Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Wait a minute!" he called out, reaching out to stop the crowd.

"Didn't you say there were enemies around? What if you get ambushed if you attack me now?!"

"Ha, that's hilarious."

"?"

Sambo watched as a guard stepped forward and said lazily:

"We've already sat down to eat, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Don't run!! Everyone, hurry and grab him!!"

In an instant, all the Iron Guards rushed towards Sambo, who was as if he were caught in a torrent of steel.

When he realized what was happening, he was already in the crowd.

Hands, feet, head, and...

All six protruding parts were grabbed tightly at that moment!

"Are you... are you all crazy?! I'll pay the fine, okay? Come on, I'll pay the fine! I'll pay whatever it is!" Surrounded by the guards, Sangbo shouted hurriedly.

"Hmph, you think you can just beat up our brothers and leave after paying some money? You're too naive!"

“You all watched me fight!” Sambo retorted.

"Who told us we could just hit you just by looking at you? Is it written in the Bellberg Act? This is all your own imagination!"

"Bullshit! Jeppard saw me hit him in the bathroom last time! I remember all I got was a fine, compensation for medical expenses, and an apology. That was it!"

"Oh ho? Look how hard you hit him this time! He's all bloody and his face is twisted! You're so cruel!!"

"Fuck your mother... Where the hell are you, you who kept arguing with me? Let me see your face if you dare! I promise I won't kill you later!"

"Damn it!!"

"Damn it!!"

"..."

Seele stood there, carrying her scythe, watching this scene with utter disbelief.

The chaotic scene resembled a vegetable market.

She looked to the other side.

"..."

"what……?"

Seele rubbed her eyes and focused intently on the battlefield of the three giants of the train crew.

The original three people had vanished without a trace.

……

Chapter 165 Come on, burn down the museum!

"What about people?"

Seele looked around.

The area within a hundred meters was filled with iron-willed defenders, especially on Sambo's side, where they were packed together like a ball.

Only then did Seele notice Jepard, who was squatting on the ground scrolling through his phone.

She slowly walked over, patted Jepard on the shoulder, and asked:

"Hey, weren't you just looking at those three? Where are they?"

"Hello, hello, hello?"

Seeing that Jepard remained silent, squatting on the ground and intently looking at his phone, Seele also looked at his screen.

on the screen.

The raging flames danced wildly like tongues of fire, and the black smoke billowed through the clouds, soaring straight into the sky.

It appears to be a video of some building on fire.

"Oh, you guys are even doing a fire drill?" Seele found it amusing and chuckled.

But Jepard remained silent, intently staring at his phone.

Amidst the raging fire, a large number of people had their faces blackened by smoke, but they continued to search for water, trying to extinguish the blaze.

A girl wearing glasses ran out of the fire looking dejected, her face filled with disbelief, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

"Hey, this person looks familiar."

Seele scratched her head, feeling like she'd seen this somewhere before.

Immediately afterwards, another girl ran out of the fire, her silver, three-section curly hair cascading down her back, her cheeks also blackened.

She clutched an oil painting tightly to her chest.

"This woman also... wait, Bronya???"

Seele took a deep breath and exclaimed in alarm:

"What are you looking at? Where am I?!"

Jepard remained silent, his face grim, as if he were suppressing the anger surging within him.

……

"Chase them! Cough cough cough... They ran that way!"

"Damn it, they actually disguised themselves as Iron Guards!!"

On the screen, the sounds of Iron Guards panting heavily could be heard.

Their silver helmets were blackened by smoke, and their clothes were more or less torn.

The craftsmen in Belleburg who made the Iron Guard uniforms focused most of their efforts on their cold-weather resistance; as for fire resistance and such...

It really did fall short.

Many guards were moving through the fire, some carrying cultural relics as they ran out, others chasing after others; the scene was chaotic.

It was far more chaotic than it is here now.

"What... happened? Why did it turn out like this!"

Jepard took a deep breath and lowered his voice:

"Someone set fire to the museum and apparently disguised themselves as a guard."

He silently stood up, staring at the chaos on his phone screen, his tone extremely heavy:

"The executive officers have gone back to provide reinforcements, and I believe the fire can be brought under control."

……

Belloberg, near the museum.

Fire shot into the sky.

A massive, dark purple mech hurtled in from the horizon. With a wave of its giant hand, a white light screen appeared, and a large amount of snow was swept towards the raging fire.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the accumulated snow melted into scattered water, which poured into the fire.

Immediately afterwards, countless ice arrows rained down, engulfing the entire burning museum.

Over time.

The fire eventually subsided.

Standing outside the museum, gazing at this desolate scene, everyone fell silent.

Cocolia stood at the forefront, her gaze icy as she stared at the wisps of black smoke.

From his thin lips, he uttered only two words, yet they were resounding and powerful.

"Go check."

"Yes!!"

The guards received the order and quickly went down to thoroughly investigate the matter.

Above the sky, the Heavenly Father floated silently.

In the cab.

Yan stared wide-eyed at the wisps of black smoke on the screen:

"Holy crap, this is a rebellion! They even dare to attack the museum that symbolizes the history and culture of Belleburg. Aren't they just shitting on the heads of those two guardian mother and daughter?"

Dan Heng sat to Yan Huan's left, his expression grave.

"The other side deliberately took advantage of the absence of a large number of Iron Guards, which suggests that it had been planned for a long time."

March 7th sat to Yan Huan's right and pulled the control lever:

"I'm so angry! Does this mean the museum will have to close down? What was the point of the three of us competing for so long?!"

Under the control of March 7th, the Heavenly Father pulled out a gun and fired it continuously into the sky!

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!" Countless energy bullets poured out, shooting into the sky.

It seemed as if he was venting his anger.

Inside the driver's cab, Yan quickly pressed down on March 7's hand:

"What the hell are you doing! You were the one who said energy was expensive, and now you're just shooting randomly?"

"What's wrong? We can always pay off the loan together later! Now shut the hell up!!"

"..."

Aside from the enormous behemoth acting mad in the sky, everyone below was filled with trepidation.

Oh my god, the museum has been burned down.