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

[Qingque: It's safe now, really safe, right? With a half-step Star God in charge, if this still can't surpass that so-called A ending, then it can only mean that a perfect ending simply doesn't exist!]

[Phantom Image: This plot development... is fantastic! Reality truly is the richest source of material!]

[Potio: Holy crap! Ever since this light screen appeared, I haven't had a single day of peace. Now, finally, I can have some real fun, right?!]

Not only him, but the entire galaxy was seething with anger.

The Zandal and the Iron Tomb, and even the great deeds of Bodhidharma and Nanook, were so numerous that ordinary people had nowhere to turn for help.

But today, after seeing Xi Liantong's overwhelming figure, everything is different.

The desire to finally achieve something great surged.

"I've finally waited for this day~~! I've been terribly scared these past few days."

"Come on, smash the Iron Tomb to pieces!"

"Avenge the future!"

……

The roar of the Platinum Train echoed across the starry sky.

In the blink of an eye, the familiar Onfaros star system was right before their eyes. This place was the only and most difficult-to-see dark place in the universe, where the phantom of the Iron Tomb bared its fangs and claws in the dark clouds.

Several force field shields spanning the star field rose up to block the arrival of the pioneers.

But for modern trains, anything that dares to block the way in front of the locomotive will only have one fate—being smashed!

The train hurtled wildly, and the blue field shield shattered like glass.

Then came the white, orange... all three shields crumbled upon contact, not even qualifying to become speed bumps.

The last one!

boom!

The train came to a stop on the blood-red barrier.

[Pottior: He's absolutely right! That's the kind of spirit we need. A dump truck is way more effective than 9mm bullets! Keep it up!]

[Undying Path: Ah~~ This exhilarating feeling... I haven't felt this way in so long. This old man is suddenly seized by youthful exuberance, let's charge!]

[Feixiao: Keep going! There's no reason to let something like this stop you.]

Under immense inertia, the straight train twisted and broke...

However, starting from the point of impact, the shield also developed fine cracks resembling blood-red flowers.

Xing's figure reappeared, and was sent flying backward by the enormous reaction force.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more!

She gritted her teeth, steadied herself, leaped up, grabbed the bat that had slipped from her grasp, and charged toward the shield once more.

"Chasing fire is never about destruction!"

Golden flames ignited the baseball bat, which Xing held firmly in both hands.

Bai'e, Tibao, Xiadie... familiar faces flashed by one by one, and the power in his hands rose steadily.

"But rather, they broke free of their cages..."

"open up!"

Charge! Swing!

Xing's tiny body flew like a golden meteor, landing like a spark on the towering shield. And then...

boom!

The tiny body smashed a hole in the massive shield, a hole the size of a planet.

From an insignificant point, a symphony resounds, echoing throughout the Milky Way.

The final hurdle has been overcome!

Stars, March 7th... all the Titans fell into the final battlefield.

"Then……"

Xing knelt on one knee, leaned on his baseball bat, and slowly stood up, casually twirling the bat twice.

Before her stood the headless, annihilated Great King.

Behind them stood the Golden Descendants and Xi Lian's arms, ready for battle.

Onphalus's fate of love and hate will end here!

The planetary staff is pointed at the Rebel God, and everyone shouts in unison: "Let that new future be as we have written!"

[Undying Path: Wuhu! As we wrote! Come to think of it, Miss Xilian's rise to this level should also have some credit from us, right?]

[Yao Guang: Of course. Miss Xi Lian is carrying the memories of "love" from the entire galaxy. In a sense, even without the light screen, this is a battle fought with everyone united in purpose.]

[Qingque: Rounding up, I guess I've actually fought against the Great Lord of Annihilation?]

[Hanabi: More than that, it could even be considered the second time, only the first time the performance was "slightly" poor.]

[Black Swan: Such a wonderful memory, um... even a light sniff is intoxicating. Nameless Guest and Golden Descendants, let's make it even more enchanting!]

[Black Tower: @Laigushi. Senior, the second battle of the first battle of wits, the one you painstakingly brought together for the genius's life, is about to begin!]

[Lai Gushi: I, your humble servant, will wait and see.]

[Star: Come on, I've been wanting to chop down the Iron Tomb for ages and send its metal shell to Pam to make kitchen knives!]

Xing showed no mercy, making no probing attacks, and with a wave of his hand, he commanded the words "As I write" to flutter in front of him.

She said, "An epic of four hundred million, beginning with [me]—"

The stars, and all the Titans, transformed into colorful shooting stars, soaring into the sky.

Surrounding them were four hundred million sparks!

A vibrant array of colors together create a colorful world; with a gentle touch of her fingers, Xi Lian paints a new world.

She declared, "The path of chasing fire—we will rewrite it!"

Tiny specks of light unleashed a fierce torrent of memories on the Iron Tomb's body.

boom!

33550036, 8128... A string of perfect numbers on the Iron Tomb until they all return to 1.

For a fleeting moment, the black steel giant was assimilated into colorful crystal.

[Potio: Oh ho! That was awesome, so awesome!]

[Silver Wolf: There are damage numbers too? Can the light screen quantify combat to this extent?]

[Yao Guang: It doesn't seem like the effect of a light screen. And these numbers... they all look pretty familiar.]

[Black Tower: That's right, these are all perfect numbers. And the fact that the numbers are constantly decreasing might mean that the "hatred" that the Iron Tomb is rooted in is being gradually eroded?]

[March 7th: That makes sense, after all, it's a strike of "love".]

[Phantom Image: Hahaha, little brother Iron Tomb, feel your older sister's deepest love, gently awakening your sleeping soul!]

Xi Lian and Tie Mu faced off.

The Titans then charged toward the Anti-Creator.

As the source of the Iron Tomb's world-destroying blow, eliminating it would make the task much easier.

"The moon shines through the closed gate; I let my wandering footprints rest here [in harmony] —"

Tibo chanted a prayer, and golden doors teleported the group to the most advantageous positions, surrounding the anti-creator.

"Joyful Moon, I raise my cup to dispel the void—"

"In the Month of Balance, I make [Order] the cornerstone of freedom—"

The Titans each displayed their unique abilities, and with each manifestation of a destiny's power, the momentum of the anti-creator weakened.

The people of the Milky Way were delighted to notice that the hatred that could drive someone mad with even the slightest trace was gradually diminishing.

The imbalance between love and hate is beginning to reverse!

The Titans seized their opportunity and launched a fierce attack.

Rockets and giant whales, empowered by Wang Qi, bombarded the anti-creator, eliciting cries of agony.

[Silver Wolf: So everyone has a battle cry? Tsk, I need to think of some scary move names too!]