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

March 7th: Reinforcements have finally arrived! By the way, what are the chances of the Allied forces taking down the Iron Tomb from the outside?

[Black Tower: Want to hear the truth?]

[March 7th: I miss it!]

[Black Tower: Oh, it's not that big.]

[Star: Huh? No, what does this mean?]

[Black Tower: Didn't you say you wanted to hear the truth? Think about it carefully, and you'll understand. Caiuslan is capable of damaging a Star God, while a fully-formed Iron Tomb is naturally many times stronger. Do you think starships with their planet-destroying cannons can leave any noticeable marks on Nanook? If they could, why are we in such a hurry? For the Iron Tomb, those things are hardly any different from a mosquito bite.]

[Star: What should we do then?]

[Black Tower: Don't be nervous... or rather, being nervous won't help. I have at least one way in mind to save the galaxy, but... we'll see. Besides, you might even accomplish something extraordinary? After all, you are an "accident" personally certified by your predecessors.]

[Bai'er: Partners, and Lady Black Tower, it's all up to you!]

[Star: I... Hah~, okay! It's just risking my life, it's not like I haven't done it before!]

The chat group fell silent instantly, everyone staring intently at the figure on the screen.

It's all up to you guys, keep it up!

The light curtain ripples.

The Black Tower's voice became the call to attack. The moment the words left its mouth, all the starships, their cannons already brimming with energy, fired simultaneously. Multicolored beams of light, on the scale of the galaxy, resembled countless fine needles, instantly turning the Iron Tomb's body into a pincushion.

But the black steel giant remained unmoved.

The background music became increasingly intense.

Inside Onpharos.

The clothes of the Stormtroopers and the Golden Clan fluttered in the wind.

But compared to that, the dazzling red light on Iron Tomb's chest and the immense pressure were what truly made their scalps tingle.

"Don't be too tense, remember to take deep breaths." Xi Lian stepped forward, looked up at the iron tomb, and still smiled.

"Mm." Xing nodded.

Their gazes were fixed on the pair of enormous, golden-purple hands before Iron Tomb. His many arms, slender like those of an arthropod, were all outstretched, except for the pair that had been tightly clenched, which were now slowly opening. The unprecedented high-energy reaction within them almost stung their eyes.

Dan Heng solemnly said, "There is not a trace of life in that ominous body."

March 7th said in a playful voice, "We won't lose to an empty shell, right?"

The giant hand opened completely, and out of it emerged a strangely deformed iron man, his body made of gold and purple, with wings of the same color fluttering on his back.

He leaned against the iron tomb, which stood like a towering pillar, and looked down at his mortal enemy from mid-air!

Looking up from Xing's perspective, the guy blocked the ominous red light from the Iron Tomb's chest, but the winged iron man, which had turned pitch black as a result, appeared even more cold and evil.

[Star: What is this thing again? The color scheme is so hopeless...]

[Lagurus: The anti-Creator, also the embodiment of Onphalus's smoldering rage for thirty million lifetimes. What a beautiful form! And at this moment, he will correct the errors in the path of cosmic evolution!]

[Aglaia: Beautiful… Lycurgus, your aesthetic sense is as regrettable as your curiosity. And could it be that the indelible flaw in Bai'er is also caused by the underlying code you wrote?]

[March 7th: Will we... win?]

[Xi Lian: We will win! I believe in our determination and strength. And... hehe, she really does look beautiful now that she's grown up.]

[Star: Buddy, you're too optimistic. You still have the mind to worry about this...]

[Fireworks: You're too modest. Little Grey, you were much more optimistic than her before.]

[Silver Branch: By the pure and beautiful star goddess Idrila. May all the beauty in this world break free from its flawed fate and, in a clichéd form, forge a complete comedy!]

[Potio: If he dares to talk nonsense, isn't death the only consequence? Let's fight him!]

The Creator casts a contemptuous glance; once these "variables" are cleared away, the successful completion of his mission will be a foregone conclusion!

A murderous intent swept over them.

The Stars and the Golden Clan remained fearless.

Now that things have come to this, what else is there to say? At least the one standing in front of them now is not Bai E.

As for the outcome of the first cause of life... Ah!

"In the name of [pioneering]..."

"We will reject this incorrect answer!"

[Star: Isn't this just a coincidence? What do you mean, the First Cause is destruction? I never went to school! What are you babbling about? Take this!]

[March 7th: As expected of you, you can even say things with such grandeur!]

[Black Tower: Tsk tsk, if you were the one to replace Iron Tomb in taking down Machine Head and sit in the position of the Celestial God of Intelligence, that would be wonderful.]

[Haha: Hmph~~ She'll never be able to sit on it in her entire life. And even if one day she stops pioneering... Hmph, I bet you definitely don't want to see that happen.]

If she jumps off her pioneering position, then what follows will surely be the end!

Aha's avatar watched the light screen with great interest: "Akivili, you're still the same as before."

"After so many attempts, still haven't carved out a smooth path? Tsk tsk, I really miss the days when we could just drive into whoever we wanted..."

"And that mechanical head too. After calculating the war of the gods for so long, it was itself that lit the fuse of that powder keg. It's really insane."

"Galaxy~~ Let me see just how bizarre your death can be! Or perhaps, they can create a miracle?"

……

The light curtain flows.

Zendar stood in the shattered stands, watching to see how the drama he had orchestrated would unfold.

"My work of atonement is complete: the headless master (Iron Tomb) will create the funeral of the Gnostic (intellect)."

In the "debate arena," the anti-creator uttered obscure syllables: "█▬█▆▆▄██▄▄█".

[Potio: When Lycus made this thing, did he forget to install a synesthetic beacon? What's the point of saying anything now that it's like this?!]

The Black Tower's communication reached Xing and the others: "It's searching for the erudite Venerable? Tsk."

Even with her pride and optimism, she felt overwhelmed at this moment, but at this time, only she could shoulder this burden.

"Don't worry about the extraterrestrial battlefield; focus all your efforts on disrupting it!"

He spread his long, thin, bamboo-like fingers and provocatively said in a mocking, indistinct voice, "▆Power▆Heavenly Army▄█Prepare█▄To resist me▄█."

With the power of destruction, galactic allies from beyond the heavens, prepare your minds to resist my hatred!

Saifei'er clicked her tongue and shook her head: "How pathetic, a puppet without a heart, it can't even deceive itself!"

The anti-creators, accompanied by a terrifying crimson light, roared and swooped down!