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

[Hiei: This name format looks familiar. "Wangchuan Shou" is probably her title or hometown, while "Raiden Mei" is her real name?]

[Huang Quan: That's right, exactly.]

[Sai Fei'er: It feels like this name means I can't do anything, but Huang Quan himself seems capable of everything. That's strange, where does this feeling come from?]

[March 7th: Raiden Mei... What a cute name. She seems quite different from Yomi-san, who exudes a sharp, menacing aura.]

[Walter: She was once as cheerful as the sun...]

[Xing: Uncle Yang, the way you're saying this makes it sound like you knew her before. Uncle Yang... Uncle Yang, what's wrong? Why are you clutching your heart? Is that name really that damaging? Can't I even say it?]

"..." Walter looked at the concerned train crew and waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's just that the scenery reminded me of something."

Having met so many "acquaintances," how could he possibly lose his composure so easily over something like this?

Well, probably.

He had only inadvertently connected the dots to Huang Quan's past. What had she gone through to become so tainted by emptiness, making it so difficult for her to even mention her past or her name?

He was a little hesitant to ask.

……

Tick.

Within the light screen, tiny ripples appeared in the void of the ocean, which then grew denser.

Huang Quan and Xing tossed their hair and looked back at the sky.

Heavy rain poured down.

The time has come!

"The golden dream is about to begin to stir."

Not only them, but everyone outside the light screen also suddenly realized that the real battle was about to begin!

The raging wind and rain whipped the brim of Portio's cowboy hat and the corners of his coat, and he climbed to the top of the highest spire in the dream, gazing at the distant grand theater.

"In the long night to come, you will likely encounter many setbacks and witness numerous tragedies..."

Huang Quan slowly walked up to Xing.

In their sweet dreams, people indulging in sensual pleasures suddenly felt water droplets on their necks, and they all looked up in confusion.

Does it rain in dreams?

Huang Quan slowly recited the verdict, deciding the fate of everyone: "In the end, all that will remain in your eyes is black and white."

come on!

Potio raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

A beam of purple light shot into the sky, creating a clear opening in the thick, dark clouds.

A crimson bolt of lightning struck down with a clang from the other side.

boom!

Huang Quan spoke calmly, his long sword slowly unsheathed and hovering above his head: "But believe me, in that black and white world, there will be a fleeting touch of red, but when you make your choice—"

Xing took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

Huang Quan, swing your sword!

A simple, unadorned horizontal slash unleashed a crimson blade of light that seemed to cleave the heavens and the earth!

The pitch-black sun burst open like a bubble, creating several fissures, and a raging torrent surged within the Sea of ​​Memories! Xing held her breath, relinquishing control of her body, and allowed the oncoming flood to sweep her to the battlefield.

"—It will surely reappear."

The beautiful dream abruptly ended as if paused, its unreal state instantly shrouded in gray. The next second, a torrent of azure memory fluid burst forth from the brightly lit buildings. A storm swept up the flying cars, and the still-unconscious people were swept away like scarecrows by the flow of memory fluid.

My beautiful dream has been shattered!

Thousands of blue and purple meteors streaked across the gray-white world from afar, tearing through the sky. The sea patrol heroes had indeed answered the call!

The will to hunt surged into the dream, and after the matter that constituted the world became unstable, the shared desires were no longer simple, and suddenly became extremely chaotic.

March 7th: It was a success! It was a real success!

[Potio: Hooray! These guys are still in pretty good shape. Let's get this serious going!]

[Star: I must say, aside from the lack of a Commander-level leader, the spectacle is actually no less impressive than the Celestial Cloud Cavalry summoned by the Jade Oath Alliance!]

[Sunday: It actually succeeded?]

[Fireworks: A sweet dream, huh? You don't want to wake up, do you? Let me try this knife on you, fall down!]

On Sunday, his brow was slightly furrowed.

Logically, this plan should only encourage people to support order, but...

He actually sensed from the light screen that the power of order and shared will was waning.

Moreover, he was ridiculously weak, not at all like a star god, at most only half a level stronger than the envoy.

Could it be that his plan is not going to work? Is the power of the common will not be that strong?

Even with so many people gathered, is it not enough for him to ascend to godhood?

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

……

In the light screen, Xing fell into a dream. She looked up at the sky, enjoying the strong winds of freefall passing by her while admiring the magnificent scenery of the "meteor shower".

But she knew this was not the end.

A red and white figure flashed in the golden pupils. Huang Quan fell like her, rapidly approaching her.

"And you, you must carefully ponder its meaning, and then return to the world of clarity."

Huang Quan grabbed Xing's hand and threw her high into the sky.

The star unusually "fell" into the sky.

After traversing countless spiral staircases, you finally reach the top, where dazzling light shines...

Everything suddenly became clear!

Pinocchio Theatre, she's back.

The entire train crew returned with them!

Amidst the turbulent winds, Hoshi slowly lowered the arm she had raised when she was pulled back. Beside her, March Seven slowly rose, Dan Heng helped Himeko up, and Walter, holding his cane, stood shoulder to shoulder with the others.

She examined her palms and then clenched her fist. At that moment, Xing Jian's eyebrows and eyes shone brightly, exuding an aura of righteousness.

Calmly accepting Huang Quan's words, she said, "We will all find the answers there!"

The five members of the train crew stood proudly, with the shadow of the Sunday sun looming over them.

The real battle has finally begun!

[March 7th: Uncle Yang? When did you escape?]

Walter: Hmm...good question.

[Star: Come on, old man, let's settle this once again!]

[Sunday: Hmm? Hmm, whatever you wish.]

On Sunday, he was somewhat distracted, and for some reason, as the content on the screen progressed, his sense of unease grew stronger.

"Have you broken free from the dream of [order]?" The Lord of the Sea was slightly surprised, but only slightly.

March 7th waved her hand and drew back the composite bow: "You've slept long enough, Xing. Let him see your morning grumpiness!"

On Sundays, the Lord will recite: "If you have any opinions, then testify to me."

The conductor's baton traced golden letters in the air, and the elven singers seized the highly destructive notes and tossed them into the air.

Xing tossed his top hat, and the clockwork boy's cursor unfolded, with golden meteors colliding with musical notes.

This time, there was no more frantic running around like before; the attack was easily neutralized.

[Star: It's going to work! This time it's not as one-sided as before!]

March 7th: Great, as long as this isn't a dream...

[Star: March (voice cracks)!]

[March: Ugh, I didn't say anything!]