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

"In the name of Landau, we will protect the people of Belleburg, and we will never back down!"

Hiluva did not speak again.

She turned and led the volunteers back, with Pera following behind, still holding a notebook recording the survival rate of the seedlings in her arms. Several pages of the paper had been blown away by the wind, and she didn't have time to pick them up.

The seedlings that had just been planted in the soil were crushed by the footsteps of the rift monsters. Green sap splattered on the black frozen earth, like the blood of this city.

Lower layer area.

Oleg, Seele, and Luca were clearing out the Rift Monsters in the mine tunnels, while Swallow led several squads of Silvermane Iron Guards in a synchronized advance towards Rivet Town.

At first, it was easy; the scattered rift creations crumbled at the first touch under the mechanical guards' firepower.

Then, the monsters from the Rift appeared out of nowhere.

They didn't crawl out from deep within the mine; they emerged directly from the void.

more and more.

more and more.

Seele's scythe drew arcs through the dim mine tunnels, each strike taking the life of a monster, yet the monsters seemed to never seem to decrease in number.

Sparks flew from Luca's mechanical arm as he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, punching the approaching monster away one blow at a time.

Oleg glanced at the increasing number of Rift Monsters and decisively gave the order.

"Seele, Luca, brothers of the Silvermane Iron Guard, retreat first!"

No one hesitated.

The members of the Earthfire Guard escorted the miners back towards the elevator, while the Silvermane Iron Guards brought up the rear, fighting as they retreated. Fortunately, the evacuation was timely, and there were no major casualties.

Schwarzro's side was also retreating in sync. His electronic eyes were flashing wildly.

"Analyzing in progress—"

His logic modules are operating at high speed.

"Analysis complete."

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

Conclusion: Star core explosion.

Schwarz turned around and shouted at the Silvermane Iron Guards.

"Silvermane Iron Guard members, retreat first!"

The mechanical guards automatically switched to defensive mode, and the Silvermane Iron Guards escorted the city builders' staff as they retreated towards the elevator.

Schwarz walked at the very back, the electronic eyes fixed on the direction of Rivet Town.

There, yellow-black rift crystals are growing wildly, like a spreading forest.

Oleg and Schwarz meet on their way back.

Oleg glanced at Schwarz, then at the retreating troops behind him, and understood everything.

"Swaro, did you also encounter an outbreak of Rift Monsters on your end?"

Schwarz nodded.

"Suggestion: Go to the upper area first and check the situation."

Oleg nodded and turned to look at Seele and Luca.

"Seele, Luca, you two stay in the lower area. This rift eruption is unusual, so be extra careful on the defensive!"

Seele gripped the scythe tightly and nodded. Luca's mechanical arm was still smoking, but he nodded as well, saying nothing.

Oleg turned to Schwarz.

"Swarovski, let's go. Let's go to the upper district first."

Schwarzko's electronic eye flickered, at an abnormally fast frequency.

His logic module was constantly processing a message, while Clara was in the upper layer.

He was very worried about Clara's safety.

"it is good."

Schwarz started walking towards the elevator. His pace was much faster than usual, and his mechanical legs made rapid sounds as they stepped on the stone pavement.

Oleg followed behind him without saying a word. He could tell that the robot was more anxious than anyone else at that moment.

"Swarovski".

"Ah."

"Is Clara in the upper area?"

Schwarzlo was silent for a second.

"Yes."

"Then you don't need to worry. Bronya won't let the child get hurt."

Chapter 72 My only wish is that everyone in the world can be like a dragon.

chaos.

Endless chaos.

Bronya stood in nothingness, with no solid ground beneath her feet and no sky above her.

In the distance, stars twinkled, seemingly thousands of miles away, yet also seemingly within reach.

She looked down at herself; her body was still there, but she couldn't feel any pain.

The excruciating pain from before had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable emptiness, as if my whole being had been drained.

She tried hard to recall what had just happened.

She walked the streets of the administrative district, pondering her next move. Then the Demon King arrived and took over her body. Then a beam of white light descended. Then the Demon King vanished.

She regained control of her body and saw her mother staggering towards her, tears streaming down her face.

She tried to raise her hand to wipe away her mother's tears, but her body was in too much pain; she couldn't even move her fingers. Then she lost consciousness and ended up here.

"child."

A voice came from afar, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"come over."

Bronya looked in the direction of the sound. A girl stood in the chaos, her figure blurred, as if veiled by a layer of mist. She was waving at her, her movements very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Bronya looked at her and a strange feeling welled up inside her—a feeling of warmth, an overwhelming warmth, as if she had seen a long-lost relative.

She instinctively walked towards the girl. Her footsteps trod on nothingness, yet each step felt like solid ground. The chaos parted automatically before her, as if making way for her.

She walked over to the girl, who stretched out her hand and pointed into the distance. The blurry chaos became clearer in the direction of the finger. Bronya looked in the direction she was pointing.

Deep within the chaos, a figure sits with its back to the viewer.

A wheelchair. His body was hunched over. His back looked young, but his posture was aged, as if he were carrying a very heavy burden.

His shoulders were slightly hunched, and he was curled up in a ball, as if he were very cold or enduring some kind of pain.

"That person is the one who has been controlling your body all along."

The girl's voice was very soft.

Bronya watched that figure from behind.

Black hair, sitting in a wheelchair.

Tears suddenly streamed down her face. She didn't know why, she just couldn't control them.

That figure sat alone in the vast emptiness, with nothing behind him. He seemed very lonely.

The girl's figure suddenly grew taller, from half a head taller than her to a full head taller.

She reached out and gently patted Bronya's head, her gesture as tender as an elder comforting a younger person.

"My child, a hero is never alone. Because behind him, there will be countless followers."

Bronya looked up at her.

"Alisa Rand, the first High Guardian?"

She blurted it out.

The girl smiled but didn't answer. She simply continued to watch the figure in the wheelchair.

"It wasn't him who activated that lance."

Her voice was calm.

"It's you."

Bronya was stunned.

"I?"