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

"Why aren't you up here!" March 7th couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Yang is fighting with someone! Such a powerful person, why aren't you helping him?"

"Three minutes."

Qi Ye held up three fingers, leaning lazily against the edge of the pit.

"A real man only lasts three minutes. I just finished transforming, and now I'm in my post-coital period."

"What 'post-coital meditation'?!"

"It means the ultimate skill has been used and is on cooldown."

Qi Ye pointed to the rapidly spinning gravity ball in the night sky, her tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Besides, Uncle Yang was having so much fun. Look at his smile, his mouth was practically stretched to his ears."

He wasn't happy when I offered to help!

He finally found a living person who could fight him head-on.

If I jump in to steal the kill right now, he can turn around and run me over with his Creation Engine.

March 7th followed his gaze.

Walter was indeed laughing.

That kind of wild laughter that made me feel like I was the only one who mattered in the world.

Laughter echoed across the snow-covered plain, shaking the snow beneath her feet.

With a wave of his right hand, a massive mechanical construct materialized from the void.

Some kind of old-fashioned railgun, its muzzle flashing a blinding white light, then a beam of light shot out.

The silver wolf dodged, and the white light grazed past her, striking the distant ice peak.

The entire mountaintop exploded as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.

Rocks flew everywhere, and an avalanche roared down from the mountainside.

Silver Wolf glanced down at the mountain peak that had been sliced ​​off by the white light, then at Walter, and muttered a curse:

"Old man, are you crazy? Is this antique your family heirloom?"

"It's not exactly an heirloom, but this cannon is definitely quite old."

Walter pushed up his glasses, the arrogant curve of his lips like he was showing off his antique collection.

"Back then, we used it to bombard the Herrscher in Siberia."

You're the second person to taste it; you should feel honored.

Of course, the first one who survived the cannon fire was the one who got hit.

You won't die either—I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your life to go back and deliver the message.

"furious!"

Silver Wolf was too lazy to waste words with him. Six wings of light suddenly unfolded behind him, each wingtip shining with a dazzling white light.

Six lasers shot out simultaneously, tracing intersecting paths in the air, like a giant net of light descending upon Walter.

Walter didn't dodge, or even raise his hand.

He simply stood there, looking up as the net of light drew ever closer.

Then he let out a wild laugh that made the entire Belleburg tremble.

"Hahahaha—Six laser beams? That's it?"

When I was pierced through the chest by Sirin's Imaginary Spear in Siberia back then, I didn't even flinch!

Are you giving me acupuncture?! Acupuncture is more powerful than you!

He raised his right hand, palm facing forward, and a semi-transparent gravity barrier opened up in front of him.

The lasers struck the barrier without even creating a crack.

It's like water hitting a tilted piece of glass, splashing in all directions.

One of the refracted laser beams grazed Silver Wolf's ear, shaving off a few strands of her hair.

Walter looked down at the intact barrier in his palm.

He looked up at the silver wolf again, then shook his head in disappointment.

"That's it? I thought the current Herrscher of Reason was really that good, but it turns out she can't even break through my defenses."

Who is your teacher? Go back and tell him that the teaching level is poor and suggest he repeat the course.

"You—" Silver Wolf was so angry he almost swallowed his chewing gum.

At this moment, the soldiers on the city wall had completely abandoned their pretense of maintaining a fighting posture.

A young Iron Guard crouched behind the wall, clutching his helmet.

Looking up at the two figures exchanging blows in the sky, his voice trembled:

"What is that...? Is that something a human can do?"

The veteran next to him did not answer him.

He simply tightened his helmet, then lowered his body and buried his head in his arms.

Cocolia stood by the window of Cripper Castle, watching the two figures locked in battle in the distance, and sighed with relief:

"Luckily, I was smart enough back then!"

Walter had returned to the ground, his breathing perfectly steady.

He looked up at the panting silver wolf in mid-air, his smile growing increasingly arrogant.

"Young lady, have you ever wondered why I am revered as the Lawgiver of Reason?"

Silver Wolf frowned, his grip on the data sword tightening subtly.

"Because you used to be?"

"Because I can turn imagination into reality!"

Walter spread his arms, and ripples spread through the void behind him.

The whole sky has changed.

Within a radius of several kilometers centered on him.

Rays of light spread out from the void.

One warship after another leaped out of his imagination.

Battleships from the old era, air cruisers from the Anti-Entropy era, and several floating motherships that clearly bear the hallmarks of Destiny.

There were even several heavy mechs, no smaller than the Creation Engine, arranged in a neat array.

All the cannons on the deck were pointed in the same direction, forming a dark mass.

Like a layer of clouds made of steel and cannon muzzles, it covered the entire night sky.

"You think I became the leader of the Anti-Entropy Alliance just by talking?"

I used to yell at her like that back in the day!

After bombing her, she even said that I, an old man, lack martial ethics!

But I simply don't follow martial ethics!

Because only those who survive have the right to talk about martial virtue!

Silver Wolf looked up, but gave up after counting half of them because there were just too many.

"Old man—does your family own an arms factory?"

Walter pushed up his glasses, threw his head back, and laughed wildly:

Hahahaha! You're scared already?

I haven't even taken out my most treasured possessions yet!

This is the power of the Herrscher of Reason—the farther you can imagine, the more intense the firepower!

You think hacking the creation engine makes you the final boss?

In front of me, you're not even a hidden monster in the beginner's village!

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"

Silver Wolf's voice was distorted, and his fingers were frantically tapping on the game console buttons.

"Just you wait! Once I've finished changing this boss's stats, let's see how long you can keep laughing!"

"Damn it, what kind of bug is this? It's freezing again!"

Shouldn't this crappy game console get its RAM upgraded?

Walter smiled and simply raised his right hand, palm up.

A small black sphere condensed in his hand and then began to expand.

Everything around it was being sucked in and was rushing toward that sphere.

Silver Wolf's expression changed.

She recognized it: a miniature black hole taking shape.

"Old man, are you crazy?!"

For the first time, her voice carried a genuine sense of panic, and she almost dropped the game console.

"That's a black hole! You're putting a black hole here? This planet will disappear!!"

"Hahahaha! I am Yang Chaoyue! Who have I ever been afraid of!"

Walter laughed wildly and walked towards her step by step.

The black sphere spun faster and faster in his palm.

"Oh, tyrant of the heavens..."

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the black vortex and the swirling snow, locking onto the silver wolf.

"Let's see what it looks like when stars shatter!"

The black sphere slipped from my grasp.

Silver Wolf immediately teleported it away. Although it was unknown where it was teleported to, at least it was no longer in this space.

Silver Wolf was panting heavily when a row of red error messages popped up on the game console screen.

She looked at Walter, who was still in the throwing stance on the ground, and cursed:

"Are you crazy?! You almost blew up the whole planet!"

Walter withdrew his hand, adjusted his glasses, and wore an extremely self-righteous arrogance on his face:

"I knew you would catch it."

If you can't even handle this, then you're not worthy of being called a law enforcer.

"Neuropathy!"

"And I have no intention of actually blowing up this planet."

He added another sentence, the arrogant smile on his lips undiminished.

"I just wanted to see if you, the younger generation, could accept the gift from your predecessor."

Congratulations, you passed.

But don't get too cocky—I didn't even use half my strength.

If we were really fighting, you'd be floating in space by now.