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

[Haha: This taste...it can't be wrong! Hahaha, it's definitely going to be a rare treat!]

The six emperors, led by Jing Yuan, were dumbfounded when they arrived at the Immortal Ship Luofu.

They couldn't say they weren't mentally prepared, but they were all based on the assumption that the Guts would once again pull out some terrifying weapon that would physically overturn the universe.

Who would have thought that after they stacked up their physical resistance, the opponent would suddenly switch to magic damage, and the damage was so high it was explosive!

Fu Xuan's pretty face stiffened for a moment: "Is it just my imagination? Why does this poem have the air of a celestial maiden's lament?"

This tone of voice, filled with longing and heartbreak...

Furthermore, why would someone harbor resentment towards their executioner?!

"Calm down!" Jing Yuan waved his hand, displaying the resilience he had cultivated over nearly a thousand years, and finally managed to keep his expression under control.

"Given Gu Shi's previous performance, there must be a bigger secret behind this. Let's wait and see..."

Despite the chills that ran down their spines, they were determined not to miss a single opportunity to find out the weaknesses of the ancient warriors.

Let's recreate history!

His voice was as calm and gentlemanly as ever, but when paired with those words, it always had a strange, eerie quality.

"Sea spray passing through the temple"

"Come to my side"

[Star: Retreat, retreat, retreat!]

[March 7: Hiss... Lai Gushi bound Xingqiang outside of mythology, could he have some other purpose?]

[Star: March, stop! What are you saying, "What magic?" I'll give you my ice cream, just please don't say anything more!]

"The process of resolving your doubts"

"It always reminds me of the joyful times I spent studying as a child."

The voice, filled with reminiscence, also carried a touch of longing for youth.

The poem, so magnificent that it could make any mortal retreat in fear, finally reached its climax.

Lai Gushi's voice suddenly turned high-pitched: "If there is even a one in ten thousand chance that I can carve a crack in the wall of your heart."

"My victory will then be certain."

"Your Excellency, the prison I have built for you is now complete."

"In the name of knowledge, I invite you to enter the same prison as me."

[Fireworks: So touching! Never giving up, never abandoning, persisting to the end even with slim chances—how can there be such a romantic ancient scholar?]

[Qingque: Wow~~ That's really fancy. There's even a prison play scene. Luckily, no one invited me like that.]

March 7th: Star! Are you alright? Wake up!

[Danheng: Pinch her philtrum.]

[Star: Let me die!]

[Black Tower: Intelligence, destroyed.]

Inside the space station, Ruan Mei's usually calm eyes were now filled with a look of bewilderment.

Screwgoom was completely frozen, motionless. If anyone could see the data stream in his mind through his mechanical eye, they would find that the once orderly data channels were now a chaotic mess!

Black Tower recalled his previous guesses, and his wisteria-like eyes trembled uncontrollably.

If my previous guess was correct, and the person behind the mask of Laigus really was that person, then the future of the club...

What a tragedy...

……

"Since we parted ways last time"

"I then set about transforming the area outside the mythology into a seating area exclusively for you."

"To fully express my apologies, I would like to invite you to visit my residence."

"so that I may act as a host."

Lai Gushi's voice was so gentle, yet it was no less powerful than the world's most potent sonic weapon, its demonic sound crashing into everyone's minds.

Finally, the poem came to an end.

[Bai Lu: Ah~ God, I'm alive?]

She wasn't the only one to express this sentiment; similar sighs echoed throughout the world.

The time just now was short, perhaps only a minute, but many people felt as if they had just fought a fierce battle, and a sense of exhilaration, like surviving a catastrophe, washed over their minds.

Although they were routed by Lai Gushi alone, they managed to survive!

[March 7th: Was I really some kind of evil witch before I lost my memory? What terrible things did I do to deserve this kind of torment?]

[Potio: He's a real bastard... I feel like I can get through anything in this life now.]

[Fu Xuan: So, the research results that shook the universe? There really aren't any?]

The celestial vessel Luofu, and countless people throughout the universe, were both amused and exasperated.

After enduring their fear and watching this "history" through it, they finally discovered that it was indeed "history," a 99% pure and rare item without any impurities!

Blanch!

[Scott: Ugh... What a touching love story. An omnic actually falls so deeply in love with his nemesis... Ah... What a cruel twist of fate.]

[Fireworks: Huh? There's another expert!]

[Potio: No, buddy. Are you serious? What kind of taste is this… Wait, Interstellar Peace Corporation, and from the marketing department at that? That makes sense. Your department really does have all sorts of cuties!]

[Xia Die: What a poignant love story. I can almost feel it. When I first saw this artwork, someone was feeding cockroaches. Upon seeing this, the cockroaches stopped chewing, the person stopped feeding them, the person and cockroaches looked at each other, and then they kissed and danced.]

[Star: Aww~~ (Gasps)]

[Feng Jin: Butterfly, I beg you... please write something normal.]

[Fireworks: Tsk tsk tsk, new talents emerge in every generation!]

[Haha: Ah yes, yes, yes! That's exactly what I wanted to see! It's decided, from now on, we'll randomly select 100 million lucky winners every day and send them to the universe's mobile phone!]

[Qingque: This is a terrorist attack, isn't it? This must be a terrorist attack!]

……

Xing struggled to get up from the sofa, shouting with immense grief and indignation:

"I...I'll never do abstract things again!"

At that moment, Xing felt an overwhelming sense of defeat.

[Hoshino: Himeko. How about we go to Onphalos later? I'm scared.]

[Bai'er: Partner! We agreed to be heroes together!]

[Star: I suddenly realize that the saying "discretion is the better part of valor" is indeed true. Lagushi, you win. On my most prized track, you've utterly defeated me again. This time, I've lost.]

[Lai Gushi: Stop! Please don't compromise so easily in this direction. Your talent in this area far surpasses mine. Moreover, judging from the details of this poem, there is no doubt that this is a malicious edit of me.]

[Fu Xuan: I... I reluctantly used my divine eye to analyze it once, and the details of this video are indeed quite flawed. Although it looks alright at first glance, the signs of it being pieced together are still obvious.]

[Star: Whew~~ Great, I did it again! I knew it, when it comes to abstract art, no one can beat me!]

March 7th: You really are...

[Black Tower: Great, the club, there's still hope.]

[Bai'e: I see. I knew it! With this, why would Laigushi bother with the First Cause of Life? Just change the wording, stuff it into that learned monk's head, and play it on a loop tens of thousands of times. How could He not die? How could He not die!]