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

Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes flashed.

He didn't look down at Clara; his gaze was fixed on a short distance away, where Cocolia was holding Bronya in her arms. Bronya's gray braids lay scattered on the ground, her silver-white dress was torn in several places, her face was covered in ash, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth.

She closed her eyes and remained motionless.

Cocolia held her, her eyes empty. She didn't cry, she didn't shout, she just held her, like a sculpture whose soul had been hollowed out.

Schwarzkopf's electronic eye blinked again. The blinking was slow, as slow as a sigh.

Oleg glanced in that direction and sighed.

His fists were trembling with anger, anger at his own powerlessness.

“Bronya..…”

He turned his gaze away and looked at Schwarz.

"Swarovski, this can't go on. You need to take the children and get out of here!"

Schwarz did not reply.

His electronic eyes swept across the battlefield, scanning the surrounding terrain, calculating the number and density of dummy troops, and assessing the safety of retreat routes. But every single one told him the same conclusion: there was no safe retreat route.

He summoned several self-destructing automatons from a distance.

The mechs were covered in cracks, but their steps remained firm as they limped toward Schwarzro, lining up in front of him as if awaiting final orders.

“Oleg, you take the children and go,” Schwarz said calmly. “I’ll control these automatons. That will buy us some time.”

Oleg was stunned.

He looked at Schwarzkopf, then at Clara beside him.

The little girl stood at Schwarz's feet, her small hands still resting on his smoking mechanical leg. Her eyes were red, but her lips were tightly pursed. She neither cried nor spoke.

Oleg opened his mouth, as if to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He took a deep breath, and was about to nod...

"Hook won't leave!"

Hook stepped out from the corner, her face covered in ash. She stood with her hands on her hips, head tilted back, her voice crisp and clear, like a thunderclap in the smoke-filled ruins.

"Hook, Uncle Oleg, and Uncle Schwarz will work together to drive these bad guys away!"

Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes flashed as he looked at the little girl who wasn't even as tall as his leg.

Oleg sighed, and was about to say something...

"Swarovski!"

Scott's voice came from not far away.

The old man, leaning on a cane, limped through the ruins, with someone supporting him from behind.

Hook's father, Fessman.

His arm was wrapped in bandages, which were soaked with blood, but his steps were still steady.

"Tell me how to control these mechs!"

Scott was panting heavily, his cane thumping against the gravel.

"I'll hold off these bastards! You're stronger than me, you can't fall here!"

Hook quickly ran over to support his father, his little hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Feissman smiled and patted Hook's head with his uninjured hand.

"Hook, Dad's alright."

Hook looked up at his father, at the blood-soaked bandages on his arm, and at the still-wet wound on his face.

Her eyes reddened, but she didn't cry.

She turned around and looked at the approaching phantoms, the black tide slowly engulfing the square of Beloborg.

Her breathing grew heavier, her fists clenched tighter and tighter, and her small body trembled—not from fear, but from anger.

She pulled out the hole-punch machine and threw it at the phantom soldiers with all her might.

"Hole machine! Help Hook! Drive all these bad guys away!"

The hole-hole machine tumbled through the air like a shooting star. It traced an arc in the sky and landed amidst a group of illusory soldiers.

Then, it came to life....

It's not just "like" life, it's truly, undeniably, alive.

The hole machine landed on the ground, bounced up, spun in the air, and then crashed into the group of phantom soldiers like a small cannonball, knocking one away, then another, and in no time at all, the group of phantom soldiers were scattered before they could even react.

Then it went back to Hook and drew a line on the ground.

Golden rays of light emanated from it, drawing an arc on the ground and erecting a semi-transparent barrier in front of everyone.

The pawn crashed into the barrier as if it had hit an invisible wall, and was bounced back. It crashed again and was bounced back again.

Oleg and Scott stared in disbelief at the scene, their mouths agape.

Schwarzko's electronic eyes flashed wildly, the red light at an astonishing frequency. His logic modules were operating at high speed.

"Analysis in progress... Analysis in progress... Conclusion..."

His voice was steady, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight discord.

"Storage and protection".

Clara looked at the golden barrier, and at Hook's back as he stood in front of it, hands on his hips, head tilted back. Her eyes lit up.

She lowered her head, took a wrench out of her pocket, and, imitating Hook, threw it with all her might.

"Clara's wrench! Help Clara!"

The wrench tumbled through the air, landing on the head of a pawn, creating a dent, then bounced up, hitting another pawn, bouncing up again, hitting more than a dozen pawns before finally landing back at Clara's feet.

Julian also stepped forward.

He pulled a mask from his pocket; it was a gift he'd saved up his allowance for a long time, one he'd always been reluctant to wear. He hesitated for a second, then threw it away forcefully.

"Julian's mask! Help Julian!"

The mask tumbled in the air, transforming into a gigantic mask phantom that flew towards the phantom soldiers.

The phantom soldiers were enveloped by the phantom image, as if frozen in place by something, unable to move.

The other children also stepped forward.

Someone threw out a piece of candy they were reluctant to eat. The candy exploded in the air, and golden sparks fell like fireworks onto the heads of the flanks.

Someone threw out their favorite teddy bear, which transformed into a giant, glowing bear in mid-air and slapped away several pawns.

Someone threw out their homework. The child hesitated for a moment, but eventually threw it anyway. The homework turned into pages of golden paper in the air, slicing into the group of pawns like flying knives.

The adults present all stared in disbelief at this scene.

Schwarzkopf's electronic eye remained steadily lit, the red light no longer flickering.

"The will to preserve..."

His voice was very soft, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

Just then, an invisible barrier descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Belberg.

A beam of light poured down from the sky, blocking the surging phantom soldiers. They crashed into the barrier as if hitting an invisible wall, bounced back, crashed again, and bounced back again.

Jepard's shouts could be faintly heard coming from the direction of the snowfield; his voice was hoarse but firm.

"This will endure forever, like ice and snow! In the name of Landau, we will protect the people of Belleburg, and we will never back down!"

Chapter 76 Cowboys, Ninjas, Knights

The wind on the snowfield was stronger than ever.

Jepard knelt on one knee on the cracked frozen ground, the ramparts lying in front of him, their shields riddled with cracks.

The expendable soldiers surged in from all directions.

Not just one or two, but dozens, hundreds, a dense, dark mass, like a black forest growing out of a snowfield.

The guards are still struggling to hold on.

"Captain Jepard! There are too many! We can't hold on!"

Jepard did not answer.

His gaze swept over the surging flanks, over the wounded Iron Guards behind him, and over the silhouette of Beloborg in the distance.

A determined glint flashed in his eyes.

Then, he felt a power surrounding him.

The warm energy flowed through my arms, through my fingertips, and over that shattered barrier.

He had a feeling that he could use this power whenever he wanted.

The Iron Guards also felt this power with astonishment.