Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Big idiot pointed outside and roared madly:

"As long as we succeed!"

"As long as this pill can save Brother Jing Ke's life and allow him to complete the assassination!"

"Then we can return to the void! Return to our peak!"

"What does losing this little bit of essence matter then?!"

"Once the tyrant dies, all the energy in this dream will be ours!"

The big idiot cried and kowtowed on the ground:

"Family members!"

"Let's give it our all!!!"

"For final victory!!!"

……

These words.

Like the most deadly poison.

It deeply pierced the deepest desires and resentments in the heart of every nightmare.

Yes.

It's just squeezing out one more drop, isn't it?

If we succeed, it will all be worth it!

"I...I'll give..."

Second Uncle bit his tongue in his nightmare, forcing out the last bit of strength.

"Pfft."

It forced out another drop of its dim origin.

"I'll give one too..."

"For freedom..."

Three thousand nightmares.

In extreme weakness and despair, he once again began a frenzied process of self-destruction.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

……

Five minutes later.

In the hand of the big idiot, there was a "pill" the size of a longan, as black as ink.

This is actually a highly concentrated "Nightmare Origin Essence Sphere"!

Hahahaha!!!

[We're rich! We're rich!!!]

Big idiot was laughing hysterically inside, but he put on a solemn expression on his face.

He solemnly handed the "elixir" to Jing Ke.

"brother."

"This is the hard-earned money of the entire village."

"Unless it's a critical moment, that is, when you're close to the tyrant and about to assassinate him, never eat it!"

"Once you consume it, it will instantly unleash your potential and give you boundless power!"

With trembling hands, Jing Ke accepted the "Exploding Pill" and carefully hid it close to his body.

"Don't worry, you big idiot brother."

"I, Jing Ke, will certainly not fail in my mission!"

……

Looking at the three thousand relatives who had become completely translucent and were lying on the ground struggling to breathe.

Big idiot nodded in satisfaction.

[We've really squeezed every last drop of profit out of this company.]

There's absolutely no drop left.

Da Sabi prepared to turn around and leave, taking Jing Ke into the palace to report.

"etc!"

Suddenly, the big idiot remembered something and frowned:

[This kid went to the imperial palace empty-handed, wearing only a burlap sack?]

What kind of temper does the Emperor have? He's a complete freeloader!

"You're a beggar, going to see her empty-handed?"

Will she let you get close?

She wouldn't even glance at you; she just let that expressionless guy shoot you like a hornet's nest!

No, assassination is all about surprise!

We must find a plausible excuse to attract the Emperor's attention, so that he can legitimately approach him!

What excuse is most likely to grab the attention of a glutton?

That's definitely... a treasure map to delicious food!!!

The big idiot's eyes lit up with a maddening green light once again.

He slowly turned around.

He looked at the group of "relatives" on the ground who were barely clinging to life.

……

"Cough cough."

Big idiot rubbed his hands together and gave an awkward smile.

"that……"

"Second Uncle, Aunt, and all family members..."

"I suddenly remembered a very fatal flaw."

The nightmare of my second uncle lying in sewage, almost transparent.

He turned his head with difficulty.

Looking at that stupid expression.

A chill ran straight up to the top of my head.

"What...what are you trying to do now...?"

My second uncle's voice was already barely audible.

Da Sa Bi Gan chuckled twice, rubbed his hands together, and stepped forward:

"Think about it."

"How could Brother Jing Ke possibly get close to that tyrant if he went empty-handed?"

"That tyrant is an extremely greedy glutton!"

"She wouldn't even look at ordinary treasures!"

"We have to cater to their preferences!"

"we need to……"

Big idiot took a deep breath and ruthlessly proposed a third round of exploitation:

"We need to prepare bait for our brother Jing Ke!"

"A lure that will make a tyrant drool and willingly gravitate towards you!"

"we need to……"

"Use your last bit of spiritual strength."

"It materialized into a scroll ten meters long..."

"The 'Ten Thousand Miles of Pots, Bowls, and Ladles' Painting!!!"

……

……

"puff------!!!!!!"

Upon hearing this...

Second Uncle's Nightmare.

Aunt's nightmare.

More than three thousand nightmares lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

collective.

He coughed up a huge mouthful of transparent soul blood!

"You big idiot!!!"

"Are you even human?!"

Uncle Meng, with a sudden burst of strength, sprang up from the ground and pointed at the big idiot's nose, cursing loudly:

"You're trying to suck my marrow dry!!!"

"You're trying to completely drain us, to destroy us both physically and mentally!!!"

"I quit!!!"

"I'd rather beg for food here than play with you!!!"

……

Faced with the riots of their relatives.

The big idiot remained completely unfazed.

His face darkened, and he slapped his thigh hard, spitting directly onto his second uncle's face.

"Second Uncle!!!"

"Pah!"

How could you be so selfish?!

"Look at the brothers Jing Ke!"

The big idiot pointed at Jing Ke, who looked completely bewildered:

"He risked his life for everyone!"

"He, a mere mortal, wielded a dagger to stab that half-skeletal monster!"

"He's not afraid of death!"

"You've only expended a tiny amount of mental energy, what are you complaining about?!"

Big idiot pounded his chest in anguish:

"You are destroying the last hope of our Nightmare Clan!!!"

"Without this scroll of 'Ten Thousand Miles of Pots and Pans' as cover, Brother Jing Ke wouldn't even have been able to get through the gate; they would have been beaten to death!"

"Can you bear to watch heroes sacrifice themselves in vain?!"

"Can you bear to let our great cause of restoring our nation be ruined by this roll of blueprints?!"

……

Moral blackmail.

Moreover, they were positioned at a high vantage point, firing wildly from every angle.

The Three Thousand Nightmares were rendered speechless by the big idiot's rant.

They looked at Jing Ke, who stood there, his eyes gloomy yet resolute.

A deep sense of guilt and a sense of heroism once again took hold in their not-so-bright minds.

"well……"

Auntie shed murky tears from her nightmare.

"That idiot is right..."

"If our brother Jing Ke isn't afraid of death, what do we have to be reluctant to do?"

"Family members..."

"Let's give it our all!"

"This is the last time!"

"For freedom!"

……

then.

In an atmosphere of extreme tragedy and desolation.

These are the nightmare beggars who have already been drained dry twice.

Holding hands.

They formed a large circle.

Close your eyes.

It ignited the last, faint, almost invisible flame deep within their souls.

"Buzz—"

A very faint light appeared.

One minute.

ten minutes.

Half an hour passed.

……

"Bang."

That scroll was formed from the final spiritual energy of three thousand nightmares.

It is ten meters long and is covered with all the high-calorie "ingredients" of the dream world (oil drums, steel pipes, various oddly shaped ores, and pots and pans).

"A Picture of Pots, Bowls and Ladles Across Ten Thousand Miles"

It fell to the ground with a "thud".

……

"Thump, thump, thump..."

More than three thousand high-level nightmares.

They became a group of people who could barely move a finger, truly "vegetative state" patients.

Their bodies were so transparent that they were almost invisible.

Lying in the mud of the sewer.

I don't even have the strength to breathe.

"It's done..."

My second uncle, still groaning in his nightmare, weakly uttered two words before his eyes rolled back and he completely passed out.

……

Big Sapphire was quick-witted and picked up the heavy scroll.

Feel the abundant "spiritual energy" within.

【Perfect!】

My life is now completely saved!

Big Sabbie was overjoyed inside, but put on a face of utter grief.

He handed the scroll to Jing Ke.

then.

He took the most important step – “shifting the blame”.

"The brothers Jing Ke."

The big idiot grasped Jing Ke's hand, his tone serious and solemn:

"This journey to the imperial palace is fraught with peril, with only a slim chance of survival."

"To prevent that tyrant from using soul-searching techniques to find our whereabouts from your memories."

"And also to protect these three thousand family members who have given everything for you..."

The big idiot stared into Jing Ke's eyes and said, word by word:

"I must erase all memories from your mind about my true identity!"

"From now on, in your memory, I am just a mysterious palace agent, codenamed 'Mr. X'."

"No matter what torture you endure, you will not reveal my whereabouts!"

"Are you willing to accept this sacrifice?!"

……

……

Jing Ke looked at the "righteous and awe-inspiring" face of the big idiot.

Impressed.

"Big idiot brother, you've thought of everything!"

"bring it on!"

"For the sake of our great cause, erase my memory!"

Without hesitation, Da Sabi stretched out his finger and gently tapped Jing Ke's forehead.

"Buzz".

A faint trace of spiritual energy flashed by.

Jing Ke's eyes glazed over for a moment, then cleared again.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Da Sabi was no longer familiar; instead, it had turned into a kind of awe as if he were looking at a "mysterious accomplice."

"Mr. X".

Jing Ke nodded respectfully:

"I'm ready."

……

Big idiot laughed wildly in his heart.

【Ha ha ha ha!】

[Idiot!]

Even if those killers catch you and slice you into pieces, they'll never trace it back to me!

[I can still hide in the imperial kitchen and make my escape once things calm down!]

Da Sabi patted Jing Ke on the shoulder and turned around.

Under the cover of night.

Without looking back, he vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Only a group of nightmare beggars with faces full of reverence remained.

……

……

The banks of the Yi River (actually a huge sewage outlet of the imperial city's moat).

The cold wind was howling.

The stench was unbearable.

A few stray dogs, having eaten their fill, were wandering around nearby.

Jing Ke stood here, holding the scroll of "Ten Thousand Miles of Pots and Pans".

He was thin and frail.

Yet it exudes a tragic grandeur, like the mournful cry of the wind and the cold of the Yi River.

The second uncle's nightmare and the eldest aunt's nightmare served as representatives to see them off.

Standing next to the sewage outlet.

In their hands, they held a porcelain bowl with a large chip in it.

The bowl was filled with more than half a bowl of murky, yellowish swill that had just been scooped up from the sewage outlet.

On the surface of the water, there was even half a dead fish head floating, its eyes gleaming with a deathly gray-white light.

"Jing Ke..."

My second uncle, in a nightmare, held the broken bowl in both hands, tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling uncontrollably:

"The journey to the palace is long and arduous."

"This farewell drink...you should finish it!"

"For the future of the Nightmare Clan!"

My aunt also cried her eyes out during her nightmare:

"Good boy, you must come back alive!"

……

Jing Ke stood in the cold wind.

He carried the ten-meter-long scroll of "Ten Thousand Miles of Pots, Bowls and Ladles".

He stared at the bowl of foul-smelling swill, which was floating with dead fish heads.

There was not a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Instead, it conveys an extreme sense of tragic grandeur and resolute determination, like the line from the poem "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."

He strode forward.

He took the broken bowl with both hands.

Tilt your head back.

"Glug! Glug! Glug!"

In the biting cold wind.

in one breath.

He drank that bowl of swill, which was comparable to a biological weapon, along with the dead fish head, all in one gulp!

"Snapped!"

Jing Ke smashed the broken bowl on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

He vigorously wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth with his dirty sleeve.

His gaze was like a drawn sword, piercing straight into the brightly lit imperial city in the distance.

"The wind howls... the sewers are cold!"

"Jing Ke is going forth... surely to slay that tyrant!"

Done.

Jing Ke suddenly turned around.

He left everyone with an epic silhouette—lean, resolute, yet imbued with endless dark humor.

Braving the cold wind.

He strode quickly toward the perilous abyss palace.

………………

The outer perimeter of the palace.

In front of the Golden Palace Square.

Jing Ke followed behind the big idiot, walking step by step toward the colossal structure that symbolized supreme power.

Although he lost his memory.

However, his instincts as a high-level nightmare kept him extremely vigilant.

however.

The moment he stepped outside the palace.

His heart, which was originally as firm as iron, was that of an assassin.

moment.

They were shocked by what felt like a dimensional reduction attack.

……

"this……"

"What kind of terrifying hellhole is this?!"

Jing Ke's eyes widened, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

What did he see?

On the left side of the square, in a garden.

An elderly man (Walter Young) wearing an ancient-style Grand Tutor's robe.

He was sitting on a stone bench.

He was holding a cup of tea.

And in front of him.

A miniature, simulated black hole, radiating an aura of extreme destruction, was floating there!

That black hole can even swallow light, and the surrounding space is extremely distorted!

And this Grand Tutor.

He was casually holding a few walnuts.

"Clatter".

It was thrown into the edge of that simulated black hole.

Using the terrifying gravity of a black hole to tear things apart.

"Click click click".

It crushed the hard shell of the walnut with extreme precision!

then.

The old man reached out and pried the intact walnut kernel out of the black hole's gravitational field.

Put it in your mouth.

Chew slowly and carefully.

……

Jing Ke swallowed hard.

What the hell is that monster?!

Using a black hole capable of swallowing stars... to crack walnuts?!

[If he casually tapped me with his cane, my soul would probably be reduced to ashes!]

Jing Ke's legs felt weak.

He forcibly looked away.

I looked to the right side of the square.

……

In the pavilion on the right.

A man with white hair flowing down his shoulders, wearing the purple and gold official robes of a prime minister (Jing Yuan).

He was lying slumped in a rocking chair in a completely unladylike manner.

Holding a cup of bubble tea with a straw in one hand, she slurped it up every now and then.

The other hand.

Holding a small booklet with a flashy cover.

The words "My Years as a Dragon Lord in the Immortal Ship" are faintly visible on it.

Jing Ke: What... what is this again?