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

Black Swans believe their meme bodies are extremely difficult to capture, and they dare to freely enter and exit even places that are designated as forbidden zones.

But this time, she panicked.

The sight of "March 7th" on the screen made her hesitate at first glance, and the flame of longing for Onphalus that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant.

That feeling... was like she was a black swan, and March 7th was a king jellyfish lurking in the ocean of memories. The surface of the ocean looked calm, but if she dared to stop, she would be instantly entangled and then drown!

"No, now is not the time to worry about such things." Black Swan quickly shook her head, eager to escape the fear that March 7th brought her.

"And what is Yi Ting plotting now?"

The black swan was filled with melancholy.

Regardless of Wengxing, once the Iron Tomb is born, we'll all die together. Go to Wengxing with Yiting; if Hei Sanyue still sides with the train, her fate will definitely be grim.

It seems like there's no way out here.

"Could it be... that we should make a decisive move now and escape from Yiting?"

This feeling of following the same old path as Dahlia is extremely unpleasant. And besides, which side can she turn to?

"Ah..." She sighed, looking at the screen with longing.

What's wrong with this universe? It's so chaotic!

The guest who had been sitting in front of her hoping to "reveal his fate" silently left.

What's wrong with this fortune teller? He's not only talking to himself, but also wallowing in self-pity. He seems mature and reliable on the surface, but he doesn't actually seem very smart.

Run before she accepts her payment!

[Star: One wave after another, the universe might as well just be destroyed already... Hey? @Laigushi, how about we discuss the Galaxy's Uniqueness matter again?]

[Black Tower: Little guy, it's amazing you can still open your mouth. So pragmatic... Hmph, you've got a bit of my style.]

[Star: This is truly a last resort. Do you think I can send all the invading memory-devourers to suffer the same cycle of torment as Lai Gushi with just a pen? Even if I swung the pen and spewed sparks, I couldn't trap that many people!]

—[Next, please watch: Pre-battle News Brief: The Galactic Alliance Formation.]

[March 7th: Why is the screen showing news? Will it even show GG (Ghost) soon?]

[Himeko: It's not that simple. The Galactic Alliance has been formed... It seems that even the galaxy, usually rife with infighting, can unite in the face of death. And the Train Crew certainly has some influence.]

[March 7th: Huh? Wait, so this means a big event is about to happen?!]

[Star: Oh right! I almost forgot the train has one last trump card—calling for backup!]

[Bai E: So, there's still hope?!]

The light curtain ripples.

Inside the jump tunnel, the massive fleet traversed countless star systems, crashed through the space barrier, and appeared around the Onpharos system.

A large line of text appears on the starship's main control screen: ID: HERTA, Logging in...

[Star: Who is Herta?]

[Black Tower: It's the Black Tower.]

The news program from Interstellar Peace Company was being broadcast on the screen, and the female host's voice was as dignified as ever.

Under the words "STATUS UPDATE", the latest information is constantly being updated.

"In this phase of information synchronization, the Immortal Boat Alliance has confirmed its joining the [Anti-Iron Curtain Galactic Alliance]."

Beneath the red and white news labels, the star raft cursor, uniquely designed for the Xianzhou spacecraft, navigates across the holographic star map, reaching the tiny, shining Möbius strip in the universe.

"The all-out operational meeting of the coalition forces will be held at 4 o'clock in the afternoon."

"This battle will be divided into two fronts, one inside and one outside."

"As planned, the coalition will form a joint fleet to suppress the spillover Iron Tomb disaster."

"To prevent the Iron Tomb from causing damage to the galaxy from the outside."

A pop-up window appeared on the screen, displaying various logos, and starships of different shapes and styles surrounded the entire star field.

[Gold Sand: Oh wow? This is quite a spectacle.]

[Tibo: Is this what a warship that can fly through space looks like? I wonder how long it will take us to upgrade our rockets to something similar.]

[Crydella: One day, Onpharos will surely venture into the universe and become one of its proud members.]

[Bai E: Is this the level of technology from outer space? I can't even imagine it.]

[Jade: More surprising than the spectacle is the level of cooperation they've achieved. That ship that flashed by in the pop-up window was the flagship of the Strategic Investment Department. There are quite a few other warships from other departments as well. For the board members to abandon their usual wrangling and settling accounts, it seems they understand that survival is the most precious thing.]

[Fu Xuan: Time is still too tight. After all, when we received the news, Iron Tomb could have been crowned at any moment in the outside world. Otherwise, they might have piled up starships so densely that Onpharos would have been nothing but a bunch of black dots. Of course, tactically speaking, that would be no different from sending a bunch of ships to deliver food to Iron Tomb.]

[March 7th: Hasn't this happened before? I remember the company news often reported which faction received military aid from the company, then annihilated 100 million enemies in a civil war, and retreated like the wind, right?]

[Gold dust: That's the most awkward thing. To avoid losses, companies often require victory and a glimmer of hope before providing aid. But without aid, those puppet... those friendly civilizations, often fail to win. In the end, aid is usually given slowly, and the front lines are lost slowly as well. In the end, it becomes a messy account that everyone is unhappy about. But from a financial perspective, it's the right approach, isn't it?]

[Topa: Aren't you saying a bit too much? Besides, isn't this supposed to be the market development department's job?]

[Gold Sand: Otherwise, why would I go into such detail? Every time this kind of mess is over, isn't it us "bad asset liquidation experts" who have to clean up the mess? Besides, who in the entire galaxy doesn't know about these methods?]

[March 7th: After hearing this, I suddenly had a strange premonition... that the Allied forces are a rabble and we're doomed...]

[Star: Ahem! Let's look at the space station in the distance instead. Lady Black Tower looks so dashing!]

The light curtain ripples.

The Möbius strip at the center of the holographic star map suddenly magnifies.

A logo for a star-studded train is directly connected to the interior.

The host said, "The Star Train will join forces with the local forces of Onfaros to locate the Iron Tomb from within the world."

A pop-up window appeared, showing the headless giant's chest, as deep and terrifying as a black hole, within a black and red "sun".

"Ms. Black Tower of the Genius Club and Mr. Screw Goom will continue to provide technical support for the Star Train."

"Calculations show that the external battlefield will directly affect five neighboring star systems."