forward—"

"—Souls that should not exist in this world, warriors awaiting forging, blasphemers..."

"Follow me through the fog and the flames of war, to confront the deepest fear in the hearts of warriors—"

"With your mighty strength, push away the darkness and restore the all-encompassing sunlight—so that all lost warriors may see the long road home."

……

After a moment of disorientation.

Yan Huan opened her eyes and found herself in a dream world that resembled the city of Ohma.

The surroundings were filled with echoes of conflict, constantly stirring up increasingly agitated nerves.

"Isn't this still within the city?" Yan Huan felt somewhat bored.

"What, you don't like it?" Wan Di looked at the mortals fighting in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Where there is conflict, there is killing... It is not surprising that the trial in Nicardi was so tragic."

“Killing is nothing, but when citizens fight each other, I really don’t know who to help.”

Yan Huan spread her hands and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the ones fighting the Ohma Guards right now should be the Suspended Peak Clan."

“Hmm…at least judging from the clothing, that’s certainly true.” Wan Di narrowed his eyes.

The two deliberately went to the side, not wanting to get involved in the conflict.

Along the way, in addition to the sounds of clashing swords, there was also a constant stream of arguments.

"You beasts, there is no place for you in Onfaros!"

"The scourge of Ohmma..."

"Even a king from a foreign land is no better than this."

"You can't escape, you swarming flies!"

Yan Huan immediately nudged Wan Di's shoulder.

"Tell me, what does this scene have to do with Bai E? It was clearly created based on you, wasn't it?"

"..."

"Is it so obvious?"

Wan Di narrowed his eyes and said unhappily:

"They're all fake things; don't be fooled by these illusions."

"Now you have the chance to make fun of me, but don't go crazy when you see the illusions in your own mind later."

"Huh? I'm not even an Onphalus, this thing is useless to me."

Yan Huan strode forward, quite calmly.

It's just an illusion; I've seen countless of them when I was capturing Suiyang.

A creaking sound suddenly came from the alley.

"?"

Yan Huan frowned and couldn't help but look in that direction.

A man was seen scraping a ceramic plate with a stainless steel fork, making a sharp sound.

Seeing the man's eerie smile, Yan Huan decisively pulled out a pistol from her pocket and pointed it at him.

'boom--'

A gunshot rang out, and the man fell to the ground.

Wan Di glared at Yan Huan and accused her:

"This...you're being too violent. You killed this citizen just for cutting a plate?"

"Doesn't this make you feel uncomfortable?" Yan Huan frowned and looked at Wan Di.

"I'm okay."

At the same time, another man walked towards the two of them, carrying a tray in one hand with a clump of yellowish-brown solid-liquid mixture.

He chuckled and quickened his pace, rapidly approaching the two.

"Hehehehehe—try the meal I just made, my lord!"

"???" Wan Di's pupils shrank sharply, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Before he could react, Yan Huan fired a shot on the spot.

'boom--'

The man collapsed to the ground, unwilling to die. Before he died, he rubbed his index finger on the yellowish-brown substance, then put it in his mouth and slurped it out.

"What's happening here?!"

Looking at the two men lying on the ground, Wan Di asked:

"Could their appearance be because of you?"

Chapter 1264: Not Afraid of Numbers

"How could that be? It must be because of Bai E!"

Yan Huan, dressed in camouflage, picked up a submachine gun and called out to Wan Di:

"Hurry up, hurry up! If there are more and more of these animals, it'll be troublesome!"

Not far ahead, Ohm soldiers were fighting with Suspended Warriors.

"Barbarian, tell me your name, so that your wretched fate may be the subject of my banquet conversation!"

Faced with the provocation of the Ohm soldiers, the Suspended Man remained unfazed: "My name is Padikas... I have come to avenge my people."

"Thief ha ha ha ha! Padikas? Even the screams of livestock waiting to be slaughtered are more melodious than that name!"

“Say what you will, you lowly Ohmans…” Padiccas’s face contorted with disgust. “I would rather die in battle than return in glory—the spirit of Suspended Peak will forever defend me!”

"Ha." The Ohm soldiers scoffed.

"Foolish barbarian, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"Die, you pig!"

Yan Huan and Wan Di stood at a distance, watching helplessly as the man named Padiccas was stabbed through the kidney.

He was still wailing in agony as he died.

“Madmos… Your Majesty…”

Why were we...exiled to the slaughter of a foreign land?

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan silently looked at Wan Di.

"If I don't remember the location, this is Ohmma, right?"

"Why do you think these two groups started fighting?"

"..." Wan Di remained silent.

At the same time, the Ohma soldier in front slowly turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Hey, isn't this the leader of the wild dogs? He actually delivered himself to our doorstep!"

"Since everyone in the Suspended Peak Sect is so eager to die, I'll give you a quick death!"

"Cowardly dog ​​king... die!"

The Ohm soldiers, wielding daggers and with ferocious expressions, charged towards the enemy.

“Da da da da da—”

After a burst of bullets, the soldier fell helplessly to the ground, his clothes stained with blood.

"What era are we living in that we're still using daggers?" Yan Huan blew on the smoking muzzle of the gun and asked.

"Is this all the Ohmah people like in your impression?"

"of course not."

Wan Di shook his head.

“It’s not that I intentionally smear the Ohmers; this is the work of [Dispute].

"This is all utterly absurd."

“I actually know him. In reality, he is an upright and honorable warrior, but he has been distorted into this twisted form by [the conflict].

"And there's that incessant noise that keeps echoing in my heart. Every time it rings out, my murderous intent becomes even harder to suppress."

"Then kill them."

Yan Huan tossed the submachine gun to Wan Di, who hurriedly caught it, not understanding his intention.

"I've already taken down so many enemies, and you haven't gotten a single kill. You're really slacking off."