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

The battle is in full swing.

The voice of God on Sunday, guided by the spirit of Sunday, is a unified cry from all the wills within the shared desire: "With 107,336 notes, I proclaim to you all, join the glorious chorus—to Heaven!"

The singers played music in unison, and the radiance gathered into layers of golden wheels.

boom!

A beam of light pressed the entire train set to the ground.

Second floor, third floor... On Sunday, the god raised his arms high, like a mad musician entering the climax of a movement, waving his baton vigorously, and the golden wheel rushed in one after another.

"With a flawless symphony, I command—to recreate paradise!"

[March 7th: Oh my god! Is there still a powerful move they haven't used yet?]

[Star: March, you jinx! Old Japanese, what kind of command style is this? Even hammering wooden stakes on a construction site isn't as big as your actions!]

[March 7th: This has nothing to do with me, it's not like a dream nesting doll.]

The people in the Milky Way had mixed feelings.

Seeing their savior, who rescued them from the Iron Tomb, suffer, no one with even a shred of conscience could remain indifferent.

But many people still look forward to Sunday.

What if he can break through the void?

Contradictions, dilemmas... This conflict between two groups of good people has truly left them at a loss.

……

The train crew struggled against the oppressive music, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not straighten up.

Everyone gritted their teeth and tried their best to think of solutions within the limited time available.

We can't let ourselves be sent back to the dream world again and have the Yellow Springs strike us down once more, can we?!

As she struggled against the pressure, Xing's brows furrowed, and she looked around. Suddenly, the golden wheel and the heavy pressure it brought disappeared.

Along with that came extremely ethereal and cheerful music.

It was quite different from the rich and powerful musical style of the Qixiang Choir.

"...Music?" The priest looked up in surprise, staring in an unexpected direction.

He knew that voice all too well…

A pure white feather drifted down slowly, and Xing caught it in her hand.

She heard robins singing joyfully!

They also possessed the power of shared aspirations.

[Sunday: The Robin...]

[Star: This is it. I won't lose with my own background music!]

[March 7th: Can you believe things from anime?]

[Phantom Image: Hey~ Who says things in anime aren't the truth?]

[Yao Guang: Ha~~ I really didn't expect this. Miss Robin isn't just a dazzling superstar, nor is she just a pretty face cultivated by the family. Instead, she's become the real key to victory at this moment. But thinking about it, it makes sense. As the younger sister who has always clashed with her brother on philosophical issues since childhood, there's no reason for her to remain silent at a time like this.]

[Jing Yuan: But his very first words were truly astonishing.]

Walter smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that another voice has emerged in the symphony of [Order]..."

The group exchanged smiles and slowly rose to their feet.

The turning point between offense and defense has arrived!

"Ah~~!" The robin soared into the high notes, waving its fair arms.

The musical score formed by the power of shared wishes illuminates the entire sky like the aurora borealis!

Xingfu, inspired by a sudden inspiration, infused his power into the feather in his hand, merging it into a colorful ball of light, which he then tossed high into the air.

Carrying her wish, the feather transformed into a shimmering shooting star. And from within that point of light, the Star Train, draped in blue light, sounded its whistle, its long notes echoing from beyond the distant horizon.

A hazy white light followed it, peeking out from the distance. Dawn was following behind the train!

[Star: Star Train?! Pam, go faster! Don't be afraid of hardship or fatigue, swing your little arms and shovel a couple more shovels of coal, let Old Rihe experience the train's fiery passion!]

[Pam: Don't be like me, Pam! No, trains never burn coal... no, trains aren't dump trucks, Pam!]

[Xi Lian: This scene looks so familiar~~]

[Bai E: During the final battle at Onpharos, his partner and Xi Lian transformed into a platinum-colored train and crashed into the final battlefield.]

[Fireworks: Tsk tsk, Akivilli drove his train into the Amber King's high wall, and now the Nameless One is driving his car into the chicken-winged boy who's trying to resurrect the Star God, and then into the Iron Tomb. What is inheritance? This is inheritance!]

[Walter: That shouldn't be a real train, but rather a manifestation of shared will, yet it undoubtedly represents the will to explore.]

[Black Tower: Ha~~ Another debate centered on combat? Don't lose!]

[Qingque: Hmm... Don't lose.]

Which side should we hope will win? It's a seven-day weekend, and I'm a little reluctant to see it end.

Mr. Sunday, why can't you stand up for yourself and throw the Void Elbow away?!

……

The train came from the horizon, starting as a thin streak of light and instantly expanding into a roaring steel behemoth.

Walter's voice was also moved: "Those imprisoned by beautiful dreams are awakening for freedom."

He had experienced that feeling of unity and unwavering determination as we march towards tomorrow. Now, it has been ignited once more!

Clock Boy and Starchao jumped to the sides, their arrogant and cool poses showing their arms pointing directly at the Lord of the Sun.

The red road sign indicating no passage turned green, and the train roared in, speeding along!

Boom boom boom!!!

Explosions rang out one after another, and the impact of the pioneering was perfectly demonstrated in the arrogant God Sunday.

[Star: Hahaha, the train cleanses the world! Awesome! The feeling of a dump truck hitting someone is just so exhilarating!]

[Danheng: Hmm?]

[Potio: Ooh ooh ooh~~ Hahaha, he's got a real knack for this! But, haha, it's exciting!]

[Gold Placer: Do you empathize with the train?]

"Ugh..." the priest cried out in pain, "Robin, is that you singing...?"

When exactly did my sister become capable enough to stand on her own?

But this ability was first revealed when he stood on the opposite side.

Whether it was relief or sorrow, only he himself could truly understand the complexities of Sunday's feelings.

The robin's words, tinged with tears, pleaded: "Brother, you've heard the people's voices. This isn't the paradise they longed for."

He heard this on Sunday, but he also understood something else: "But they still don't know where they're going, so I must become the only star in the sky to guide them."

People are afraid and seeking escape, but they are not establishing themselves.

The dark universe needs a lighthouse.

"Even if the place where that star is located... is an eternally lonely night?" The robin looked at his stubborn brother, his heart breaking.

The Lord remained unmoved: "If you and I were never alone, how could we have embarked on a path that leads us further and further astray...?"

"Let's end these final peace talks here."

[Star: You actually rejected your sister's advice so easily? Hagiwara, you bastard...]

His mind was made up. If he failed, he would consider it a trial by fire!

Let this resounding symphony of order serve as a warning to future generations.

However, his defeat was not yet certain.

On the Lord's Birthday, he slowly rose again, and the golden light was even brighter than before.

He diverted the previously abundant power of shared will, with a large portion going to nourish another giant tree seed that supports the world, and the result finally ripened at this moment!

"The work of creation is complete..."