Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

Her tone was light and casual, as if she were talking about something insignificant.

Blade nodded and remained silent for a moment.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but then he held it back.

After a long time, I finally couldn't hold back and said it.

“When Jingyuan took over as general, we were unable to help him and left him with a mess.”

Kafka swirled her wine glass, interrupting him.

"Sure, Ah Ren."

Ren took a deep breath.

"So, since he was brought out by Jing Yuan..."

"Sure, Ah Ren."

Kafka interrupted again.

edge:"......"

Blade fell silent.

He took a deep breath, then another, and spoke again:

"So, I'm going to help him."

"Sure, Ah Ren."

"..."

Kafka nodded, picked up her glass, and took a sip.

Silver Wolf, who was standing nearby, chuckled upon hearing this, his shoulders shrugging.

"Please, stop talking. You're acting like a joker."

Ren gazed out the window, saying nothing more.

Star Train.

The train's jump engine has been activated, but the jump ceremony has been thwarted.

Train conductor Pam's voice came over the loudspeaker, tinged with tension.

"Passengers, an ice-covered planet has been detected ahead. The warp drive is being disrupted by the planet's core and the antimatter army. The stopover is indefinite. Please assemble in the observation car for a voting meeting."

Inside the observation car,

Himeko held her coffee cup, her gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Uncle Yang leaned back in his chair and adjusted his glasses.

Dan Heng crossed his arms and remained expressionless.

March 7th sat upright, his eyes full of excitement.

Xing lay on the table, clutching a baseball bat that she had pulled out from somewhere.

"Alright, let's vote."

Himeko's voice was calm.

"Those who agree to dock on this planet and help the local residents fight off the antimatter legion, please raise your hands."

On March 7th, he was the first to raise his hand, raising it high like a primary school student answering a question.

Danheng also raised his hand, his movement very light, as if he were making a very ordinary decision.

Uncle Yang nodded and raised his hand.

Himeko smiled and raised her hand.

Everyone looked at the star.

Xing was still lying on the table, spinning the baseball bat in her hand. She looked up at everyone, then slowly raised her hand.

"Passed unanimously."

Himeko stood up.

"Then it's decided. The train will stop at Arillo-VI. Everyone, get ready."

"Great!"

March 7th jumped up, ran to Xing's side, and asked with a grin:

"Ah Xing! How do you feel about going to war on your first expedition?"

Xing thought for a moment, pinched her chin, looked up at the ceiling, and pondered for a long time.

Then she picked up the baseball bat and swung it in the air.

"I am Galaxy Baseball Man! The mere Antimatter Legion will be annihilated in one blow!"

March 7th covered her face and sighed.

"Danheng, Uncle Yang, Sister Ji, look at her, she's not nervous at all. We were worried for nothing."

Ji Zi and Uncle Yang smiled.

"Little March, although the entire train is on board this time, it's still the Antimatter Legion. Stay close to us, understand?"

"Know it!"

Xing also shouted.

"Know it!"

March 7th glared at her.

"You're like a broken record..."

Xing smiled and slung the baseball bat over his shoulder.

Another part of the void.

A woman with blue-purple hair strolled alone in the void, her long hair flowing behind her like weightless threads. Her steps were neither hurried nor slow; each step she took was on the void, yet it felt as if she were walking on solid ground.

She held a long sword, the blade gleaming coldly in the starlight.

She suddenly stopped and looked in one direction.

"I am for..."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it was as if she were talking to herself.

"We mourn the deceased."

Then, she changed direction and headed towards the planet covered in ice and snow.

Her figure receded further and further into the void, growing smaller and smaller, but her steps never faltered.

That planet has been deserted for a very long time, so long that it seems to have been forgotten.

But today, many people are on their way.

Chapter 75 The Hole Machine, Help Hook!

The sky over Belleburg is no longer the sky.

The black fleet blotted out the sky, as if someone had torn down an entire sheet of night and laid it over the city.

The illusory soldiers poured down from the fleet like a tidal wave, landing on the dome of Kripper Fortress, on the square of the administrative district, and on the walls that were only half-built.

Oleg punched away an approaching flank, his breathing was heavy, and his white hair was scattered on his forehead in the smoke, but he did not retreat.

Behind him was a corner where the children were hiding; he couldn't retreat.

"Where did these guys even come from?"

He was panting heavily when he kicked away another pawn, then glanced at Schwarz beside him.

"Swarovski, are you alright?"

Schwarzlo's mechanical body was smoking.

His left arm was severed, revealing charred wires and sparks flying from the broken end.

He used his remaining right arm to shield Clara and the children against the wall, his body blocking their way. His electronic eyes flashed, the red light flickering as if they were about to go out at any moment.

"I...I'm fine."

Schwarzko's voice remained steady, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a static electrical noise beneath that calm surface.

"Protect Clara."

Clara stood at his feet, her small face upturned, her eyes filled with tears, but she bit her lip and didn't cry.

She reached out and gently touched Schwarz's smoking mechanical leg. Her little hand was burned, so she pulled it back, then reached out again, and pulled it back again.

“Mr. Schwarz…”

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.