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

The golden wheel swayed, and the train headed towards another station.

[Star: No, it's not over yet! Based on previous experience, will another Annihilation Lord be lurking here again? Whose territory is the Glazed Light Belt again? Oh right, it's Aha! Could it be that we'll encounter Guiji this time?]

[March 7th: Now that you mention it, oh dear...]

Previously, in the second part of the collection of starry sky fables, that perverse artistic pursuit was still vivid in my mind.

This guy treats human lives like toys. He may not be the most troublesome king, but if you encounter him, you will definitely die the most miserable and ugly death!

[Fireworks: You never know... Although the Mourning Performers are stereotypically considered part of the Pleasure Force, don't forget that their Pleasure Force comes from their sharp criticism of Aha, which led to them being labeled by the Entertainment People. Legally, the Performers instantly became subordinates of the object of their criticism, but of course, they won't accept it. Therefore, their self-identity is quite different from ours in the tavern. Oh, although the tavern doesn't respect Aha much either, at least we respect Pleasure!]

[Star: Um... I guess that's just like Aha's style?]

As the melodious music played, a magnificent city came into view.

The celestial bodies, burned to ashes by the flames, transformed into magnificent glass, which mourners used as their perfect stage, building a crystal-like city.

Actors, clad in white robes and wearing golden masks, sat on small black boats, singing a series of poignant and heroic songs.

The audience felt even heavier than the performers.

They realized that if the Star Train went even slightly off course, the entire galaxy would be doomed.

People nowadays just hope that nothing too serious will happen.

Especially the mourners, all silently prayed that the war of gods would never break out again from their place.

Let's get someone like Huanlong! Although the cost of defeating her would be considerable, at least there's hope if we unite with some powerful forces!

The idea of ​​returning to silence is still too "mourning".

Kafka's voice came from the light screen: "[Script] Epilogue..."

The high-pitched piano keys then fell, the soothing music was gone forever, only the climax of the sonata resounded.

The curtain rises, and the mourners crown a swordsman, while the others chatter in fear, their meaning unclear, but the ominous implications are obvious to everyone.

Beyond the band of light, on the even more dazzling Milky Way...

"Black holes and white holes devour each other, tearing the Milky Way apart."

In the music, a dazzling white hole supports the sky.

Multicolored light is often associated with words like hope and justice, but this guy is an exception!

When the mourners saw that figure, their hearts sank to the ground; their faces beneath the masks were even more grim than the masks themselves.

What came was certainly not tranquility...

Kafka casually revealed the answer: "Because that path leads to the most ferocious enemy—the Foehn."

Instead, it's the even more troublesome foehn wind!

As the strongest among the Great Lords of Annihilation, how could anyone possibly survive against him? Of course, he is indeed better than Guiji in one aspect.

Falling into the hands of the Burning Wind would be a quick and dignified death...

[Qingque: This... seems hopeless, doesn't it?]

[Star: More than that...]

Xing rested her chin on her hands, her eyes hidden in shadow.

The scene of Fenfeng and Bai'e's battle was still vivid in his mind. In that battle, only Bai'e was fighting desperately, while for Fenfeng, it was as if he was just strolling around, having a sparring session!

Compared to Caislan, these people seem to be at a slight disadvantage...

She scratched her head in frustration: "Ugh! Why did the train suddenly decide to go here?!"

On March 7th, someone shouted in her ear, "Wait, look, isn't that... Uncle Yang?"

"Um?"

Hope was rekindled in the eyes of the mourners.

On the screen, an elegant scholar-like man held up a strange cane. Even though the person in front of him was one of the best among the Great Lords of Annihilation, he still faced the challenge head-on and stepped forward to engage in close combat with him.

It was Walter Young!

The black hole shrouded half of the starry sky, standing in stark contrast to the white hole, creating a clear, distinct line between them.

The two sides devoured each other, vying for supremacy. Unfortunately, the remaining half-circle of dark light already foreshadowed that in the near future, this starry sky would witness a grand and tragic epic, filled with blood and tears.

A warrior who fought bravely his whole life could not ultimately have a happy ending.

[Xing: Uncle Yang, you actually dared to do that? Are you that brave?!]

[March 7th: That Rakshasa... cough cough, I didn't say anything.]

"Mr. Walter." Dan Heng and his companions were moved.

How could they not have guessed why Walter did this? Look closely at the light screen; there's no Star Train on it.

In other words, Walter most likely stepped out of the train carriage and onto a path from which there was no return, so that they could evacuate safely.

Even if he were to give his life, it might not buy him much time, but he still stepped forward without hesitation!

Of course, there is another possibility: that all the passengers on the train had already perished, and he chose to die with them.

"Mr. Walter..."

Walter watched the scene without changing his expression in the slightest.

Similar past events are still vivid in his mind, and there has never been another choice he made.

The only option is to fight!

[Bai Er: Mr. Walter, we've had the same experience! Unfortunately, it all turned out to be... overestimating our abilities.]

Walter: There's no need to blame yourself; there's value in overestimating one's abilities. Even before I became an anonymous figure, and even earlier, I was already aware of this. When everything is on the verge of destruction, someone needs to stand up and inspire all those still alive with their actions, giving them the confidence to continue fighting!

Moreover, if it's possible to get a train that's about to reach its final destination back onto the boundless orbit of the starry sky, then choosing to get off at a station in the middle... is acceptable!

I am lucky; so far, I have never truly reached the end.

[March 7th: Uncle Yang, the way you're talking... what have you been through?!]

[Sunday: Mr. Walter, your character is truly admirable.]

[Feixiao: That's right. Our opponent isn't some random nobody; it's Fenfeng! Being able to exchange blows with him is something 99% of the people in the universe wouldn't even dare to dream of.]

[Jingyuan: Life is what I desire, but there are things I desire even more than life, therefore I will not seek to preserve it at any cost. Those who can peacefully give up their lives for righteousness are sages!]

[Yao Guang: It's a pity that fate seems to have a particular fondness for tormenting those with strong wills.]

The image on the light screen changes.

Xing was trapped at one end of the hourglass and lost consciousness, her limbs limp and drooping upwards against gravity.

Bats, firearms, top hats, cameras, records, and countless pieces of paper were scattered all over him.

Everyone, especially the train crew, had their hearts pounding.

Could those things be... relics?!

Sure enough, the hourglass turned upside down.

At the other end, Himeko, Dan, and the rest of the train crew, now blood-red spirits, painfully reached out their arms to the other side, but before they could touch them, their arms shattered and vanished.

Even with the sound blocked out, one can imagine how shrill their screams were.

[Walter: What a pity, only one was rescued from another planet?]

[Undying Path: Dude, that's enough. The guy over there isn't someone to mess with!]