Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"You didn't expect that, did you? My buddy is the sponsor of this game!"

puff--! !

In the audience, Giovanni looked as if he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Is this something you can say on the competition stage?

Cocolia nodded slightly:

"So that's it..."

"That."

"We'll just have to be more serious about it."

boom--! !

In an instant, a tall figure appeared behind Cocolia.

It was an ethereal spirit floating in the air, its appearance remarkably similar to Cocolia herself.

Although his face was not clearly visible, the chilling aura emanating from him was almost tangible.

Even those in the audience felt a slight chill.

Sambo stared wide-eyed at the ethereal spirit that resembled an ice king. He clearly saw several stars shining in the lower left corner of the ethereal spirit's name.

So many lives?! Red cards?!

The Overlord-level Ether Spirit is only an orange card. Sambo didn't expect to encounter a red card as soon as he entered the field!

"You... how did you get that? This is only the first match, and you're already using a red card?!"

Cocolia ignored it and continued to deploy her ethereal spirits.

Healing support, offensive support, defensive support...

They all took to the field one by one.

Sambo's heart sank slightly at the sight.

There were a total of fifteen Ethers, and the red card Ether that looked very much like Cocolia was placed in the last lineup.

"...!"

"Damn it!"

Sambo gritted his teeth and quickly took out his own Ether Spirit.

There are also a total of fifteen, ten of whom are overlord-level ethereal spirits.

But there weren't any red-card level cards...

"Damn it! If it weren't for me losing Schwarzkopf, he would definitely have given me a red card this time!" Sambo cursed.

Since Giovanni is the main sponsor and owner of this competition, obtaining a red card would be a piece of cake for him.

Even if you take the conventional route, you can go directly to the auction house and spend a lot of money to buy a ticket that someone else is selling.

However, due to Sambo's previous mistake, not only did he fail to avenge his personal grudge, but he also lost the Swaro Ether Spirit to Yan, leading to the premature update of the entire version.

Therefore, Giovanni will no longer provide Sambo with any strength-enhancing assistance.

"Is that all?" Cocolia stared at Sambo's fifteen ethereal spirits, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

"What's wrong with you? You look down on me, don't you?!"

Sambo roared and commanded his ethereal spirits to launch an attack.

The entire match was quite exciting. Although Sambo didn't have an overpowered amount of Aether Spirits, his combat skills were surprisingly proficient. He managed to defeat Cocolia's second wave of Aether Spirits with just the first wave.

They used the second batch to hit Cocolia's third batch.

Finally, it was nipped in the bud without any suspense.

"Damn it...!!"

Watching his last ethereal spirit perish in the frost of Cocolia, the Mother of Falsehood, Sambo wept bitterly.

"Waaaaah, this is too much! How could they release such an ethereal spirit?!"

While he was crying, Cocolia was also sending messages to Dunn.

Soon, Dunn led the Silvermane Iron Guards onto the stage and dragged Sambo away.

They were taken directly to prison.

"..."

Yan Huan leaned against the railing of the open-air corridor above, staring at Cocolia's ethereal spirit, and sighed:

"That ethereal spirit is really ruthless, it even has summoned creatures...!"

After Cocolia's victory was announced, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands.

"Ohh ...

"As expected of the Great Guardian!!"

"That scoundrel Sambo has no chance of winning!!"

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!"

The audience members surrounding the stands were all holding glow sticks and waving them wildly.

Hearing such enthusiastic cheers, March 7th felt his blood boil.

"Yan, are we going to run into an opponent like this later?"

"Probably!"

Yan said solemnly:

"After all, this is an official competition now, and there will definitely be strong opponents. Cocolia is one example."

Immediately afterwards, the broadcast started again.

"The next match is about to begin. Players, please wait to enter the arena!"

Soon after, Cocolia arrived beside them.

Upon seeing this, Hiluva quickly ran over, beaming with pride:

"Hey! How about that? Isn't the Ether Spirit I drew amazing?!"

March 7th's eyes widened:

"Huh? That Mother of Illusion was actually drawn by Sylva?!"

Thinking back, their Swaros were also given to them by Hilva!

"Just so-so."

Cocolia found a spot and sat down, seemingly unconcerned.

"It's just a formality."

As the Great Guardian of Beloborg, Cocolia couldn't possibly do nothing about this celebration.

Taking the stage personally is a way of showing respect to other partners.

"Ah—!! Guardian, something terrible has happened!!"

Dunn, dressed in heavy armor, rushed over, panting heavily:

"Sambo, Sambo...! He just ran away again! It's all my fault for not doing my job properly! I beg the Great Guardian to punish me!"

"It doesn't matter." Cocolia didn't even lift her eyelids.

Chapter 435 I Choose to Self-Destruct

Sambo's escape was within Cocolia's expectations.

...Anyway, we've never caught them before.

"Big brother! Big brother...! Hey!"

Suddenly, Yan heard a familiar voice.

"Ok?"

He turned around and looked down into the open-air corridor.

One hand was hanging steadily from the edge of the corridor.

"Big brother, help me up!"

As Yan Huan approached, she discovered that the person hanging there was none other than a handsome blue-haired man.

Soon, Sambo felt a pair of large hands pull him up, and he was overjoyed.

"Big brother...! Waaaaah, you're so kind! I thought you were going to trample me down!"

“How could that be?!” Dunn said with a kind smile.

"Ok?"

As Sambo's body gradually rose, he was shocked to find that the person holding his hand was a tall man in armor.

Meanwhile, Yan was eating popcorn on the side.

"You're pretty impressive!" Dunn praised, "Not only did you manage to slip away successfully, but you also had the guts to return to the venue and seamlessly transition back in, huh?"

"Ugh—it's you again, you bastard!"

Sambo shouted and struggled, swaying back and forth on the edge.

"Wake up!"

Dunn's hands were incredibly steady; he grabbed Sambo and pulled him up, simultaneously pulling out handcuffs and cuffing him to his own wrists.

"Let's see where you run now!"

Sambo stared longingly at his hands, coldly handcuffed to Dunn's, and cried out in pain: