Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Before landing, the girl used her powers to create a giant, soft flower bud. Using vines and ropes, she pulled several people onto this cushion, and they successfully entered the Netherworld unharmed.

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

Bronya lay in the flower bud, her face expressionless as she turned her small face to look at Sato Yuno, her gray eyes already filled with little stars.

"Yuno-neechan, you're amazing."

Sato Yuno slumped weakly on the flower bud, and she responded:

"I'm out of strength now, so Bronya will have to protect me from now on."

The little girl said confidently:

"Bronya will protect Yuno-nee."

Kiana had already pulled Mei down from the flower bud. She used her flashlight to illuminate the surrounding scenery and exclaimed in amazement:

"This place is huge, and there are only some creepy things that look like will-o'-the-wisps swaying around, and it's all pitch black."

Raiden Mei said helplessly:

"Kiana, don't wander off! It's mission time now."

The white-haired girl said with a serious expression:

"I didn't wander off, Mei. I was looking for clues. They say this place is a ruin, so there must be something special about it. It can't all be useless stones, right?"

Before Mei could continue speaking, Kiana seemed to have seen something. She pointed to a corner with her flashlight and said:

"what is that?"

The dilapidated and cracked walls are covered with ancient texts and abstract images.

Himeko Murata glanced at Kiana, who had noticed this, and then began checking the equipment she had brought from her backpack. After a preliminary check and finding no problems, she sighed and said:

"Kiana, those are precious historical records, don't ruin them."

The white-haired girl silently withdrew her fingertips, which had almost touched the wall, and said in a serious tone:

"Of course, Himeko-sensei."

“I, Kiana Kaslana, am not the kind of person who neglects her duties and disregards discipline.”

Raiden Mei gently tapped her head as a warning; compared to before, this person had become far too lively.

Himeko Murata began to take out her instruments and record all the murals, uploading them to the Hyperion's database for analysis and comparison.

She had previously confirmed that the signal had not been cut off upon entering the Netherworld, and that communication with Theresa should be able to be maintained with difficulty, but transmitting this data was the most important thing before reporting to her.

No one can guarantee when the signal will be cut off; everything in this place is unknown. Therefore, Himeko Murata can only follow the most basic priority principles in her work.

The journey here and the start have gone very smoothly, and I hope it will continue to be so in the future.

The woman glanced at the girls' reactions and behavior, and couldn't help but smile.

They were a really interesting group of students, and for that reason, she, as the team leader, had to take responsibility for leading them all out.

While doing the tedious work of recording videos, Himeko Murata would inadvertently start thinking about some boundless things.

The little guy should be resting and vacationing in China right now. Hopefully, he won't be traveling to those coastal cities.

I wonder how things are going between him and Fu Hua?

Thus began the journey the group embarked on in the Nine Netherworlds.

Himeko Murata was still unaware of the fate that awaited her.

154. Help me tell her that I like you.

The clamor of a life torn apart lingered in his ears, and the young man stared silently at the receding scenery outside the window.

Sitting opposite him was a maid, whose attire was less flamboyant than usual. She wore Valkyrie armor, with an iron-gray scythe at her side, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

Her brows held a chilling edge, as if she were about to rush to the next battlefield at any moment.

Rita glanced at Su Qing'an's expression, and as before, she still couldn't see through the boy's thoughts.

He held the sword case he had taken from St. Freya Academy, his dark eyes empty except for the sunlight reflecting off the glass.

There were no emotions, no fluctuations.

However, Rita's warrior's qualities still allowed her to understand Su Qing'an's unusual behavior.

If one had to describe it, that restrained will was like a piece of steel that had been forged a million times, shattered, cut, and trampled, and then gradually solidified into a new and as stubborn block of iron by the burning and indifferent stubbornness within the soul, in a posture of endurance and gritted teeth.

It's a strange yet apt description.

This was a judgment she made secretly.

Rita had always thought she knew Su Qing'an very well, and that even the people who spent every day with him couldn't know him better than she did.

But even now, the maid has to admit that perhaps she still can't see what the unfathomable depths of the boy's heart truly are.

He is somewhat similar to Lady Durandal, except that he differs from Lady Durandal in his beliefs.

Su Qing'an's vision of the future and its outcome was too narrow and tragic. He was like a complete pessimist, yet he possessed a passion and tenacity for life that most optimists lacked.

Even though their perspectives and directions are completely different, their determination to move forward is always somewhat similar.

"Mr. Su, would you like to change into the armor that His Holiness the Bishop prepared for you?"

"Based on the time calculation, we should be able to successfully rendezvous with the Hyperion in about ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Su Qing'an said:

"Okay, thank you for your help."

The vehicle they were in was the same private plane that Ritta had ridden in.

The armor Rita mentioned was recently developed for her by Otto. It was housed in a transparent chamber that emitted a blue glow, quietly awaiting the arrival of its user.

Because of the time constraints, and because the man himself did not expect to be able to provide much assistance to the boy, its effectiveness was almost the same as that of the most ordinary standard Valkyrie armor.

At St. Freya Academy, Su Qing'an had basically figured out how much of a boost the Valkyrie Armor could give to the Valkyrie. In other words, it would allow him to kill the Honkai Emperor in his normal state without using [Thousand Stars].

However, this increase was insufficient after using the Holy Mark. Su Qing'an did not refuse because he understood that part of the coincidence was due to Otto's doing, so he naturally had no reason to refuse the little bit of help from the instigator.

Su Qing'an didn't expect the armor to boost his damage output, but the defensive capabilities that could withstand some attacks were worth wearing.

Inside the transparent cabin, with the help of a robotic arm, the boy put on the all-black armor.

Unlike the typical Valkyrie design that opts for a close-fitting and lightweight look, Otto himself seemed to understand Su Qing'an's weaknesses, and he focused most of his abilities on defense.

In addition, whether it was anticipated or a last-minute modification, this armor also has an internal breathing system. Combined with the helmet link from the same manufacturer, it can theoretically survive in water for more than 24 hours without external oxygen replenishment.

The boy stood there indifferently, his armored appearance resembling that of a warrior who had slain a dragon and donned its scales.

The menacing and heavy design outlines various patterns that show signs of Honkai energy flowing through the armor and emanating a faint crimson glow. Ancient poems praising victory are engraved on the armor, and every detail is meticulously crafted, allowing one to understand the meaning that the creator imbued in the process of creation.

Victory. Victory. Victory.

Victory is the premise for building history, victory is the benchmark for defeat and regret, and victory is the inevitable ending in too many myths.

Otto...

You want me to win.

It's really a twisted sense of humor, but isn't the defeat of a hero a necessary scene for an epic narrative?

I only ask that I have no regrets.

Su Qing'an understood perfectly well that there must be something in that ruin that would surely lead to his death.

But that's precisely why he had to come.

If even someone like myself, who could reach rank A by burning everything, is destined to die, then what about Himeko? Kiana? Yuno?

And there's that girl burdened with the destiny of becoming the Third Herrscher, that little girl who likes to add marshmallows to her coffee.

Yes. Since nothing happened in their original life trajectory, they will naturally remain unscathed now.

There are two Herrschers, one pseudo-Herrscher, one A-rank Valkyrie with rich combat experience, and one with combat power no less than A-rank.

Even if they're only half-baked, it's really difficult for such a lineup to cause any trouble.

That's right, it's very easy to deceive yourself by holding onto such thoughts.

But Su Qing'an did not escape.

To outsiders, the fate that the boy worries about and the future that he fears are all baseless and baseless delusions.

Even Otto didn't think they would all be wiped out inside, but only Su Qing'an understood.

In the real world, there are always some truths that are hard to explain, and in life, there are always some battles that you are destined to face alone against the sea of ​​people.

You can't explain it to anyone, so it's only right that you bear it alone.

As for whether he would win or lose, he didn't know.

Su Qing'an only knew that she would regret it if she ran away.

Then you can't escape.

But he had worked his way up to this point, and perhaps this was the only time Su Qing'an had considered running away...

The image of those swaying eyes in Qinghai flashed through Su Qing'an's mind as she put on her helmet. The sound of it being connected to the slot, along with the crisp, metallic clanging of steel, echoed throughout the room.

The slight upturn of the boy's lips vanished, and no one could see his expression anymore.

Rita glanced at Su Qing'an's current appearance and said softly:

"It looks like it fits well, but it's a bit of a hassle for Mr. Su to accommodate some of the bishop's interests and hobbies."

Su Qing'an glanced at the armor on his hands; it didn't affect his sword-wielding. He said:

"It's alright."

Did you ask the headmaster for the data?

Rita handed the recorder to Su Qing'an and said:

"They successfully arrived at the entrance to the Nine Netherworld two hours ago. Here are detailed reports and data from before the signal was lost, as well as corresponding maps."

Su Qing'an took the instrument and asked:

"They've gone missing? When?"