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

[Star: Could it be that this unassuming woman who remembers others actually possesses an item crucial to the battle, and we can't do without her this time?]

[March 7th: Is she that amazing? Then... why hasn't she appeared before?]

[Dahlia: Oh dear~~ I didn't expect that in such a short time, you've grown to the point where you can perform on stage in the most prestigious and dangerous theater in the galaxy! Be careful not to let the Iron Tomb pluck all your beautiful feathers. I'll be heartbroken.]

[Black Swan: You don't need to worry about it, I know what I'm doing.]

Even so, the Black Swan itself was puzzled.

With her strength, it wouldn't be an easy task for her to inflict any effective damage on the Iron Tomb; it would be a pipe dream.

Then... what other crucial role can she play?

However, the light screen shouldn't be making baseless accusations. Could it be that she truly can leave a significant and unforgettable mark on the battlefield where the star gods vie for supremacy?

The black swan's eyes lit up.

"So, this time, it's my turn to personally create priceless memories? Heh heh, how exciting!"

……

The light curtain ripples.

A wanted poster depicting a full-body portrait of the Iron Tomb without a hat was pasted onto the camera lens.

The female voice narrating the scene let out a spirited shout: "Whoosh!"

A powerful punch shattered the wanted poster, almost bursting out of the light screen!

The powerfully muscular fist startled users with all their senses working in sync, causing them to jump.

[March 7th: Holy crap! That scared me to death! I thought they were going to punch me into a photograph. Phew~ If only the Iron Tomb were really as fragile as paper...]

[Star: Those hands, those nails, that art style... looks like a strong man! Which faction will be next this time?]

"Eat!"

Another shout rang out, and the newcomer finally revealed a glimpse of herself. Although she still did not show her face, the strands of silver hair behind her were as majestic as a lion's mane. The muscles, as big as watermelons, that swelled up from the force of her clenched fists were as hard as rocks, leaving people in awe!

These all-natural, technology-free muscles are the envy of many in the bodybuilding world.

His pectoral muscles are incredibly exaggerated; apart from appearing somewhat soft visually, they are flawless.

[Wan Di: To have trained your arms to this level... that's incredibly skillful.]

[Bai Er: Even I sensed a threat.]

Beside him, Yao Guang had a cold and aloof expression, his arm behind his head, and he relaxed his posture.

Jing Yuan's expression was resolute, and his features were extremely domineering.

"With the power of a million horses turning, the Immortal Ship Alliance has finally arrived!"

Between the two "wise generals", the Martial Queen of the Immortal Boat finally revealed her true identity - the Heavenly Strike General, Feixiao.

Her face screamed "Invincible!"

"Physical exorcism, a cure for those who dare to defy!"

[Tail: Huh? This is a woman?!]

[Feixiao: What else? When did I become a man?]

[Star: Huh? You know what, this introduction is actually quite accurate.]

Yao Qingxianzhou and Fei Xiao were originally quite satisfied with the muscles, which had a very "realistic" style.

But the ensuing questions left her somewhat speechless, and she began to ponder a question she was only now realizing for the first time in hundreds of years.

Feixiao pursed her lips, a hint of melancholy in her voice, and said, "Jiaoqiu, tell me... don't I have any femininity?"

"..." Jiaoqiu's expression froze for a moment, but her squinted eyes suddenly opened wide.

The Emperor's Bow above. Even in your condition, how can you still be aware of this problem?

Baku, lurking on the rooftop, glanced silently at Jiaoqiu.

This was a potentially disastrous question! Luckily, he wasn't a strategist and didn't need to answer. His expression remained unchanged, but his gaze was fixed on his good friend.

Jiaoqiu remained calm and composed: "Ahem, General, such a worldly and vulgar classification as men and women is unworthy of defining you."

"Then what should I define it as?"

"Hmm... an armed star raft?"

[Fireworks: This art style... Three Generals Under the Moon? Auntie, please tone it down!]

[Silver Wolf: What's that strange sound?]

[Fireworks: I don't know, but I always feel that this kind of music should be playing at this time.]

[Star: Wow~~ So magnificent, I love it! I want to be squashed by those powerful muscles!!!]

[March 7th: It's not that bad, it really isn't!]

[Star: How could it not be? Being suffocated by slightly sweaty, muscular bears—just thinking about it is exhilarating!]

[March 7th: Which muscle are you talking about? You...you should go to the spa!]

[Star: I appreciate your kind words. General Feixiao, please grant my wish. Star only asks for death!]

[Feixiao: ???]

The light screen shifted, and images of various factions flashed by in turn.

With so many powerful backers, the main characters finally make their appearance.

"Now, it's our turn to fight back!"

On Sunday, Danheng, Xing, and March 7th, weapons are raised high, each displaying their unique abilities. The art style is exquisitely detailed, as adorable as a porcelain doll.

[Danheng: Just how many art styles does this comic artist know? This time it's even the early children's animation style of Xianzhou, which is almost extinct in Xianzhou now.]

[Star: No, the more important thing is, when did our train trio get a fourth person? How did Sunday sneak in? And he even seemed to do it so naturally.]

[Sunday: Perhaps, there are similar reasons to those of Lady Black Swan. After all, the Iron Tomb crisis has affected the entire world, and everyone has a reason to lend a helping hand. However, such a childish style is really out of step with the work requirements of my Oak Family Head...]

[Robin: So cute... This kind of older brother is great!]

[Sunday: The compatibility couldn't be better. Even the head of the household needs to cultivate an approachable image.]

[Star: Now I know why you got on the train. Your change of heart is almost as fast as mine. Crouching Dragon, Young Phoenix, Young Unicorn... It's decided, you're the Train Tsukasa Tiger!]

[Danheng: Please don't include me, thank you.]

"All troops, assemble!"

Xing shouted, and the two comic panels highlighted her resolute gaze and wide-open mouth.

If you remove the black lines and white borders in the middle of the grid, Xing's flat face has a strange, pseudo-human feel to it.

But in any case, with her command...

People from all walks of life around the world fight side by side, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. Powerful figures with different styles, carrying a fierce aura, break down the dimensional barrier with the momentum of rampant piracy, and are brought together on the same front.

Star roared hoarsely, almost hysterically, at their only enemy in this battle: "Iron Tomb, we have brought you destruction!"

"Rules are meant to be broken!"

The gray-haired pioneer was incredibly brave and invincible. With a flying punch, he knocked Iron Tomb to his knees.

What followed was a smooth combo. Accompanied by rapid, tongue-twisting battle cries of the move names, it was a ferocious combo that gave the opponent no chance to make a move.

"The performance begins. You're out. The decisive blow! We are invincible! Flame Lance, charge!"

"I'm confused!"

Boom boom boom!

The sound of a halftime break signaling the end of the boxing match could be heard.

"KO!" Iron Tomb's portrait turned grayish-white in disappointment.

But then she changed the subject: "However, the light boat has already struck a huge iceberg!"