Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"But I..."

"Shut up!"

"OK."

"..."

The Iron Guard officer beside him raised an eyebrow beneath his helmet, glanced at the two men, and said in a deep voice:

"The key to turning defeat into victory? So what exactly is it?"

"No, he's sick! He's really sick! We're law-abiding citizens, what do you mean by turning defeat into victory! I don't even know what he's talking about!!" Fat Old Deng lay on the ground, writhing like a maggot, as if trying to hide his panic.

“I never let the guards in, how could he possibly know what’s inside? That guy just loves to talk nonsense… hahaha.”

"Sir, I never said I went in. I was just guessing... Could it be that I guessed right?"

"You're fired—!!" the fat old man roared at the top of his lungs.

His decibel level had reached the pinnacle of what he could achieve in his lifetime.

I just couldn't help it.

This guard is absolutely insane!

Just like... just like those Iron Guards from before!

"..."

"?"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the fat old man slowly looked at the strange guard who was also bound hand and foot, and asked in confusion:

"What's your name? I don't think I've ever heard your voice before?"

"Oh, my name is..."

"You all step back, let me do it!" Bronya suddenly shouted.

The five Iron Guards who had smashed the wooden door earlier slowly retreated, and Bronya, without anyone noticing, was now carrying a flaming spear.

She slowly walked to the steel door and thrust the flaming spear upwards!

Instantly, the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

Under the red light, the intense heat scorched every corner of the air.

The surface of that stainless steel door gradually turned red under the high temperature.

"boom--!!"

The flaming spear was stuck into the steel door, and it quickly melted a large hole in it. The entire flaming spear sank deeper and deeper into the molten iron.

Fat Old Deng watched helplessly as the steel gate melted into molten iron, revealing the stairs hidden beneath.

After the entire iron gate melted away, the crimson light gradually cooled down.

Bronya drew her spear, slowly turned around, and stared at the fat old man:

"I'll ask you one more time, what's inside? This is your last chance."

"..."

"Sigh." Fat Old Deng sighed, looking wistfully at the person in front of him, the future Great Guardian.

He said coldly:

"I told you it's just some old wine. If you don't believe me, go down and see for yourselves."

"..."

Bronya nodded slightly, then raised her flaming spear and pointed it at the strange guard next to Old Deng:

"Go down and take a look."

"????"

The strange guard seemed somewhat incredulous and asked Bronya in confusion:

"Me? Are you alright? Let me down."

Bronya nodded:

"That's right, it's you. Is there a problem?"

"Uh, isn't this decision a bit too hasty?"

indistinct--!!

Facing the flaming spear thrust at his neck, the strange guard remained resolute:

"Since you've put it that way, I'll reluctantly go down and take a look."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he realized that the ropes binding him had been severed by the Flame Spear.

The strange guard stood up, stretched his limbs, and then excitedly said to Fat Old Deng:

"Young Master, don't worry, I won't let you down!"

"Good lad, this is the kind of awareness my guards should have!" Fat Old Deng, lying on the ground, suddenly broke into a wide smile.

Ha, she actually dared to send her own people down to investigate.

As long as the person is on our side, whatever they see will depend entirely on their word.

“Wait, I want to go too,” Bronya added.

The strange guard smiled upon hearing this:

"Oh, it's just looking after a basement! I can manage by myself!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the fat old man chimed in.

"We don't need so many people, just let him go by himself!"

“No need,” Bronya said calmly.

"It's just the two of us going down; the others will be outside to provide backup."

She pressed the gun against Yan's back and said in a deep voice:

"You go in first."

"Um, why don't you go first?"

"Would you like to say it again?"

"..."

Chapter 182 The assassination attempt still succeeded.

Wearing red armor, Yan was the first to walk up the stairs and into the basement.

inside.

...a stroke of black.

Several times he tried to return the way he came, but each time he met Bronya's speechless gaze.

"..."

"..."

It can only continue downwards.

As they slowly descended, Bronya urged them on from behind:

"Executive, could you please hurry up?"

Yan turned around and scolded him:

"It's so dark here, there aren't even any lights, I'm scared!!"

Bronya recognized him the moment Yan pulled out his binoculars.

Although she was puzzled as to why he hadn't returned to the space station with Danheng and March 7, she decided to deal with the immediate issue first.

“…” Bronya glanced at Yan Huan, who was wearing red armor in front of her, and couldn’t help but purse her thin lips.

If Yan Huan really wanted to kill the Earl, even if all the Iron Guards here were equipped with the best gear and formed the most targeted formation, it wouldn't matter.

...and it was still to no avail.

But why hasn't he made a move yet?

According to the intelligence previously sent back by spies, Yan Huan must have infiltrated the rebels' organization. In order to gain their trust, she even beat up Jepard in the street.

Jepard is still bedridden.

Seeing that Yan was still moving slowly and indecisively, Bronya rubbed her forehead and said speechlessly:

"If it's too dark, turn on the lights. We brought binoculars, so we should have a flashlight too."

"No, turning on a flashlight will ruin the atmosphere."

"..."

"I'll pick one that's a bit rougher."

pat-

With the flick of the flashlight button, a dim light shone on the steps below.

Yan and Bronya's movement speed also increased significantly.

The steps were littered with debris; if you stepped on it in the dark, you would inevitably slip and roll down the stairs.

This is the reason why Yan has been so slow.

"Oh dear, these remains aren't from the creatures of the Rift, they're from humans," Yan remarked casually.

"Why are there human bones here?" Bronya stared at the remains at her feet, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

She had assumed that the basement contained shady tax evasion records or some valuable collection that, if exposed, would land the Earl in jail.