Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Karslana: Suspended Peak City...now...very...]

[Fireworks: Stop! Can you speak more fluently? By the time you finish, the Iron Tomb might already be born.]

[Tian: I followed him, I saw him. Little enemy, speaking of what Suspended Peak City looks like now... have you ever eaten Black Forest cake?]

[Wan Di: I've not only eaten it, I can even cook it. Is this related to Suspended Peak City?]

[Tian: That makes things easier. Imagine a Black Forest cake, 20 centimeters in diameter, fragrant and perfectly round. Suddenly, she pulls out a 40-meter-long scimitar and slices it into eight pieces, but doesn't separate them. Suppose you're carrying this cake and rushing to find Xiaobai, only to be tripped by Fei'er's sweeping leg kick. Thud! The cake crashes to the ground, bursting with black, white, yellow, and all sorts of colors of filling, and then gets trampled by a passing earth beast. Ten times worse than that, that's what Suspended Peak City looks like now.]

[Star: Oh, that makes it complete.]

[Fireworks: Good heavens, they actually managed to make up a story out of this deadly appearance?]

[Wan Di: Me, this...]

[Kauslana: Sorry... I used too much force... That's how it ended up in one move...]

"Cough cough cough!" Wan Di choked on his breath and almost couldn't catch his breath.

Your methods are practically turning all the stones into gas, aren't they?

Saifei patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, relax, little prince. Think positively, there's no one left alive in Suspended Peak City, right?"

"Cough!!!" Wan Di's eyes widened, and he coughed even more violently.

[Fireworks: But anyway, our savior is finally free from the threat of death brought by his own people. Congratulations! Congratulations!]

[Black Swan: It might sound harsh coming from me, but at least I won't unintentionally push my companions into a fire pit due to some illogical accident.]

[Yao Guang: Don't be careless! In my divination, your "action" is quite interesting.]

[Star: March is so comfortable. I can just quietly drink Himeko's coffee on the train.]

[March 7th: This is practically the same as death, isn't it?]

At the same time, the content on the light screen changed in the blink of an eye.

The picturesque exotic city-states quickly receded into the distance, replaced by a technologically advanced steel jungle.

The Black Tower space station was now completely deserted.

Meanwhile, the Black Tower, as the host, was looking impatiently at the two uninvited guests before him—Sunday and Walter.

[Robin: This... is Lady Black Tower's residence, right? My brother and Mr. Walter actually came to visit together?]

[Star: Old Ri seems so dull, his demeanor is completely different from his usual way of speaking.]

[Robin: Indeed, my brother looks... even cuter like this.]

[Sunday: Cute?]

Black Tower was helpless regarding the "grudges and grievances" that had just occurred.

Despite all his calculations, these two guys still managed to barge in. To avoid them being stared at to death by the gaze he received during his audience with the machine head when they were completely unprepared, he had no choice but to abort the audience procedure, which was almost successful.

However, to make these two respectable people so disregard etiquette, hmm, that's going to be quite interesting.

"Didn't the Star Train already depart? Is the world really that magical that it would make you make a special trip back?"

The two exchanged a glance, and after a moment of silence, Walter decided to tell the whole story: "Because... we're in a dilemma."

"Especially after witnessing it firsthand, if Onphalus is indeed closely related to the stars, destiny, and even [intelligence], we need the wisdom of a genius."

[March 7th: Oh~~ So this is to call for reinforcements? Then the conversation between the Black Tower and the Ancient Ones, the part where destruction is mutually guaranteed, right?]

[Star: Uncle Yang is so reliable! He went to great lengths to get us out of trouble, and he even managed to get help from both Pinocchio and the Black Tower Space Station!]

However, their next exchange left the viewers momentarily stunned.

Black Tower calmly replied, "Why don't you elaborate on the 'dilemma' you speak of, Mr. Yang?"

Walter took a deep breath, his brows furrowing into a deep knot: "Two companions who were very important to us have disappeared without a trace since entering Onfaros."

"In addition... there is another companion."

"She developed terrible symptoms that we couldn't explain."

Boom boom boom! ! !

A sudden sound transition occurred, this time giving the audience no time to react.

Inside the Starry Sky Train, the condition of March 7's room was immediately displayed to everyone, or rather, it gave March 7 and her bed a very prominent close-up.

On March 7th, I huddled in my blankets, but the bed that should have been warm was now covered in solid ice!

With a series of thumping sounds, her pale face zoomed in on the screen until it finally froze.

And along with that magnified the eyes of everyone on the train crew in reality.

They were stunned and speechless, their hearts skipping a beat amidst the rapid sound effects.

[March 7th: Seriously?! I got shot even though I was lying down? Who's the one who accidentally attacked me this time?]

[Star: It really turned into a beautiful ice cube? It doesn't work for good things, but it works like magic the moment it touches something bad!]

[Fireworks: Beautiful but freezing, beautiful but freezing! Black Swan, what were you just celebrating?]

[Black Swan: Uh... coincidence, it's all just a coincidence.]

[Qingque: Occasionally a coincidence, often an occasional occurrence! Is this some new technique developed by Yiting that you used? The damage is too great. A casual move, and one is in danger, one is dead, and one goes missing.]

[Yao Guang: Ms. Black Swan, why don't you change your name to bring yourself some good luck?]

Black Swan: This...

Looking at the sleeping March 7th in the light screen, and then at the surrounding frame.

The black swan was speechless with shame and indignation, unable to defend itself.

With the Star God of Memory above, what kind of luck does she have?!

"Could it be that I've gotten myself into some kind of unclean thing?"

……

"...Thankfully, she's still alive."

"..." Himeko remained silent, staring at Black Swan with speechless eyes. The words "You comforted her well, but don't do it again next time" were practically projected onto Black Swan's face in her pupils.

The black swan seemed a little embarrassed, so it began to examine the patient closely: "Was she like this when the train first salvaged March 7th?"

Himeko nodded: "The situation is very similar. It's just that back then, there wasn't a single person on the train who could diagnose her."

Black Swan: "But she still woke up naturally. On a brighter note, perhaps there's hope this time too."

Himeko looked worried.

"When I awoke from the ice, my memory of March was completely blank. I prepared for the worst; I absolutely could not let the same thing happen a second time."

[Hoshi: Exactly! Hoping for a natural awakening? What a joke! How could Himeko do something so irresponsible, selfish, unreliable, and like a complete idiot?]

Black Swan: ...