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

Lin Si was stunned for a moment.

Lady Black Tower? The Black Tower who's ranked 83rd in the Genius Club?

He clicked on it and took a look.

The narrator in the video is a bird named Jimi, wearing a suit and bow tie, with a loud voice like a news anchor.

"Dear viewers, regardless of whether your world has day and night, I wish you all a good afternoon! Now let's take a look at today's news."

"Oh~ It turns out that the space station of Lady Black Tower, the 83rd member of the Genius Club, was attacked by the Antimatter Legion? This is big news!"

"The Interstellar Peace Corporation strongly condemns the Antimatter Legion! And expresses its strong dissatisfaction with the Annihilation Lord's actions of spreading stellar cores..."

Lin Si froze as she was eating.

Star Howl.

The Great King of Extinction.

Spreading the star nucleus.

Lin Si abruptly put down her chopsticks, pushed her wheelchair, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

He moved too fast; the wheelchair crashed into the door frame with a dull thud, but he showed no sign of stopping. Only one thought remained in his mind.

"Oh no! How could I have forgotten about this?"

Chapter 70 The Antimatter Legion Arrives

Deep in the universe.

Yalilo-VI slowly rotated in the void, the snow-covered planet gleaming with a cold white light under the starlight.

From a distance, it looks like a glass bead forgotten in a corner, quiet, fragile, and ignored.

A hazy, eerie green flame floated around Xingxiao, its light reflecting off his cold, stern face, flickering on and off.

"This planet only has the aura of one city."

Huanlong's tone was languid, as if he were commenting on something not worth a second glance.

"Let the antimatter legion attack directly. I have absolutely no interest in planets that are struggling at the bottom and have a small population."

Xingxiao nodded.

She raised her hand and casually pointed to the snow-covered planet.

A burst of energy imbued with destructive power shot from his fingertip, tearing through the void and hurtling toward Yalilo-VI.

"The meager strength of preservation..."

This gesture was the signal for the antimatter legion's attack, and also the beginning of destroying the meager power that the planet was given by its preservation system.

That energy wasn't a weapon that could directly kill, but rather a key used to unlock the star core that had been suppressed for seven hundred years.

Xingxiao withdrew his hand, turned around, and looked at the dark green flame beside him.

"Huanlong, do you need help with the Luofu Immortal Ship project?"

"Just give me one star core."

Her tone carried a sense of unwavering confidence.

"Don't forget, my true form is Suiyang. Influencing others' minds and manipulating their consciousness are our specialties. Besides, there are quite a few fools on the Immortal Ship."

Her voice was tinged with laughter.

"So be it, that stand-in is gone. I have other ways."

Xingxiao nodded without asking any further questions. She turned around and walked towards the interior of the fleet, the illusory flames floating around her like an inextinguishable will-o'-the-wisp.

Antimatter legions have begun to assemble around the fleet, heading towards the direction of Yalilo-VI.

Xingxiao did not turn around.

She doesn't need to see it.

The outcome was already predetermined.

They just need to wait.

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Belloberg.

Bronya stood on the street in the administrative district, looking at the empty square, feeling somewhat unreal.

Just a few hours ago, this place was packed with people.

But now, everyone has gone to the snowfield and voluntarily done what they could.

The Iron Guards went to the lower districts to clear out the Rift monsters, the City Builders went to Everwinter Territory to build walls, and the volunteers went to turn the soil and plant seedlings. The children went to help move the heaters, the elderly went to help cook, and even the trash cans went to help move supplies.

The entire city looked as if it had been emptied out.

Bronya walked alone on the empty streets, past the Eternal Winter Monument, past the fountain, and past the railway tracks.

Everyone did what they could.

But she, the newly appointed Grand Guardian, was at a loss as to what to do.

The Demon King has already shown the way, and although he only sees it all as a game, Beloborg can no longer expect him to do more.

Moreover, she recalled the weariness in the Demon King's tone last night.

Even the Demon King is human; he gets tired and needs rest.

During the Demon King's rest period, she had to try her best to share his burdens.

Not far away, Cocolia stood in the shadows, watching her daughter's back.

Sunlight fell on Bronya, making her long gray hair shine. She stood there, quietly gazing at the dome of Cripper Castle, lost in thought.

Cocolia's gaze was gentle.

Since Bronya returned from leading her army to fight the northern Rift six days ago, she realized that her daughter had grown into a qualified leader.

No, it's not just about being qualified.

It is excellent.

The world belongs to all. Long live the people.

If she had thought of this back then, would Bronya be having an easier time now?

"Ugh...."

She sighed, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Six short days felt like an eternity. Seven hundred years of despair vanished in those six days.

Belloberg is now waiting for the dawn.

Cocolia smiled, her eyes hardening. She glanced back at her daughter's retreating figure one last time, then turned and walked towards the hearth.

His steps were a bit lighter than usual.

it's time.

She wanted to atone for her sins.

Bronya, in the future, Mom won't be able to walk with you. But everyone in Belloberg will be your strongest support. You will surely be a hero that Belloberg will sing the praises of for generations to come.

"The world belongs to all. Long live the people."

She murmured something softly, a smile in her eyes, and pushed open the door to the hearth.

Deep inside the furnace, it was empty.

The irregular crystal that had been suspended for seven hundred years disappeared.

Cocolia's heart stopped for a moment.

"Where is the star core?"

Her voice was frantic, echoing deep within the empty hearth. She searched everywhere, looking every corner. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Her gaze fell upon the pedestal at the center of the furnace, the one that had once held the star's core. The pedestal was intact, without any signs of damage. But the star's core was gone.

It was as if it had never existed.

Cocolia stood there, her mind blank.

Then, she suddenly realized something, and her pupils contracted sharply.

She turned and ran, running out of the furnace and towards the administrative district.

At that moment, a beam of white light descended from the sky over the square in the administrative district.

It's not sunlight. It's not lamplight.

A beam of white light, carrying the power to destroy everything, fell straight down from the sky.

The direction it fell was the direction Bronya was standing in.

Bronya!