Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

Xing was puzzled: "What is the 'War Furnace'?"

Silver Wolf muttered under his breath, "The script didn't say we had to go to that godforsaken place."

Despite his words, Silver Wolf carried out orders without hesitation, immediately instructing the Carlos to initiate a remote jump.

Toppa's pupils constricted sharply: "Mr. Su Jinyan, what did you say?"

Am I hallucinating?

"Or perhaps the 'cruise room' we're thinking of isn't the same place."

Su Jinyan nodded: "It's just as you think, a crucible of war, the lair of the antimatter legion."

The War Forge is located in a distant star system. Following the will of the destructive star god Nanuk, it is constantly forging new phantoms to add fresh blood to the antimatter legion.

The War Forge is not only the headquarters of the Antimatter Legion, but also, in a sense, the embodiment of Nanuk's will.

No one has ever dared to touch the crucible of war.

People avoid the antimatter legions like the plague, fearing an attack from them, so why would they willingly throw their lives away?

Even the combined forces of the Immortal Boat Alliance and the Interstellar Peace Company dare not provoke the Crucible of War, let alone other forces.

No one has ever dared to offend the God of Destruction; Su Jinyan is definitely the first in history.

Toppa stroked her chin, her beautiful eyes filled with understanding: "Yes, I understand."

"You're joking, aren't you?"

Silver Wolf scoffed, "Miss Topa, if you're so scared, why don't you write an electronic will first?"

"So that no one will be unaware of how you died."

Topa looked on in astonishment: "Aren't you afraid?"

"That's the headquarters of the antimatter legion."

"Do we have some reason why we absolutely must die?"

Su Jinyan calmed Topa down, saying, "Don't panic."

"It seems you've forgotten my backing. A few mere Extinction Lords are nothing to me."

Topa asked with skepticism, "Could this also be at the behest of Aha, the god of joy?"

Su Jinyan smiled but remained silent.

Xing raised her phone and snapped a selfie of the two of them.

Su Jinyan asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Xing said seriously, "Before I die, let me send you both our last photos, so that Xiao Sanyue can remember us."

......

The crucible of war.

A bonfire at 900 degrees Celsius can burn clay into pottery, and a furnace fire at over 1,000 degrees Celsius can melt copper and tin.

The more essential the shaping, the more it craves extreme temperatures.

The Legion's creatures yearn to detach themselves from their physical form, praying for a transformative change that only a destructive heatwave can bring.

The Antimatter Legion gifted the decaying War Forges to the Firesmiths, allowing them to forge freely in the fiery world.

In a world of scorching lava, as long as the forging continues, rebirth and destruction are no longer a binary opposition.

Surut was adept at using the molten lava erupting from active volcanoes to infuse the legion's creatures with a violent and destructive aura.

Neither the boiling of highly toxic gases nor the rolling of molten lava could interrupt Surut's focused concentration on quenching.

Heat waves splashed onto Surut's apron, which was made of fire-retardant material from the skin of a giant fire lizard. After the molten lava subsided, the leather surface remained as clean as new.

Large numbers of legionary forces were repeatedly forged in the furnace until their bodies and weapons were fused together under the forge's hammer, becoming weapons of destruction.

boom--

The furnace light and sparks were dazzling and blinding.

The towering Surut Firesmith, wielding a heavy hammer, imprisoned the wills of countless beings—whether angry, sorrowful, or delusional—within the dark matter engine of the Doomsday Beast.

Praise be to Nanuk, the Lord of Destruction.

Surut was filled with pride and planned to have the Grand Lord of the Antimatter Legion imprint the Doomsday Beast with his mark.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a Starship destroyer suddenly crashed into the scorching furnace of war.

"Who is it?!" Surut the firesmith exclaimed in shock and anger.

A box-shaped hovercraft separated from the Carlos and slowly landed in front of Surut, raising a cloud of dust.

The hatch opened, and four strangers stepped out.

Su Jinyan shouted loudly, "My friends in the live stream, please like, follow, and share!"

"Let the host show you what Nanuk's lair looks like."

Surut: "?"

The Forge of War is where armies of illusory soldiers are forged, and also the stronghold of the antimatter legion.

The star systems surrounding the War Furnace have long been destroyed by the antimatter legions, becoming dust of history.

No insect or creature has ever dared to approach this place out of ignorance of its own mortality.

You guys think this place is some kind of tourist paradise, huh?

[Guinevere: This streamer is truly fearless! Such a courageous streamer, I love it! I must give a tip, follow, and share!]

[Playing cards for death: Ah Yan, stop keeping me in suspense, tell me, who's getting pregnant next?]

[Real-name internet user: ****, what the hell are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be in Yepela fighting bandits?]

[See comments from users: Awesome.]

[Ms. Black Tower: Su Jinyan, there's no need to send you to the Forge of War. You can come to my space station and make the most of your remaining value.]

[I really don't want to inherit the family business: This is too audacious! I think I even saw Miss Topa.]

[Black Tower Lady's solo fan: Ahhh, my Miss Topa, there's no need to drag my sweetheart down with you to your death!!]

[Iron Tomb Lord: You think you're so tough? You've walked right into my trap, haven't you? You better not run away, I'm coming right now.]

[Zhao Camera: Ah Xing, what do you mean by sending me that black and white photo?!]

[The ruthless divination machine: I have already used the Qiong Guan Formation to divine a hexagram for this traitor; all will be well, and misfortune will turn into good fortune.]

[Invincible Swordsman 123: Teacher, look behind you! Quick!!!]

Su Jinyan turned around calmly, only to find that they were already surrounded by an endless army of illusory soldiers.

Even worse, there was a Destruction Envoy behind him, eyeing him menacingly.

Silver Wolf bit her lip lightly: "This is a bit tricky, Ayan, can you handle it?"

"If this doesn't work, let's run away."

Su Jinyan's right eye suddenly flashed with an eerie light. He looked around and grinned maliciously, "Get pregnant, all of you!"

Plop, plop——

Under the influence of the pregnant gaze, none of the weak soldiers escaped unscathed; they all clutched their swollen bellies and wailed, losing all will to fight.

The Great Lord of Annihilation, and the towering fire-maker Surut, both clutched their pregnant bellies and wailed in pain.

Even the viewers in the live stream, as well as Topa and her friends who were completely unprepared, fell victim to the scam.

Xing was both in pain and happy: "Little March, did you see that? Su Jinyan got me pregnant again."

Topa clutched her pregnant belly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes from the pain: "Aren't we on the same side? Why am I pregnant too?"

"Pfft, Ah Yan only knows this one trick. You should have thought of it a long time ago."

Silver Wolf nonchalantly blew bubble gum; this move was almost impossible to dodge, leaving him with no choice but to give up.

Su Jinyan glared at the silver wolf: "You make it sound like I've run out of tricks. I just don't have any trump cards left."

"Not bad luck, I picked up a doomsday beast."

"It's time to issue an ultimatum to the aliens of Yepela."

at this time.

Despite the excruciating pain, the Great Lord of the Iron Tomb struggled to his feet.

A heavy sense of awe hung over the crucible of war, sending shivers down one's spine.

“You despicable bastards, if this is all you’ve got, I guarantee you won’t be able to leave here alive today.”

"I will carry out the will of destruction, and I will make you experience—"

Su Jinyan turned around indifferently, walked slowly past the Iron Tomb Lord, and brushed past him.

The Iron Tomb is the most skilled at conquering the Great Lords of technologically advanced worlds.

With ease, he could paralyze and turn the inorganic AI army into its own, causing the outer space defense array to fire volleys at the ground, and the flying vehicles to scatter like a swarm of flies, unable to fight back.

But the only flying vehicle here seems to be the Carlos of Toppa.