Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

A slight smile on Sunday:

"So, one last question—"

"[Can you swear an oath to ensure that you will fulfill all your promises, whether in the past, present, or future?]"

The dreamer said devoutly:

"By the Star God, if I have spoken falsely or broken my promise, may I be cursed according to the law."

Sunday nodded slightly:

"He saw your beliefs and approved of them."

"This proves—"

"What can this ridiculous wordplay prove?!"

Walter walked up to the two of them and said disdainfully:

"As far as I know, the harmony and prosperity of a family has never relied on so-called [laws]!"

"After all this show, is the 'god' you're talking about really the same Hippe you've been tacitly agreeing with?!"

The dreamer frowned and said:

“Mr. Walter, you should know that the family members are like brothers and sisters, embracing unity and being of one mind under His light.”

"All disloyalty is exposed before harmony."

"Such exquisite and complex music, if not the divine lord Hipe, which other god could perfectly harmonize it?"

Walter, not to be outdone, immediately retorted:

"[Perfect harmony]? Are you kidding me?"

"Is it an external enemy subtly altering the harmony in the shadows? From the very beginning, the conclusion is that dissonance was secretly born within this musical movement!"

"Hmph. As far as I know, in the distant past, there was once a star god in the world."

"He plucks the strings of his fingers, weaving the laws of the galaxy; His faithful form a [celestial choir], spreading solemn and majestic hymns throughout the universe!"

“But then He perished.” Walter squinted:

"His path collided with [harmony], and was absorbed and assimilated by the latter."

"That resounding chorus fell silent for a time, but when it rang out again, it had become a harmonious hymn!"

Walter, clutching a pinkish-white feather, directly questioned the dreamer:

"So, which deity do you two worship?"

Sunday blurted out:

"[Order] of the One".

The dreamer quickly looked at Sunday:

"?"

Chapter 742 So you want to resurrect the Star God?

"Huh?" Sunday was also quite surprised, wondering why he had blurted out those words.

Walter crossed his arms and said coldly:

"I knew it."

"Even if the Star God perishes, he will leave behind a destiny without a master."

"Within the all-encompassing harmony... naturally, old discordant voices may quietly arise!"

The dreamer lowered their voice:

"Mr. Walter..."

"Being overly perceptive is never a good thing, especially when you are isolated and helpless."

"Hmph." Walter glanced at the two of them:

"it is as expected."

"In that case, I will accompany you both on your journey to the underworld!"

The dreamer also squinted, looking at Walter and the robin:

"For the sake of our great cause, please take a rest on Sunday."

"……what?"

Seeing how things had developed, even the dumbest robin would understand what had happened.

She looked at her brother in shock.

On Sunday, I glanced coldly at the robin, and suddenly a strange power enveloped the latter.

"I'm sorry, robin."

"Only you... I don't want you to know any of this."

"Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned."

The robin clutched its forehead in anguish, struggling to stay conscious.

"So that's the real reason I can't sing?"

"The shadow that looms over Pinocchio is actually..."

Sunday's gaze was wistful:

“We were never children of harmony, and the paradise we envisioned... should not have been created by Hippe.”

"The happiness of the masses can only be promised by [one person] who stands above the masses."

"Within the law, humans build society..."

"In harmony, we gain order."

Walter was not at all surprised when the robin fell.

"Huh? Why are you alright?" Sunday asked, somewhat puzzled.

He cast the spell on both the robin and Walter at the same time.

The robin did fall, but Walter remained standing there, unaffected in the slightest.

"Because you are too weak."

Walter spoke without any politeness.

"Only the weak resort to despicable tricks."

"From the moment you tried to resort to underhanded tricks, you were destined to be despicable and filthy!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Walter rubbed a black hole with his hand, leaped up, and charged toward Sunday.

He was so fast that Sunday didn't even have time to react.

"Come on!"

The dream master shouted and quickly controlled the possessed girl to stand in front of Sunday.

Even so, Walter did not stop at all, and directly struck the girl.

boom--

The moment the girl's body came into contact with the miniature black hole, it began to crumble and split apart...

Immediately afterwards, Walter's hand pierced through his chest, grabbing the small black hole ball and slamming it straight into Sunday.

"Pfft—!!" Sunday spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and his entire body flew backward.

A tuft of dark purple feathers protected his abdomen, but the lingering power of the black hole still injured him badly.

“You may leave on Sunday… I will stop him.”

A blackish-purple raven landed in front of Walter, blocking his path.

Seeing this, Sunday quickly got up, his gaze serious, and said:

"Mr. Gopher, I'll leave this place to you!"

"Where do you think you're going?!" Walter snapped at Sunday as soon as he saw he was about to escape.

On Sunday, I felt as if a mountain was pressing down on my back, and my legs could not bear it, so I had no choice but to kneel down heavily.

The moment his knees touched the ground, the entire ground collapsed, forming a large crater.

boom--! !

Seeing this scene, the dreamer felt even more heavy-hearted.

"Unnamed guest...didn't anyone teach you to be polite on someone else's turf?"

"Wherever I go, that's my territory!" Walter slapped the Dream Master with his palm. The black and purple raven quickly dodged, but the terrifying palm wind still caused it to lose a few feathers.

"Too deceiving!"

The next instant, a pair of doll arms reached out from behind Walter and held him firmly.

The sudden sound of the piano startled Walter for a moment.

When he came to his senses, the dreamer's true form had already merged into the puppet.

The white doll, with a chokehold on Walter's neck, said in a hoarse voice:

“Nameless guests…you are always so self-righteous, always thinking that your arrival can save something, so arrogant!”

"Humans are the most hopeless creatures in the world; the power of others cannot change anything!"

"What does this have to do with me?!" Walter didn't even turn his head, but directly raised his hand and pressed down on the doll's head, crushing it instantly.

Amidst the swirling fragments of the doll, Walter said coldly:

"I only know that you can't do things right, so I'll take over! From this moment on... this Star of the Gathering is my property."