Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"But we don't have enough manpower right now, so we can't let you set up your stall."

"When there are more people later, you can choose to do this. Unless there are special circumstances, I will not force you to be deployed."

"Alright, everyone get to work. The gardener has given us a job, hurry up and get to it..."

Urged on by Yan Huan, the three little chimeras walked toward the commission board.

"Finally finished."

Watching their retreating figures, Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Next, it's time to revive Tian."

Before arriving in Onphalos, Yan Huan had anticipated the possibility of casualties, so in addition to the Soul Pearl, she naturally brought the corresponding materials for shaping the body.

Now that Danheng is back, it's time to get started.

"Oh? Isn't this the newly appointed administrator, Lord Yan Huan? Where are you headed?"

As soon as Yan Huan turned around, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

Looking back, I was surprised to see it was the former administrator.

"Why did you come back? Shouldn't you be in a corner crying secretly right now?"

"Hehe, men don't cry easily."

The man smiled and looked at him.

"I just received some inside information... You came to the Garden of Life not actually for the Chimera, right?"

"You want to resurrect the avatar of Tirispeius, you want to resurrect an ordinary person without any divine power."

"Now that its divine power has been completely dissipated, even if it were to be resurrected, it would only be an ordinary citizen."

"She can no longer open the Gate to the Hundred Realms."

"What's going on?"

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

"Tian made so many contributions to Onfaros before, you have to interfere with my resurrection of her."

Although Yan Huan didn't go to see the oracle with Dan Heng, she had heard about what these messengers had gone through.

As Xia Die once said, Tirispius's number of clones was never more than three.

In order to spread the divine message, they traveled around Onphalus for many years, until only three remained.

If the Soul Pearl hadn't been inserted, there would probably only be two left now.

"Please, Lord Yan Huan, who hasn't made contributions to Onfaros?"

The senator shrugged and said:

"Look at the people in our Senate, aren't they busy to death every day?"

"If you have so much free time, you might as well save your resources and energy for something more meaningful."

"What meaningful thing?" Yan Huan looked completely bewildered.

"Hehe, you're really good at pretending."

The man clapped his hands, and three beautiful young women emerged from the corner, laughing.

They were dressed very lightly, had fragrant hair, and were very young.

Bathed in the light of dawn in Kefaller, it appeared incredibly delicate.

“Once we pull the Golden Clan off the throne, there will be countless women like them.”

Have you ever tasted the Fagina Secret Brew worth millions of pounds? Have you ever slept on the Meneta Gold Silk Bed worth tens of millions?

"As long as the Senate gains all power, all of this can be given to you..."

"Holy crap, the biological mother!"

Seeing the women approaching, Yan Huan quickly raised her hand as if to drive them away.

"Don't come any closer, you bastard, or I'll call the police!"

"?" Upon hearing this, the three young and beautiful women were stunned.

Having lived in Ohmma for so long, this is the first time anyone has described me in this way.

"Are you alright?" The senator looked at Yan Huan with a puzzled expression.

"They smell so good, these are the best girls I've handpicked."

"Could it be... that you actually prefer men?"

"Hey buddy, let me ask you something first." Yan Huan tilted his head and questioned the group:

"If I really help you take down the Golden Clan, what will happen to Onpharos then?"

"If you don't rely on divine pronouncements, what do you intend to use to save the world?"

In this world, only the Golden Descendants have any fighting power.

If it weren't for the tireless efforts of Aglaia and the others, the Black Tide would have already spread to the gates of Ohma City.

Wan Di is now alone on the front lines, locked in a cycle of death-resurrection-death-resurrection with the monsters.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will never come back.

Despite this situation, the senators are still thinking about expelling the Golden Clan...

"Save the world? Don't be silly!"

The man shrugged, his tone indignant:

"If even Titans couldn't handle it, how could we mere mortals possibly accomplish it?!"

"Even if the Golden Clan can really defeat the Black Tide, how many ordinary people will survive?"

"As you said, we are not of the Golden Clan, and we do not possess their terrifying abilities. According to the principle of survival of the fittest, we will ultimately be the first to die!"

"Since that's the case, why don't we indulge ourselves before we die?"

"Life is so short, we can totally face death happily and joyfully!"

"Look how beautiful some of the Golden Descendants are."

The man's expression grew increasingly heated.

"Although Aglaia is aloof, she's undeniably beautiful."

"She is, after all, a demigod of Meneta. Can you imagine her submitting to you, fawning over you, with her eyes glazed over?"

"And there's also Feng Jin, and Xiao Die..."

"By the way, I heard that Miss Xiadie has been living with you for a while now, right?"

"You should understand..."

Yan Huan was stunned as she listened to this guy's endless explanation of his desires.

Behind him stood a blonde woman with an indifferent expression, listening to him recount his crazy ideas.

"Lord Yan Huan, don't hesitate any longer!"

"You're so powerful, you were the one who beheaded Nicardi, weren't you? Those Golden Bloods were no different from cannon fodder to you!"

"As long as you're on our side, you can have whatever you want."

"If you suddenly decide to lead us to save Onpharos, we will naturally cooperate."

"At that time, under the service of the Golden Descendants, we, as mortals, will stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods!"

"The glory of Cephalus will illuminate us, and our swords will never be dull!"

"..."

Yan Huan sniffed and slowly backed away.

At the same time, a golden thread wrapped around the man's neck.

"This gentleman seems to have unusual ideas about the Golden Descendants."

Aglaia's indifferent voice came from behind him.

"!!!"

The man turned around abruptly, and his heart leaped into his throat the moment he saw Aglaia.

"You...how did you get here? Weren't you sent away by the elders?!"

“I will naturally attend my master’s resurrection ceremony,” Aglaia said expressionlessly.

"As for you, if what you just said is true, I won't hold back."

"No, that's not the case!"

The man hurriedly knelt down, pointed at Yan Huan, and said:

"These are all things that Lord Yan Huan told me before. I'm just repeating them in an attempt to awaken his memory!"

"???" Yan Huan stared blankly.

He was immediately shocked and said:

"Holy shit, are you trying to die?! What does this have to do with me?!"

"Lord Yan Huan, please make a move quickly!" The man quickly changed direction and kowtowed to Yan Huan.

"When you and Mr. Danheng were being harassed at the heart of the Genesis Vortex, didn't you come to us to discuss how to deal with the Golden Descendants?!"

Chapter 1323 Who doesn't have photos?

"No, how did you know?!"

Yan Huan's eyes widened.

At that time, there were no outsiders in the Genesis Vortex, only the Nameless Guest and the Golden Descendants.