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

A glint of light flashed in Xu Zhaoling's eyes, and his glasses gleamed slightly: "If we were to expand 'Impromptu Tour' further... wouldn't the love stories between the Star Gods be quite sensational? And if we also added the current Order and the tumultuous romance between the domineering CEO, the Hunting and the Abundant rival couple..."

[Yao Guang: No, absolutely not!]

[Sunday: Perhaps my previous actions were too lenient, allowing petty villains to act with impunity. Ms. Xuzhao, and Hanabi, please don't forget that I, too, can now be categorized under the Star Train's influence. When we meet again at Two-Phase Paradise, I will have something to say to you both!]

[Xu Zhao: Uh... just kidding, just kidding.]

[Hanabi: Wait, you managed to catch up with that?]

[Sambo: @BaiEr, bro, I'm not one to stir up trouble. But you saw it too, Sunday said there can't be two suns in the sky. If necessary, he'll shoot the sun down. What does that mean? He's going to kill you, the blazing sun that will eventually rise!]

[Saifei: Oh~~ that's truly a necessary pain for Paradise in this world.]

[Bai E: ...I don't understand what you mean. I understand and I don't.]

[Wan Di: What do you mean? Are you mocking me? No, this is a trap!]

Sunday's grand ambitions made Gofemu sigh.

He never expected that his disciple had already developed his own thoughts without his noticing, and that they were even more profound than his own.

"Very well..." Gofemu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling greatly comforted. "Child, go for it. Perhaps I wasn't without options, but rather I was too focused on seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, unaware that it was impossible, yet still determined to do it."

As the Fourth Law changed and his existence was about to completely dissolve, what he was preoccupied with was not harmony, nor even order.

Instead, it was the path he dared not tread: "I should also become a watchmaker..."

[Hanabi: Hmm...tsk tsk tsk, is the nameless guest really a galactic succubus? At a time like this, instead of thinking about grand ambitions, he's actually thinking about his white moonlight?]

[Star: You still dare to talk nonsense?]

[Fireworks: Tch~~ Anyway, Chicken Wing Boy is coming to my door, so my apologies are useless. Hmph, well then, until Sunday arrives, I am invincible!]

[March 7th: This is the first time someone has used the phrase "what's the point of everything" with such passion. However, Gopher Wood does seem a bit...]

[Mikhail: Heh heh heh, to see him that way is to underestimate him and to underestimate the pioneers. What truly inspired him wasn't just me, but that will to do the impossible anyway. Before his hands were stained with blood as he marched towards order, no one hoped more than him for a smooth road to the horizon, rumbling towards him. But having already suffered a great loss with Tongxie, he no longer had the courage to gamble on a path whose future was uncertain.]

[Himeko: Indeed. We walk this path, but we also know that the assessment of "knowing it's impossible" is not wrong. We exhaust all rational means to accomplish every impossible task. And in order to begin this chain of reason, we need some irrational, romantic sentimentality—a willingness to risk everything for laughter, justice, and other beautiful things.]

[Star: The first step to creating a miracle is to blindly believe you can create one! As for the specific plan, leave that to the Last King.]

[Yao Guang: Indeed. Being overly adept at strategic planning inevitably leads to anxiety and fear of loss. For example, the All-Knowing Heavenly Lord, from His perspective, could probably only observe and deduce based on experience, but could never understand the essence of exploration.]

[Gopher: That's right. My past has shaped who I am today, and I was destined never to follow that path. But by divine mercy, Sunday still has a chance, and besides, his hands have never been stained with blood. He will have a bright future.]

[Robin: Thankfully, Ms. Firefly is unharmed. Given her inability to dream, it must have been quite dangerous for her, and in that case, the Star Train, and my brother, would have been...]

"The harmony I recognize consists of only one syllable that repeats endlessly and never goes astray—"

In the dream of oak, a night thrush stands amidst the collapsed ruins, gazing at the fireflies from afar:

"Life has its time."

Her courage to face death despite her desire to live is truly admirable.

Amidst the ruins, Liu Ying stood up, panting, and excitedly examined herself: "I succeeded. He dissipated first, causing that power to lose control."

In this way, order will not be maintained...

"Buzzing!!!"

The firefly suddenly looked up, staring at the sky in disbelief.

She was shocked to discover that the swarm's wingbeats and roars were several times more invigorating than before!

"That is..."

A vast expanse of pale red mist surged in from the horizon, and even with the firefly's keen eyesight, it was clearly visible—real hibernating insects! So dense that there were countless real hibernating insects!

boom!!!

A violent tremor shook the ground behind me, sending dust and rocks flying. Something had landed behind me.

Is the battle not over yet?

Fate aligns with its omens and arrives at the opportune moment.

Liu Ying turned around, and when she saw the shape of the "person" behind her, her pupils suddenly contracted, and what trembled in her eyes was an emotion she had never felt before—fear!

"You...how could you..."

The chirping of insects roared before her eyes, and standing before her was pitch blackness, with the muscles and exoskeletons of insects growing from the seams of their armor, eventually enveloping and filling them... the Grammer Iron Cavalry!

From its twisted head, the pure white iron mask was still faintly visible, but the luminous blue visor had already lost its luster.

The screen went black, and Gopher's last words, or perhaps his judgment, were left for Firefly: "Death has its time."

[Firefly: Ah...!]

[Star: What the hell is this thing?!]

Xing felt a chill run down her spine.

That distorted face was enough to make anyone physically uncomfortable. But if that were all, you could just grab a baseball bat and hit her; it wouldn't be enough to scare her.

What she truly couldn't stand was that the thing inevitably reminded her of fireflies, and wondered if one day they might also...

"Pah! That will never happen!!!"

[Silver Wolf: This thing is... the form of the Grammer Cavalry after they lost their restraints and degenerated on their reproductive path? I must say, it's pretty cool in a way... only in the game, and on outsiders.]

[Gopher: Yes, this is the true form of the power that Grammer borrowed. The Harmonious Star Core fulfilled its wish, descending upon this dream world in a prolific manner. It feeds on the deaths of others, seizing life force and using it for its own purposes. Perhaps it can be called—the source of death: the Deep Nightmare Locust Plague.]

[Fireworks: So it was a star core that transformed? I thought it was AR-214. But Fireflies must have been terrified when they first saw it, right?]

[Firefly: ...Yes.]

She had to admit this. It wasn't because of its combat power, but because of the future it foreshadowed!