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

As the person in the world who undoubtedly hates the Zerg the most, the thought of her losing her mind and becoming the new Zerg Queen, unleashing boundless disaster, makes her tremble.

[Star: Ouch... Damn, thank goodness, Yingbao didn't lose.]

She remembered it clearly: before the final battle, Firefly defeated the Iron Cavalry and even pried out the star core from its chest!

She patted her chest, telling others as well as herself.

[Star: It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem...]

——【Next, we will play "The Iron Cavalry that Eradicates Corruption"】

The scene unfolds again, and this time, the rumbling swarm of insects disappears, the dream disappears, and even Pinocone is not here.

Beside a tranquil river valley meadow, clear water flows gently by, and fireflies vie with the stars in the clear night sky.

A mech stood on the riverbank, but the various parts of her armor were clearly defined by a blue halo... helmet, iron walls, torso, and legs.

[Firefly: This is... Grammer?]

[March 7th: Is this the day to uncover the real reason for Grammer's disappearance?]

[Silver Wolf: Is the progress that fast? It's much more peaceful here than I expected. It seems the Ironclads have protected Grammer quite well. But the light on that Ironclad... it doesn't seem like her own. It's more like the feeling of selecting equipment in a game, with the cursor deliberately making the parts more prominent?]

[Star: This feeling... isn't very good.]

This scenario happened once before, what was it called... something like the Hermit's Set? But the name doesn't matter.

What really matters is that those were the clothes Zandal wore!

The information left on those things not only revealed the true identity of Lygus, but also revealed the whole story of the birth of the God of Wisdom, as well as Zandal's struggle!

Could it be this time too...?

Sure enough, the moment the idea formed in her mind...

The helmet first emitted a blinding light, and then a piece of text smoothly fell down.

The swarming insects, blotting out the sky, were reduced to ashes in the inferno, while silvery snowflakes drifted through the deep sky, reflecting the pale glow of the stars. Only at this moment did the incessant flapping of wings and the commands on the communication channel finally fall silent.

The swarm that attacked the Empire was not completely wiped out, and the next attack order will sound after a brief pause, as always.

The Ironclad of the "Empire" felt the external sensations transmitted through the deep-seated signal. She recalled her experience when she last emerged from the cockpit; the warm air gently ruffled her long hair, the sweltering air seeped into the back of her neck, and beads of sweat clung to her skin. She didn't dislike that feeling; it was a hundred times more vivid than analog signals.

[March 7th: Indeed, all the armored warriors are living, breathing human beings. Protecting the empire in their armor is their mission, but they also yearn to live like normal people.]

[Firefly: That's right. I remember almost every face in the squad. The brief time we spent playing by the river was more joyful than the grandest victory or celebration.]

The text on the screen continued to slide down.

The armor synchronizes the senses with the driver's depth, although this will further exacerbate the pain of entropy loss, but in order to defeat the Zerg, the Ironclad had no other choice.

"Grammer's Code of Conduct, Rule 8: Surviving knights should voluntarily rejoin the ranks..."

Only when the iron cavalry saw the decapitated silver armor did they realize that the armor's sensory signals had deceived them—the next attack order would never sound again; what a cruel and brief respite.

"Hiss~~" Inside the train, March 7th shuddered and touched the back of his neck.

[March 7th: The last sentence means...her head was cut off, and in the last moments before she lost her life, she saw her own body?!]

[Qingque: Eek~~ The gore is almost comparable to that of the Celestial Race of the Immortal Ship. It's a pity the Grammer people can't sew their heads back together after they've been cut off.]

[Star: Moreover, using this mech will exacerbate entropy loss? Every battle fought by the Grammer Iron Cavalry is a death sentence?]

[Firefly: ...Yes. Perhaps beneath the scythe-like exoskeleton of the insect swarm, or perhaps at a certain moment when the mech's horsepower is maintained at its limit. The lives of the Ironclad will vanish like moths drawn to a flame.]

[Star: ...Hey, let's talk this over. How about we have our partner use a Stand to swallow that star core right now, and use the energy to cure Firefly's illness?]

[Sunday: At this point, it's truly pointless to keep it. However, Pinocchio is now under the management of the robin.]

[Robin: In that case, let's give it to the Star Core Hunter. Perhaps that would be just right?]

Silver Wolf: Thanks~

In the light screen, the arm of the iron cavalry was selected, and another piece of text lit up.

The Grammer cavalry gripped their iron fists and ripped open the filthy elytra, letting the corrosive liquid inside the insect's abdomen, depressurized, spray freely. The insect fluid vaporized instantly upon contact with the silver armor, leaving only bloodstains and filth.

The remnants of armor and insect limbs scattered into deep-space debris, while the "River of Death" surrounding Grammer flowed silently, pulled by gravity. The bloody battle had finally come to an end.

[Su Chang: Did they really win? That was Huan Huan... Ugh, that character is so hard to type, it's like a global locust plague!]

[Flying Sky: The "River of Death" surrounding Grammer—I remember Grammer wasn't a star, but a galaxy no less massive than Pinocene, right? The mere remains of fallen warriors and the swarm are enough to completely envelop it… The scale of this war is unprecedentedly brutal.]

As a general who had fought her way through the battlefield, no one understood better than her what it meant to see rivers of blood flow. But compared to that, Bu Li's fate still seemed too good.

[Fireworks: Absolutely! Anyone who didn't know better would think they were making a cosmic safety statement. What an ugly sight the Grammers must be seeing when they look up at the sky.]

[March 7th: But in any case, the surviving cavalry can at least enjoy a few good years now, right?]

Jingyuan: I'm afraid there's no chance. As the saying goes, "When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away."

A piece of text has been leaked.

The leaders of the council discussed the post-war order. They brought judgment on "Titania," who had never held real power, because she commanded an iron cavalry regiment that rivaled the silverfish. Her existence was the greatest threat to the Republic's survival... People rang the bells of peace, announcing to the people that the swarms had disappeared and the blue sky would return to the Republic.

"If the 'Empress' isn't restrained, who else can control these weapons?"

The Ironclad Knights honed their fists to perfection in their short lives, but they never imagined that the pale, powerless hands raised high in the council would possess the power to change Grammer's fate.