Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Chapter 758 Mutual Combat

"It seems we can't persuade them no matter what."

Sunday Sigh:

"Fate has destined us to fight, so let us use our respective destinies to show the universe a righteous path."

"However, before the prelude officially begins, I would appreciate it if you could take some more time to consider the question I have raised—"

The lights in the entire theater went out, and everything became dim.

Only a beam of white light shone in the center of the stage.

A large number of puppets, like silken puppets, hung upside down from the theater, densely packed together, resembling a vast army.

In that beam of light, Sunday stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky:

"Are the day and night equal?"

“Are the righteous and the sinners equal?”

"If humans are born weak, from which god shall the weak find peace?"

One after another, puppets descended from the sky, drawing their weapons, and surged towards Yan Huan and Walter like a tide.

Three of the puppets, who had appeared in the play, acted as leaders, directing the other puppets.

Amidst the grand and harmonious sounds, they recited:

"Alas! The star god with immense power..."

"You define order for all things in heaven and earth, and for all people—"

"But it makes us realize that we are nothing more than your puppets!"

"—Universal harmony, a constellation of stars shining together!"

Seeing Sunday slowly fly into the air, Yan Huan also took off at the same time and rushed towards Sunday.

The puppets below were all left to Walter to deal with.

Watching the battle unfold on the giant stage, March 7th looked around anxiously from the audience seats:

"Um...shouldn't we go help Uncle Yang?"

"Those dolls are still falling down in an endless stream, it seems like we can't use them all. I hope Uncle Yang won't be in danger."

Jing Yuan took another big gulp of cola and said calmly:

"Please rest assured, if the situation truly gets out of control, Jing Yuan will definitely take action."

"I don't need you to take action, just let the God Lord do it." March 7th was very pessimistic.

"...?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan took a deep breath and looked at her with great displeasure:

“…Miss March, you have far too little faith in my abilities.”

"You can't believe a thing of it," muttered March 7th, sitting in his seat.

"Whenever you try to show off, you always have to rely on the God-King..."

……

Over the center of the stage.

I had expected Yan Huan to catch up with me on Sunday:

“Mr. Yan Huan, I certainly acknowledge your abilities, but don’t forget where you are.”

"Even if you are on guard now, the seeds of [order] were planted the moment you stepped into the Asdna system..."

"Sleep within the [Dream of Taiyi]!"

The next moment, Yan Huan's consciousness began to waver.

Various factors intertwined: Sunday's stellar core, Pinocchio's underlying essence, Asdna's memory matter, or perhaps the power of [Order]...

But this did not stir any emotion in him.

"I knew it……"

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes:

"See, I slept with you too!"

A pinkish-white feather flew from Yan Huan's hand like a sharp sword, striking Zhou Ri squarely between the eyebrows.

"???"

In an instant, the two of them fainted at the same time.

The curtain at the back of the center of the stage was slowly drawn back, revealing a huge projection screen.

"Huh? Ah?" Seeing this, March 7th was completely dumbfounded.

"Who pulled back the curtain? What's that... a huge white projection screen?"

"How was my poop? Hehe!"

A soft laugh came from behind March 7th.

Jingyuan, Jizi, and Sanyueqi all looked behind them at the same time, only to see a girl with twin ponytails sitting there at some point.

"You are... that Masked Fool?!"

On March 7th, staring at her face, he immediately recognized her:

"Alright, the fun guy's here too. What do you want?"

"Nothing." Hanabi looked at the large screen in front of her.

"I just wanted to see what they were dreaming about."

……

As the scenery before my eyes changes.

Yan Huan's gaze was unfocused.

A piece of chalk flew over with a 'whoosh' and hit him on the forehead.

Paji——

"Ouch!"

Yan Huan rubbed her forehead and looked ahead.

This appears to be a classroom, and on the platform, an elderly man with gray hair is looking at him with disappointment.

"Yan Huan, stand up."

The old man frowned and said:

"Tell me, why can birds fly?"

"Birds, why can they fly?" Yan Huan slowly stood up, somewhat bewildered.

This is a very familiar problem.

"I asked you to answer, not to repeat a grade!" the old man said angrily.

Sangbo, who was sitting next to Yan Huan, patted her clothes and urged her:

"Answer him quickly! Knowing the teacher's temperament, once you answer correctly, he won't bother with you sleeping in class anymore!"

"..."

Yan Huan looked at Sang Bo and couldn't help but laugh:

"Ha, you're actually my deskmate? You must cheat all the time, right?"

In an instant, another piece of chalk hit Yan Huan on the forehead.

The old man, still in a throwing posture, lectured Yan Huan:

"You are not allowed to slander the squad leader without cause."

"Answer my question quickly!"

"?" Yan Huan's eyes widened:

"Monitor?"

Upon hearing this, Sangbo happily crossed his legs, arrogantly pulled out his test paper from his desk, and showed off the red "97" on it.

"Looks like you're questioning me again," Sangbo said with a slight smile.

"What do I, a top student, have to say for you to believe I didn't cheat?"

"wipe."

Yan Huan immediately bent down, picked up Sang Bo's schoolbag, and dumped out all the contents.

Books, pens, erasers, Fiji cups, test papers... and a large number of small sheets of paper covered with writing.

Yan Huan picked up the small pieces of paper and said disdainfully to Sang Bo:

"I knew it! How could someone like you study properly?"

Sambo quickly snatched the cheat sheet back and stuffed it into his schoolbag:

"You jerk... The teacher is asking you a question, don't change the subject!"

"Watch out, watch out! I'm not going to your room tonight!"

"?" Yan Huan's smile gradually disappeared.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yan Huan saw the old man on the podium reaching for the chalk again. Ignoring Sang Bo, she looked up and answered:

"Because birds are born with wings, they can fly."

The old man frowned and asked again:

"Chickens have wings too, so why don't we see them soaring in the sky?"