Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Cocolia's change of attitude was so sudden that no one in the entire conference room had time to react.

Bronya stood in the doorway, her eyes wide open!

She looked at her adoptive mother, the one who had ruled Belloberg for decades.

A ruthless guardian who never bows his head before anyone.

She was holding a strange man's hands and shaking him vigorously, while repeatedly calling him "Master".

Jepard stood on the other side of the long table, completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.

Qiye, with the face of March 7th, opened her mouth into a perfect O shape.

He turned to look at Xing, who was also looking at him. The two of them exchanged the following words with their eyes.

"What's going on?"

"have no idea."

"Did Uncle Yang scare that thing away?"

"It seems so."

"So now we're a team of masters?"

"I guess so."

March 7th, with Qiye's body on his body, seemed to have been put on pause.

She tried to understand

"What kind of development is this?"

"How did she suddenly believe it?"

What exactly did Uncle Yang do?

Am I still dreaming?

Dan Heng nodded thoughtfully.

If you encounter someone unkind, you can simply act like a ghost or a spirit and get what you want.

He made a note of it!

"This child is teachable."

Walter released Cocolia's hand, took a half step back, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You're a pretty good guy."

She's much better than the Cocolia I know.

That Cocolia...

He pushed up his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of reminiscence.

"When I found out what she did back then, I wanted to kill her!"

"...What happened to Cocolia afterward?"

Qi Ye couldn't help but ask.

"And then?" Walter spread his hands. "And then she killed herself."

"..."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Cocolia coughed lightly:

"Um, Master... let's get back to the Star Core."

She turned and walked quickly to the wall, taking down the huge city map of Belleburg.

He spread it out on the long table and pointed his finger at a certain spot in the ice field.

"The exact location of the star's core is deep within the Everlasting Winter Ridge."

The core area of ​​the rift is surrounded by a large number of monsters.

Walter stared at the spot on the map marked by Cocolia, remained silent for two seconds, and then straightened up.

"Alright, I know the place."

Cocolia looked up at Welt, regaining some of the composure of a Great Guardian.

But the devout light from before still lingered in his eyes.

When does the master plan to depart? How many people are needed?

"The Iron Guard can send an elite squadron to escort them; the supplies will be ready tonight."

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Walter laughed loudly, the arrogant curve of his lips making it seem as if he were about to go to a duel with no suspense.

"Who am I? I am Yang Chaoyue."

A mere star core, a broken rock buried underground for hundreds of years, dares to equip me for battle?

Tomorrow? Not needed. Squadron? Not needed. Supplies? Not needed at all.

"I am enough on my own."

He turned and strode toward the window, the hem of his trench coat swirling in the air in a clean arc.

He took two steps and suddenly stopped, turned his head, and left everyone with a perfect profile silhouette.

"I'm off."

The next second, he was lifted into the air, transforming into a golden streak of light that shot straight up to the ceiling.

boom!

Stone fragments fell like rain.

A cold wind blew in through the huge hole in the ceiling, scattering documents all over the table.

Cocolia looked up at the large hole from which stone dust was still falling, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

A layer of fine stone dust settled on Bronya's silver-gray curly hair.

But she didn't have time to pay attention; at that moment, she was staring in disbelief at the huge hole in the ceiling.

Jepard stood directly below the hole, looking up at the snow-covered sky with a blank expression.

His face clearly said, "I've never seen anything like this in my more than ten years in the military."

Xing looked up at the hole, remained silent for two seconds, then turned to look at Qi Ye:

"Has Uncle Yang forgotten about us?"

Qiye was silent for two seconds:

"...It seems so."

"Does he think we can keep up?"

"We can't catch up."

"Then he should know we can't catch up."

"He may have forgotten."

"Has he forgotten about us?"

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously turned to look at the large, drafty hole above them.

On March 7th, she finally came to her senses. Pointing to the hole, she raised her voice by half a tone:

"Uncle Yang just left like that?! He smashed a hole in the roof of Cripper Castle and then flew away?!"

"Has Uncle Yang...has he...has he really lost his mind from eating fish?!"

"You made that fish."

Qiye reminded her.

"I hope it's true now!!"

Bronya finally snapped out of her shock.

She turned to look at Cocolia, her tone carrying an unprecedented uncertainty:

"Mother...that hole..."

"Find someone to replace it."

Cocolia dusted off her hands.

"...Where is Mr. Yang Chaoyue?"

Cocolia walked to the window, looking at the rapidly shrinking dot of light in the night sky, her expression complex.

"It seems the master really doesn't need to prepare!"

Before Cocolia could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard outside the meeting room.

A guard rushed in without knocking, his armor still covered in snow, his face deathly pale!

"Report, Great Guardian! Something terrible has happened!"

Cocolia turned her head, her brows furrowed:

"What serious incident? Did the master hit someone when he flew away?"

"No, no! It's much more serious than that!"

Iron Guard was panting heavily.

"Lower level area, the lower level area is reversed!"