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

Amidst the snow-covered ruins, a weathered man walks alone through the wind and snow, his hands in his pockets.

The white smoke billowing from the side of his head was like the smoke from a cigarette exhaled by a free-spirited middle-aged man, but upon closer inspection, one could see that there was nothing on the corner of his mouth under the brim of his low-brimmed hat.

His appearance is quite ordinary, like an office worker passing by, but no one would underestimate him because of that.

Having glimpsed the first two, he is undoubtedly also a Great Ruler of Annihilation!

[March 7th: It's so quiet here, it seems quite peaceful?]

[Walter: No, look closely. Those irregularly shaped, elongated objects protruding from the snow-covered pile of debris by the roadside aren't broken trees, but human hand bones.]

On March 7th, after looking closely, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

She then realized that the seemingly beautiful snowy landscape in the background was actually a mass of bones! Without this extreme cold, one could only imagine what a hellish scene this place would be!

The creature inside the light screen showed no reaction whatsoever, neither joy nor sorrow.

But what she didn't know was that something even more terrifying was yet to come.

[Haha: It's him? Ha~ What a boring guy, trying to steal the definition of pleasure and then declare it a non-existent fake. This guy should be crippled and thrown into a troupe of mourners to play the dead!]

[Bai Er: You know him?]

[Haha: He's gone to stagnation, isn't he? That guy Nanuk, dripping with syrup, is a ruthless lord of destruction prepared for pleasure. You see, he seems alright now, even less aggressive than other Destruction Commanders, right? Hmph, you're sorely mistaken! In a sense, he's the most perverse, cruel, and inhumane of them all.]

[Fu Xuan: It's him? I've heard of him. I heard that his favorite thing is...]

Gui Ji strolled through the wind and snow, chatting intermittently with his colleagues: "What's the point of this process? Is it for some kind of ritual?"

If the Iron Tomb wants to be born, then let it be born. Why bother notifying them to attend the ceremony? Isn't that divine audience member important enough?

Through sensory synchronization, his impatience was also transmitted to the minds of some people.

Everyone then realized why these powerful henchmen of the God of Destruction had gathered together.

[Feixiao: No wonder Xingxiao's fleet suddenly withdrew. It was Nanuk's order. What is this? A welcome banquet?]

[Star: I think using childbirth would be more interesting. Yeah, having the Destruction Order Envoy as a midwife—that's such a perfect fit, it's like a pig's trotter chef suddenly switching careers to become a foot massage therapist.]

[March 7th: What kind of strange analogy is that?]

[Fu Xuan: Strange. A new Annihilation Lord has just been born, yet all the Annihilation Lords and their troops are being sent back, and the legion's battle lines are being completely withdrawn? Is such a large-scale mobilization necessary? Unless…]

[Black Tower: There are two possibilities. One is that they're genuinely bored; the other is that the birth of the Iron Tomb will be completely different from previous Great Lords, with an extremely unique spectacle. The former is almost impossible, while the latter...]

The scene that appeared in the previous footage was indeed astonishing.

It is common knowledge that the Great Lords of Annihilation all prepare for different destinies. However, the Iron Tomb is the only one that has shown its victory to the world, and its impact is incomparable.

Although it was only a prophecy seen by the mirror, and what they saw through the light screen was a prophecy of prophecy, how much of this "three-handed" future, which took two turns, was likely to come true remained unknown.

Or perhaps the scene displayed on the light screen is less than a tenth of the actual scene? Is that why it's so captivating?

[ScrewGumm: Insufficient information makes it difficult to piece together the complete facts.]

[March 7th: Wait, what's that?!]

Those who had been lost in thought finally snapped out of it and turned their attention back to the light screen.

Gui Ji has traversed the snowfield that buries the tall buildings, leaving only a corner exposed, and arrived before his most prized work.

Gui Ji said with a hint of self-deprecation, "But when it comes to a sense of ritual, I'm not in a position to be critical."

With each new civilization he conquered, his art would be inspired, and he would create even more exquisite works of art each time.

But in the eyes of others, that thing was no less terrifying than a flood or a ferocious beast.

Those whose senses were in sync followed Gui Ji's gaze, and their faces instantly turned pale.

[Feixiao: Hah, that guy named Haha was absolutely right. This isn't just cruel, it's downright perverted, taking pleasure in cruelty.]

Before me stands an ice sculpture "pagoda," towering far above the tallest skyscrapers.

But the eaves and tiles of each layer of the pagoda are all made of layers of hand bones! Moreover, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, there is not a single fragment, nor a trace of extra flesh!

The deceased's torso forms the walls, while the hand bones form the densely packed top, reaching upwards like a crowd desperately grabbing at a straw falling from the sky.

The hand bones formed an arc at the very top, as if the sun had once been held there and embraced by a few lucky ones. But clearly, the straw could not save lives; at the edge of the arc, strands of golden blood seeped down.

Perhaps that straw was merely a disguise for destruction. After the apocalypse, Silence played a cruel joke, allowing the few survivors to build the tower themselves. Then, it abruptly shattered their false hope before everyone's eyes.

Even though it has now become an ice sculpture, its incredibly lifelike structure has automatically generated the image of millions of people screaming in pain, and the scene of everyone breaking down in fear and despair after the joke was exposed, crying out in pain.

It won't go away!

But after the clouds dispersed, the ice sculpture shone brightly in a ray of sunlight.

Gui Ji was extremely satisfied; he was ecstatic. Such a work of art, full of tension and contrast, was simply rare!

No, the next one will be better!

The few whose senses were in sync felt his excitement, but all they felt was a chill and a deep fear of this great king!

In his presence, life is worse than death!

[March 7th: Ugh... I can't take it anymore, I can't watch this.]

[Star: This guy, isn't he a pervert?!]

[Haha: Who says otherwise? Everyone who falls into this guy's hands will be played with until he's bored and had his fill, then brutally killed, and their deaths will be gruesome. Very special and extremely gruesome!]

She muttered a curse under her breath.

The path to joy originates from the branches of a lonely world, on a path destined for nothingness, and is gleaned from the cry of a newborn.

Therefore, true joy is about life itself; it's not about unrestrained behavior, but about enjoying life to the fullest, savoring every joy, sorrow, and happiness.

A philosophy of destruction that takes pleasure in death is a blatant provocation of pleasure.

[March 7th: Stop talking, we've already seen it!]