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

[Star: This is Gillette's steamed bean curd! There are still too many people like this who say, "Hehe, I must survive!"]

However, things were even worse than they had imagined.

In the light screen, the researcher said with great regret, "But the Iron Tomb has not yet been fully born, and its negative impact is already comparable to that of a complete Extinction Lord."

[Fireworks: Hmph, if no one told us, who would have guessed that the "strongest" Destruction Commander before us was actually independently developed by the Father of Intelligence, while the Destruction Star God, as the big boss, only glanced at it twice?]

[Sambo: Huh? Do you think Iron Tomb might indiscriminately wipe out all the other Annihilation Lords? Does he even consider allies? If so… hehe, that would be a huge dark joke.]

[Heita: Who knows? But given Nanook's style, he probably won't remain indifferent.]

The researcher opened a black and white video.

The planets disintegrated and exploded one after another like popcorn until the camera lost contact. One can only imagine what happened to them.

He stated his final conclusion to the emerald: "If its complete form were to descend, facing an energy level exceeding that of an Envoy, we would be powerless..."

To put it more bluntly, even if a vaccine is developed, its effectiveness is questionable. It might provide some immunity, but only a slight one. The massive, overwhelming virus in the Iron Tomb couldn't even withstand the mighty Bo Shi Zun, let alone their mere inventions.

Jade remained silent for a long while: "Is there any way to delay the birth of the Iron Tomb?"

The researcher's expression was resolute yet somber: "We contacted Mr. Screws, and the conclusion is consistent with our previous one. The birth of the Iron Tomb is very likely the moment that Erudite was anchoring. It's inevitable."

[Star: It makes me so angry just thinking about it. Which cable in the machine head was connected incorrectly? Not only did they not stop it from doing something so serious, they were actually making things worse! If He really didn't want to live, wouldn't it be better to just commit suicide? That way everyone would be happy!]

[March 7th: It's probably all about those two words—curiosity. Ugh! Can't He just want to see something good? Why does He always pick such heavy-handed plots?]

Researcher No. 1 said in a deep voice, "The key still lies within the scepter. To what extent can [Exploration] achieve this, and in what way can it slow down the Iron Tomb's hatching process?"

Emerald gazes at the Möbius strip in the image.

After a long silence, he solemnly said, "Be prepared for the worst, regardless of the cost."

"clear!"

"clear!"

The light screen dimmed, and a line of large characters was reflected on it: Countdown to the decisive battle of Onphalus: 8 days.

[Star: Further investigation and report!]

[Robin: At this rate, the birth of the Iron Tomb will be happening soon, won't it? I hope the galaxy can overcome this difficulty and not leave behind only a silent universe devoid of any joy.]

[Sunday: Don't worry, robin. Everything will be alright.]

Pinocchio, his eyes gleaming on Sunday, said that based on the limited information available, the Iron Tomb would not be born before the Harmony Ceremony.

Then everything will be much easier.

"If necessary, I will shoulder that immense burden and become the protector of the entire galaxy..."

——【Next: Pre-Battle Briefing • Part 5 | Countdown to the Decisive Battle】

[Fireworks: Part Five? What about Parts Three and Four?]

[Shut up: It was probably censored because it was neither here nor there.]

[Star: Shut up! What time is it? Still telling lame jokes.]

The light curtain ripples.

On a planet near Onpharos, dark clouds covered the sky, with only occasional gaps allowing long-awaited sunlight to filter through.

In the boundless desert, the sand and wind whipped against your face, feeling like hot knives that sent chills down your spine.

A red-haired local stood in the oasis, staring blankly at the sky. It was a scene he, living on this remote and impoverished planet, could never have imagined in his eight lifetimes.

The steel behemoths loomed in and out of the clouds, pressing down on him like floating cities. And there were countless other such behemoths, flashing past in the dim light, one after another.

What he could not imagine was that these armies, which he saw as heavenly soldiers, were about to face a formidable enemy that they would never have dared to imagine in eight lifetimes!

The stirring music began.

The news anchor from Interstellar Peace Corporation remained as dignified as ever, delivering firsthand intelligence to every corner of the universe. This time, however, would be the last before the good news arrived.

Or perhaps, this really is the last time!

"The external battlefield clearing operation has been successful. The coalition forces will now enter the third phase of operations. Please make the necessary preparations."

In the ruins of the disaster area, a robin perches before a ragged child, handing him a bottle of water. Having escaped her troublesome agent, she cherishes the time she can spend helping others, even though this place is far from safe.

In space, the battle not only didn't end, but intensified. Starships fired repeatedly as they moved, engaging the Iron Tomb's creations at ever closer range.

Returning our attention to the ground, Toppa, risking being deleted by the Iron Tomb at any moment, is directing the evacuation efforts.

Countless righteous people from all corners of the universe are ready to rush to the battlefield or die far from home.

"The Genius Club will continue to break through the Scepter Shield Protocol. Once the barrier is broken, we will immediately jump to support the Star Train. Full firepower to confront the Iron Tomb."

Yunqi and the company's security guards joined hands, raising their arms and shouting the slogan in front of the station.

Two golden mechanical beings, a man and a woman, embraced and kissed in the sunset.

The children smiled broadly as they watched the flowers that had bravely sprouted from the cracks in the rubble.

May humanity and the stars shine forever!

[The Black Tower: As the end times approach, all our efforts may be in vain, but people have not collapsed, nor have they gone mad into a life of debauchery. Everyone is still persevering, doing everything in their power to resist the Zandals who are writing the script for the galaxy.]

[Jingyuan: Humanity has not been crushed. Humanity's will is still intact.]

[Potio: We're going to die anyway, what's the point of worrying about the meaning of death? I know I can't beat the Iron Tomb, but if I chicken out because I can't, and kneel down begging for mercy like a dog to the Destroyer, damn it, I'd be letting down the last drop of blood flowing from my head!]

[Feixiao: As a warrior, one must either defeat the enemy or stand as a wall, blocking the blade aimed at the weak. Even if the ship collapses and the earth crumbles, one can still die a worthy death!]

[Star: What else is there to say? Fight! So what if it's the fourth hour? Rules are meant to be broken!]

[ScrewGumm: @Laigushi, how about it? Do the state of humanity and their future pique your curiosity even a little?]

[Rakushi: It's not that there isn't any, but... it's not enough.]

"Sizzle!"

The interstellar peace broadcast was forcibly interrupted by an unexpected signal.

The screens of various factions, including Belloberg, Black Tower Space Station, Immortal Boat Luofu, Pinocchio, and others, all lit up with red light.

Lai Gushi's figure appeared on it, standing under the spotlight, talking eloquently.

A challenge!

Everyone instantly understood his purpose.