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

The anti-creator roared and charged forward, its giant claws forging into spears under the influence of crimson energy.

prick!

Pfft!

"Hmm." Wan Di groaned, letting the blood flow freely. He gripped the spear that had penetrated his abdomen with one hand, and with the other, he swung his fist fiercely, slamming it into his face.

"Get out of my way!"

"Flame Lance, charge!"

"Life is as fragile as a spider's thread..."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Golden Descendants swarmed forward and sent him flying.

Dan Heng blocked the injured Wan Di, buying him time to recover.

This scene has played out countless times. The Anti-Creator's power is enough to crush any Titan, but after leaving countless wounds on Wan Die and Dan Heng, it has yet to kill any of them.

Several of the more physically fragile members of the Golden Clan faced death multiple times, but fortunately, they were supported by their companions and survived unscathed. They barely maintained their balance, pushing the anti-Creator step by step towards their doom.

[Potio: Hiss~ Ha~ Brother Wan Di is really tough, isn't he? He's a real man, if we were closer, I'd definitely buy you a drink.]

[March 7th: That's amazing! Am I really that strong? That red jellyfish looks so bouncy and cute, I didn't expect it to be so powerful! Hmm... why can't I use it right now?]

[Feixiao: When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is exhausted, we attack. This battle truly embodies the essence of military strategy! Although we are outmatched in individual combat strength, we have already seized control of the overall situation. Brilliant!]

The Immortal Boat of Luofu.

Jing Yuan clapped his hands and laughed, but stared nervously at the screen.

"Stay calm, stay steady. As long as we maintain this momentum, we'll win!"

Everyone else, except him, was also terrified.

They were afraid that one of the fragile members of the Golden Clan would suddenly be killed in the counterattack of the golden-purple monster, causing the entire battle to collapse in a chain reaction.

Fortunately, so far there have been no serious incidents.

……

The light curtain surged.

As the overflowing resentment receded once again, Xing replaced his Flame Spear with a quill pen and charged fearlessly into battle.

With a flick of the wrist, the power of memory unleashed countless powerful punches.

"At the end of this epic, let's write the ending together!"

The twelve Titans launched a combined attack, with Xi Lian's golden light clearing the way.

boom!

The anti-creator's body crashed heavily to the ground, its golden-purple wings shattered by the blow.

March 7th: If only we could do it one more time, we could…

[Star: March, you can't say that!]

[March 7th: What's there to be afraid of? I'm not some kind of prophet.]

"█▬█▆▆▄██▄▄█!" The roar of the Iron Tomb descended from space, along with a crimson beam of light shining on the Anti-Creator.

He received support once again.

ScrewGumm sent a communication warning from Genius: "A violent spike has appeared in the Fate Map. Logic: The Iron Tomb is undergoing self-iteration—"

Under the overwhelming hatred, the golden-purple monster was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

The golden-purple wings, reshaped by the black mud-like hatred, transformed into two enormous, floating arms.

His aura was even stronger than before!

[Star: March, what else do you have to say?]

[March 7th: Uh... how was I supposed to know he'd be so cooperative?]

[Fireworks: Little pink bunny on the train, please speak less when things are going smoothly. If you really want to say something, just say something like "pasta mixed with No. 42 concrete," and that's enough.]

[Yao Guang: I just cast a divination, and the fate of the person on March 7th is quite bleak. Could it really be related to the ability to predict the future?]

The Anti-Creator's power surged, increasing the pressure on everyone. But fortunately, the Iron Tomb itself lacked the most crucial element of the battle—intelligence!

So it still couldn't turn the tide of the battle, it only made the fighting more brutal, and Wan Di and Dan Heng had to bear the brunt of it all.

The Titans continued to employ their tactics, and the Anti-Creators were still overwhelmed in the battle.

Walter sent a message: "Stay calm, everyone—save your full power for the decisive moment."

[Star: Come on! This is the complete us, the complete Star Train, the complete pioneering way of fighting! A righteous brawl—is invincible!]

[Black Tower: Thank Xi Lian. If it weren't for her repeatedly diminishing the progress bar of hatred, you would have been crushed long ago. But I'm still very curious, the Titans are supposed to represent the highest power in Onpharos, right? Why does she seem to be above everyone else?]

[Xi Lian: Perhaps, that god, whose entire body is covered in solid ice, has finally shown me even a little pity?]

When Lian came to draw his longbow, the stars sang in response, and at his command, they showered down a brilliant rain of light.

boom!

"Roar..." The anti-creator lost all its luster, its neck and limbs hanging limply, like a puppet without a soul, and no longer moved.

[Star: We won? We really won!]

[March 7th: This is really...we should have used No. 42 concrete! Because the length of this screw can easily affect the doneness of the steak...]

Cheers erupted throughout the universe.

Upon arriving at the space station, Nguyen Mai felt a sudden sense of relief.

In that case, Black Tower wouldn't have to do those desperate things, right?

She picked up her teacup and took a leisurely sip.

"Something's not right!" Black Tower suddenly exclaimed. Her brows furrowed, her heart pounding, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

And the Titans within the light curtain were the same.

Aglaia remained vigilant: "The golden threads are still trembling; the war is not over."

At this critical moment, the voice of Lycus suddenly came from the motionless body of the anti-creator.

"Correction: This is not a war, but a debate. The argument for the First Cause is only just beginning."

[Star: No way? Can he really be resurrected? And Raikoushi, you're such a persistent ghost!]

[Legius: This is not resurrection. In my long life experience, I have come to a conclusion. A seemingly perfect answer, however readily available, still differs subtly from the true outcome. And that difference is the devil that destroys everything. However, please believe me, I harbor no life-or-death hostility towards you. In the name of the divine audience! Please, all of you, discern the truth for me!]

The Anti-Creator shone with golden-purple light, regaining his vitality: "The gods and kings do not know the final revelation."

The overwhelming hatred turned into black mud, spreading and surging in the air.

A sickeningly robotic voice echoed in everyone's ears: "█▄▄▄The Great Annihilation of [Intelligence]▄▄▄█"

The Black Tower's communications became chaotic: "What's going on? Is the Destiny Energy abnormal?"

"We must stop it, otherwise..." Before the words were even finished, Dan Heng felt a surge of panic.

Why has even his voice changed like this?

March 7th: "The sound is inaudible. Why?"

[Black Tower: This feeling...]

She immediately entered the immersive experience, and in an instant, she understood what the Iron Tomb was trying to do. But this realization also made her hair stand on end.

[Black Tower: This is terrible! The Iron Tomb is trying to tamper with the cosmological constants—no, he's already doing it! The established laws of physics are about to collapse!]

[Star: What?! No, we were just winning a great victory! How did we suddenly face such a disaster?]

Xi Lian seemed to have a premonition of something: "Partner, hold on tight to me!"

The anti-creator roared and raised his arms, but this time he didn't aim at anyone, or rather, he aimed at everyone.

From Jin Zi's arms, two beams of golden and purple light shot into the sky, spiraling and breaking through the sky above Onpharos.

In the sky, Iron Tomb had been waiting for a long time. He grabbed the beam of light and refined it into a scarlet spear.

The next second, there were no further declarations or harsh words.

The spear crashed down with a thunderous roar.

Burn down the kingdom of God, and forsake the world!

Under the bright light, the audience trembled violently: "Help! What is this?!"