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

[Yao Guang: Quickly stop that spearhead from falling! The divination indicates endless calamity!]

[Star: I really want to stop it too! But with my small frame, I'd probably have trouble even being a speed bump!]

[Fireworks: I'm afraid it's not that durable...]

[Qingque: How about we send out Emperor Bow Siming, or Amber King? Where are the people from the company? You guys don't have no trump cards at all, do you?]

[March 7th: Why isn't the Learned One moving yet? Has He lost his mind at this point?!]

[Black Tower: It's too late...]

"████" Iron Tomb let out a long roar, and behind him, a scarlet and eerie scene, like multiple overlapping eyes, slowly unfolded.

The combined fleet's desperate attack left not a single bullet mark on him.

The spear of judgment pierced the intersection of the Möbius strip like a mountain crashing down.

dong dong!

The situation changed so quickly that most people couldn't comprehend what had just happened. How could the battle turn so drastically, as if it had been turned on a cheat code?

But by immersing themselves in the perspective of the Golden Descendants through sensory synchronization, and watching the spear tip pressing down on them from an almost 90-degree angle; and feeling an inhuman, strange sensation flowing through their bodies due to the change in the cosmological constant, everyone suddenly understood one thing.

Finished!

They and the galaxy are finished!

The chat group fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at the constantly lowering gun tip, their minds blank. Two words rose from their hearts simultaneously.

despair!

……

"Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom!"

A crimson wave of destruction surged and spread like a tidal wave.

Everything he touched either turned into data blocks that wouldn't even leave behind ashes, disappearing before he could even feel the pain, or... exploded!

No matter how proud or accomplished the Galactic Alliance's starships were in the past, they all became fireworks to celebrate the Iron Tomb's birthday, without exception!

Lycurgus shouted excitedly, seizing the last opportunity to announce the end of the debate to "everyone": "The galactic 'Fourth Hour'—is the coronation of the 'Iron Tomb'!"

[Star: Holy crap! Is this a human?!]

[March 7th: A bit too far from people now!]

Very few people spoke in the group chat. Most of them stared in disbelief, their throats dry, unable to utter a single word!

[Feixiao: Is this Iron Tomb's full-force attack...? Terrifying! Xing and the others' tactics were indeed ingenious before, but faced with such a terrifying difference in strength, all those ingenious tactics seem laughable.]

[Fu Xuan: It's not a fault of their fighting spirit, they've already done their best... Wait, what's this?!]

Yes, the scene of annihilating the allied forces just now was merely the tip of the iceberg of Iron Tomb's attack.

The Titans were blown away and erased by the storm, vanishing without a trace.

The space station was destroyed in a red light, and the silhouette of the black tower became blurred.

The crimson tide of light instantly covered the universe, and the lens of the light screen kept shrinking, allowing many people to see the entirety of the galaxy they were in for the first time.

And then, it was the last time.

The dazzling universe was framed by a giant Möbius strip, and an incredibly long string of numbers, so long that even the light screen could not display it all, appeared before our eyes, and... it was decreasing rapidly!

The light of the universe dimmed further and further until the numbers became so clear that even an eight-year-old could recognize them, and then... it went to zero.

The vast Milky Way quickly withered, like a lamp whose oil had burned out.

As the saying goes, "a candle flickering in the wind."

With a gentle gust of wind, the Milky Way was plunged into complete darkness, devoid of any light.

Everyone was immediately chilled to the bone, utterly shocked!

[Potio: He's got a leg to his name... What is this? What is this?!]

Scott: Hahaha, that was awesome! That was the most satisfying shot ever!

[Fireworks: What?! Awesome? Which of your senses are synchronized?]

They didn't know what those numbers actually represented—the number of lives? The number of civilizations?

But they know that they will be subtracted as a "1" in the number.

Moreover, they didn't die a glorious death in battle; they even died without any dignity whatsoever.

The universe has become a computer database that Iron Tomb can manipulate at will, and they will be deleted just like the text files they once carelessly threw into the trash can, by Iron Tomb, the monster that weighs on their heads!

[Star: *screams* (like a train swear word)! How could someone make something like this?! Zandal must be a psychopath!]

[Su Chang: If you'd said it would be like this from the start, why bother fighting? Just lie down, okay? Maybe we could even have a good meal.]

[Blue Sparrow: Sending Nanuk to be the God of Destruction is truly a waste of his talents. Compared to Zandal, the number of heads he has taken is like that of a greenhorn!]

[March 7th: The Milky Way is truly finished... Is this... is this still the Commander? Even the Star God might not be able to pull off this!]

[Fu Xuan: Perhaps, we really are already infinitely close to becoming Star Gods.]

[Black Tower: Remove the "maybe." I understand now, I finally understand. The reason why the Venerable One is so slow, like a junk computer picked up from a junkyard, is so frustrating it makes your forehead veins bulge... is because that's what He wants to see: He wants to see the galaxy destroyed! He has also invested unprecedented curiosity in this unprecedented event, even risking his life.]

[Star: This...is He sick?! Compared to Him, Aha seems like a normal person. I can almost understand why the attending physician would give Him a discharge diagnosis if he were blind.]

[Yao Guang: So, in the end, did the learned scholar really commit suicide?]

[Black Tower: Hmph, more than that... Just now, Iron Tomb was freely and unimpededly invading the Path of Knowledge. Perhaps, to satisfy his own curiosity, the Learned One was even secretly fueling it. He handed over the knife that would kill him. He truly treats Iron Tomb, his "brother," with "brotherly affection and utmost care"! @Laigushi, senior, was this also part of your calculations?]

[Legius: I don't deny it. But humility has always been a virtue of mine, and I have never had the habit of boasting. The probability of Him selling his life is about one in half. If we add in some other minor possibilities, then the odds of winning this debate are worthwhile, aren't they?]

[Star: You could calculate something this absurd, and even quantify it?]

[Qingque: No one knows a son better than his father. It's reasonable for someone so outrageous to make outrageous predictions.]

[Black Tower: ...Ha~ What can I say? Anyway, for you, for a dead man, nothing in this world can be considered a price. Don't even mention 50%, even 5% wouldn't matter. Even if it fails, at least it will provide experience for other Zandals. Senior, your plan is truly a foolproof, risk-free profit in every aspect! It's a huge loss for them that you're not the chairman of the Interstellar Peace Corporation or something.]

[Lai Gushi: You flatter me.]

[Black Tower: I wasn't trying to praise you!]

[Fu Xuan: Zandal, intelligent to the point of being almost demonic...]

[Star: Stop lamenting, what do we do now? Is there any reinforcement we can get? Himeko, do we have any Star Gods in our favor list? Can you pull one out?]