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

"Damn it, seeing this once is worth it even in eight lifetimes!"

"It would be worth dying for after watching this!"

"It would be worth dying now! Aww (passes away)~~"

"Hey? No, buddy. An ambulance! He was so agitated he fainted!"

The concept of Sunday reached its zenith, with golden wheels and chanting resounding, reflecting a rainbow-like radiance.

[Fireworks: That's it? That's it? Only five broken? Not enough, not enough at all!]

[Fu Xuan: Not enough?]

How much more fun do you want? You're taking advantage of the fact that we didn't mention pleasure on Sunday, so you're going to go all out, huh?

[Jing Yuan: Now that I think about it, it's not without reason that these several destinies were taboo for Sunday. Order was the path he had already proven to be a failure; the Hunting was heavily influenced by the Rangers; the Void was the abyss that Paradise would fall into; Expansion added even more uncertainty to Paradise; and as for memories, needless to say, memory is the foundation of beautiful dreams, and to be completely secure, it was a prudent move to grasp it in one's own hands. Of course, it's also possible that he saw the hidden dangers brought by Lady Changyeyue...]

[March 7th: This... hahaha, General, you're really joking.]

That's giving her too much credit...and Changye Yue, isn't it?

[Jing Yuan: In short, Sunday is using the most drastic methods to close every possible crack in the walls of the amusement park. His goals are extremely targeted, and his thoughts and actions are undeniably meticulous!]

[Yao Guang: To put it another way, his actions were quite restrained? After all, those who haven't offended him yet, like Destruction and Abundance, weren't on his list.]

[Star: Haha, that's quite restrained.]

Everyone in the galaxy couldn't hold back any longer.

You restrained yourself to the point of declaring five destinies in one go, huh? That's quite a restraint!

You imagine yourself lying in bed with your phone after turning off the lights at night, planning to play for another five minutes, and then smoothly idly drifting into an hour, right?!

[Fireworks: Hey~~ what if it's just that the light screen was omitted? Maybe... hehe, Chicken Wing Boy really intends to wipe out all the Star Gods in the universe in one fell swoop?]

"Destroy" the decaying, desolate remains, and respectfully obey this decree to eradicate them completely!

"Preserve and protect" the stone seal for ten thousand years, and respectfully obey this decree to completely eradicate it!

The evil of "breeding" is boundless; we respectfully obey this decree and eradicate it!

"Abundance" overflows, causing disaster; respectfully obey this decree and sever it completely!

"Greed and gluttony" will forever devour everything, so we must respectfully obey this decree and eradicate it!

"Pleasure" is a fleeting, intoxicating dream; I respectfully obey this decree and sever it completely!

The fundamental principle of "intellectual knowledge" has collapsed; therefore, this decree must be upheld to sever it completely!

The mysterious Xuanqiong collapses, and respectfully obeys this decree to sever it completely!

"Pure beauty" has become desolate; in accordance with this decree, it shall be eradicated!

The "harmony" of the Tong Xie (同协) is a prisoner of the cocoon; respectfully, this decree will be strictly followed to sever it!

"Immortal" Lin Yuanhengsha, respectfully obeying this decree, will sever it completely!

"Balance" is the pivot of the universe; we must respectfully uphold this principle and sever it!

May the echoes of the "End Times" be forever silenced, and may this decree be obeyed to sever them completely!

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[Star: You... your lyrics are really good (gritting teeth) .]

[Fireworks: Thank you~~]

[Star: I wasn't praising you! Good grief, you even cut off the pleasure? Aha, is that polite of you?]

Everyone in the world who was watching the long list of "declarations of war by all nations" felt their scalps tingle and simultaneously felt as if the wrinkles in their cerebral cortex had been smoothed out.

What the hell is this thing?

If he were to simply erase all these names one by one from the assassination list, then forget about dreams; the entire global order would be reshaped in his hands! And it wouldn't just be a seven-day weekend in Pinocchio; the entire universe might be able to have a seven-day weekend!

Resistance, or anticipation?

Everyone was torn between two unspeakable feelings. Most of them also had a belief in the Star God, but the vision was so alluring...

Jingyuan: It's possible, but it's harder than climbing to heaven.

[Qingque: What is this? What kind of destiny is Sunday going to create?]

[Fu Xuan: A destiny specifically designed for one's fate? Or something else entirely?]

[Yao Guang: This feeling, should it be called severance, or... conquest?]

Conquering destiny?!

The four simple words seemed incredibly jarring to others.

After all, the significance behind it is self-evident!

What is conquest? It is when all other destinies bow down, and I alone am supreme! Only then can it be called conquest!

In addition, the decrees he issued earlier... even targeted not powerful individuals like Star Gods, but Destiny itself!

The same question remains: Will he... actually succeed?

[Laigushi: If that's true, then it's a remarkable academic achievement, worthy of a place in the galaxy! Especially the judgment on intellect—how appropriate it is!]

[Star: You praised him? You actually praised him? And... is this for real?]

Xing's expression changed drastically. She remembered that in the last altered memory, Sunday had used this trick!

Looking at everything on the light screen, her heart pounded, her blood pressure soared, and her cheeks flushed red!

In the heat of the moment, they even forgot what would happen next.

"What's that old man thinking about all day? Wouldn't it be better to spend more time getting tickets to his sister's concert, then go inside wearing a mask and sunglasses and waving his light stick like crazy? Why does he have to think about all this nonsense all the time!"

Is it time for me to ask for Makka Pakka again?

No! This time there was neither harmony nor order, and even memory was denied.

Whether this paradise exists as a dream is still up in the air!

I don't know... damn it, do I?

Xing stared intently at the light screen, observing it with unprecedented care, almost scrutinizing every change in the light rays.

Darken it quickly, don't make it brighter anymore!

Xing pounded the table frantically, roaring restlessly inside.

Even though she knew it was probably useless, but...

"Wow! It really hasn't gotten any brighter?"

Xing was shocked to realize that Sunday's evolutionary progress bar, which had risen to an invincible level, seemed to have stopped!

And he was stuck just one step away from crossing that line!

"Thank goodness!" Xing felt like sitting down and bursting into tears.

Who is this angel lady...?

"It's singing!" March 7th shouted.

"Singing?" Xing turned around silently. She listened carefully and was surprised to find that she hadn't noticed this because of the shock of what she had done on Sunday and her excessive tension.

[Star: Oh right, there's this one too! I almost forgot, this isn't just another dream, it's just a concealed ending. Although many details of the memories have been modified, the general direction remains the same. Hahaha, where is the robin accompanying the army? Surrounded on all sides, he's raised his flag and crushed the enemy's will! Once their morale is broken, I will personally lead my fiercest troops to take the victory next Sunday... A truly loyal friend brought me this victory!]

You actually meant to say "dog head," right? Hanabi, "in sync" with her, silently despised her cowardice and her roundabout way of speaking.

[March 7th: Well, you think you're so great now, huh? Putting on this act again?]

[Qingque: Oh dear. Arrogant when in power, retreating when at a disadvantage. I must say, Xing is truly a first-rate talent.]

[March 7th: Junjie?]

[Qingque: Yes, a wise person knows when to yield. She's especially wise!]

[Star: Nonsense, I often charge into battle recklessly without thinking, okay?]

[March 7th: What are you so proud of?]

[Star: Proudly, I can defeat the Japanese! Still want to stop our expansion? Heh heh, Japanese, watch me crush that philosophical fetus in its cradle, and chase it a thousand eight hundred times with one hundred and eighty train carriages!]

Sensing something was wrong, the priest looked up abruptly: "Robin, is that you singing...?"

The stirring song resounded in his ears, draining away all the excess sympathy he had been given; he had nowhere left to go, nowhere left to retreat.

Xing casually twisted his hat: "Now, it's time to become the new [Watchmaker]."

Walter took a step forward, both as a word of advice and as encouragement to his companion: "Stillness can never bring happiness. Let's go, and set the compass needle for the twelve o'clock position—"

Dan Heng solemnly said, "Only by forging a new path can we turn time around and give it meaning."

March 7th said wistfully, "After the beautiful dream ends, tomorrow will come. People will continue to move forward and see many new things."

Himeko declared with righteous indignation, "Tomorrow, people will know that the world will still welcome countless wonderful things, and we must fight for them!"

[Fireworks: It's over, Chicken Wing Boy is really finished now. The main characters are all starting to recite their declarations, one after another—this is the prelude to a fatal blow! Chicken Wing Boy, don't listen!]

[Star: You're going to follow the Japanese and switch sides like crazy, huh? By the way, why is Himeko the only one with a special dialogue box?]

[Yao Guang: It's here; the moment that will decide our fate.]

[Jing Yuan: The overall situation is settled!]

Xing took off her hat, put one hand on her hip, and said, "But a beautiful dream that stops moving forward cannot imprison our desires—"

The purple filter froze the entire scene; time stood still!

Xing raised his arm, and a bright blue light streaked across the sky, responding to the call.

The Star Train, formed from the power of shared will, is hurtling towards us!

With the sound of a whistle piercing the horizon, the sound waves of the Star Language were propelled throughout Asdna.

"May this journey ultimately lead to the stars!"

This time, her words were also emphasized in gold, and even a more dazzling golden train-shaped speech bubble was added.

The Star Train roared in and crashed hard into the fetus of philosophy!

Flames burst forth from the surface of Pinocchio, like a fiery flower blooming from a seed of the planet!

The embryo of philosophy collapsed with a bang.

Sunday, defeat!

[Fireworks: Now the baby has been born.]

[Blue Sparrow: What kind of hellish joke is this?]

[Fireworks: Hey, you don't understand, do you? Newborn babies who don't cry are most likely suffocating, so you need to manually pat them to make them cry!]

[Qingque: But you can't use a dump truck to film it!]

[Phantom Image: Hmm... So, besides black swan events, the train crew are also professional abortionists?]

[Star: Who said that? It's the king of abortions!]

The fetus of philosophy trembled as it propped up its head with its arms.

On March 7th, thinking that he would continue to resist, he raised his hand, drew his bow, and shot.

Xing waved to stop her, and she suddenly realized what Sunday was going to say!

On Sunday, with his last ounce of strength, God persistently asked, "Why does life slumber?"

His answer had been completely shattered, and he pleaded with the victor for a satisfactory resolution.

really……

Xing clenched her fists, stood up straight, and her eyes gleamed: "Because... one day..."

Pinocchio, Fireworks, Dr. Truth, Black Swan... and all the passersby are gradually awakening.

Cry? Make a scene? Show grief?

No, thanks to Sunday, they had a good night's sleep. Then, naturally, they went on to their waking days.

Xing raised her head and looked directly into the closed eyes of the Philosophy fetus, but she knew that Sunday could see and understand.

"We will wake up from the dream."

"Ah...!" Sunday suddenly looked up, his pupils constricting and trembling.

Then, his lips trembled, he breathed out in wisps of air, and closed his eyes.

The fetus of philosophy falls from the top of the Grand Theatre, and Dominic raises his arms toward the Grand Theatre and the rising sun.

"The nights are still...too short..."

But dawn will always come.

On Sunday, he conceded defeat wholeheartedly.

As the one who started it all, he couldn't bring himself to beg for forgiveness and let his body fall freely to the ground.

This is not a dream; death will find him.