Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

"You two have worked hard this time, go and get some rest."

Little Aglaia and Tibo exchanged a glance.

Little Aglaia seemed to want to say something more, but Tibo shook her head at her.

The two girls' eyes met for a moment in the air, then they bowed to Lin Si, said goodbye, and turned to leave the rooftop garden.

The figures, one large and one small, one gold and one red, receded further and further into the distance at the end of the corridor.

Little Aglaia took a few steps and asked in a low voice, her tone tinged with confusion.

"Master, why is Caesar soaked in sweat?"

Ti Bao tapped her chin with her finger, looking thoughtful.

"Maybe Little Caesar got his clothes wet during the battle and didn't have time to change?"

Her tone was uncertain.

Little Aglaia thought for a moment, nodded, shook her head, and nodded again.

“Master, the grain harvest has always been a cause for concern. Although Ohma was able to stockpile grain in advance thanks to your prophecy, now…”

Tibao thought for a while, and after a long time, she said:

“Aya, trust little Caesar, she is the ruler of Ohma.”

Chapter 200 Li Sushang's Sigh, Han Guang's Passing on the Flame

At the entrance of the Diheng Division, sunlight streamed down from above. Su Chang, Li Su Chang, and Gui Nai Fen stood side by side, their backs bent.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Rakshasa!"

The three people spoke in unison, their voices so loud that passersby turned around to look.

Rakshasa stood before them, his golden hair gleaming softly in the sunlight, the coffin still on his back, motionless.

He waved his hand, his face still a little pale, but much better than last night.

That hit last night was no small matter; Li Sushang's three feet of water knocked him unconscious.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a bench in the Earth Balance Office, surrounded by three girls with expressions that said, "Did we kill someone?"

"It's alright, ladies."

His voice was still somewhat weak, but his tone was gentle.

"It was my sudden appearance that caused the misunderstanding among the three of you. I also bear some responsibility."

Su Chang and Xiao Guizi exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Gui Naifen took half a step forward, her voice a little louder than before.

"Mr. Rakshasa, please have a meal with us! It's a way of expressing our apologies!"

Her hands were clasped together in front of her, but her tone was firm.

Upon hearing this, Luo Sha thought for a moment, then glanced at the three faces. Su Chang looked guilty, Li Su Chang's eyes were complicated, and Gui Nai Fen had an expression that said, "You must agree."

He nodded.

"Then I'll trouble you three."

He paused for a moment,

"When Raksha first arrives in this precious land, he certainly needs someone familiar with the local area to help introduce some good places to visit."

Gui Naifen and Su Chang both breathed a sigh of relief, then patted their chests.

"Don't worry! With Xiao Guizi here, we're sure to find a shop that will satisfy you!"

Gui Naifen grinned, gave a thumbs-up, and her smile was as radiant as the sun.

"That's right!"

Li Sushang watched this scene from the side, then looked at Luo Sha, her gaze lingering on his face for a long time.

She recalled the sword strike from last night, where three feet of water fell from the sky and struck Rakshasa squarely in the body, causing him to faint on the spot, yet the coffin did not topple over.

Upon seeing that it was a real person and not a ghost, Su Chang hurriedly carried Luo Sha on her back to the Earth Balance Bureau to report the case, with Gui Naifen frantically helping her from the side.

But the face of this Rakshasa, coupled with the coffin he was carrying, created an image that...

She felt like she was dreaming.

She thought of Otto.

In her world, Otto disappeared after saying he was going to do something very important.

Li Sushang could guess that he was probably going to save Karen, which was his lifelong obsession.

And after Rakshasa woke up, she learned that the person's name was "Rakshasa," and she wondered if Otto had saved someone and brought them into this world.

But after a round of probing, she asked him several questions that only Otto would know the answers to, and he answered them all wrong.

She realized that this person was not Otto.

Although they looked very similar, although Otto had also used the name "Rakshasa," although he was carrying a coffin when she first met him, and although their temperament and tone of voice were very similar.

But he is definitely not Otto.

Li Sushang sighed.

He followed silently behind the three of them, walking very slowly, as if he was lost in thought.

Luo Sha noticed that something was wrong with Li Sushang.

He walked at the back of the line, turned his head, and glanced at the girl who seemed to be lost in thought.

There was something familiar in her eyes, a kind of dazed feeling that "you look like someone".

He said it softly.

“Miss Li Sushang, please don’t worry about the sword strike last night. I’m fine.”

His tone was very soft.

Li Sushang paused for a moment, then coughed lightly, putting away those chaotic thoughts.

"Mr. Rakshasa, I'm really sorry about last night."

She paused, her voice becoming lighter.

"There are actually a lot of delicious foods here, I'll recommend some to you later!"

Rakshasa nodded slightly.

"Okay. Thank you, Miss Li Sushang."

Li Sushang sighed again.

It wasn't a sigh of heavy regret, but a sigh of "Forget it, why think so much?"

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Inside the forging workshop of the Manufacturing Division, the furnace roared.

Yun Li stood in front of the forging stand, holding an iron hammer in her hand, with a piece of metal blank that was burning red-hot in front of her.

She stared at the blank, her brows furrowed, her lips pursed, her expression so focused that it seemed as if she and the piece of iron were the only things left in the world.

Material preparation, forging, shaping, quenching, and grinding.

Every step is crucial.

She wanted to prove to Han Guang that his skill in forging a peerless sword was sufficient, even without the use of the Sun God.

So she spent the whole night selecting ingredients, and she brought out all the high-quality materials she had saved.

Furthermore, the Louvre Workshop seemed to have a high approval rate for the various materials used by the craftsmen, and some apprentices were even able to apply for the best materials to forge.

Yun Li was no exception.

Han Guang stood silently beside her, watching her swing the iron hammer.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his eyes.

It was no longer that empty light that couldn't see anything; it was a calm, focused light, as if it were looking at something very important.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yun Li hammered away, each blow landing in the same spot with even force and a steady rhythm.

The giant sword "Old Iron" stood to the side, its blade swaying slightly up and down, as if cheering her on.

Yun Li took a deep breath, gripped the hammer tightly, and was about to swing it again when Han Guang suddenly moved.

He reached out and stopped Yun Li's movement.

Her palm was positioned precisely between the hammer handle and the blank, perfectly positioned on the trajectory where she was about to strike.

Yun Li almost lost control of her strength; the hammer paused in mid-air, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"Father?"

Han Guang looked at her and shook his head. The movement was light, but firm.

Yun Li was stunned.

Since she summoned him, this was the first time she had seen Han Guang seemingly come to life, no longer the empty shell who mechanically followed behind her, occasionally patted her head, and mumbled "Yun Li".

There was something very familiar in his eyes now.

It is the craftsman's light and dedication.

Her eyes momentarily moistened, but this did not hinder Han Guang's movements.

Han Guang took the hammer from her hand.

He walked to the forging table, put the already partially formed blank back into the furnace for a few seconds, then took it out and placed it on the anvil.

His eyes were fixed on the blank, and the light in his eyes seemed to brighten even more.

He swung the hammer.

In a single instant, the hammer struck the material more than a dozen times!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang -"

A series of striking sounds came, and although it happened in an instant, the sounds were distinct.

Each hammer blow lands at a different point, with a different force, and at a different angle.

But all the sounds together are like a rapid, powerful musical movement.

Yun Li's mouth dropped open.

This skill belongs to the realm of legend.

An ordinary person swings a hammer with intervals between the rise and fall. To swing it more than ten times in a short time indicates that the speed, arm strength, wrist control, and rhythm of the hammer swing have all reached the limits of the human body. The movement is smooth and fluid, without any hesitation.

It's not about brute force; it's about the muscle instinct developed through countless hours of practice.

The "bang bang" sounds were distinct, rhythmic, and produced in an instant.

This means that the landing point, force, and angle of each hammer strike are precisely controllable.

A person who can achieve this level must be a grandmaster who can establish a school of thought in their field.

Grandpa Huaiyan is quite old, and Yunli has never seen him forge a sword himself.

In addition, the alliance has only produced three "Yikai-chan" in the past thousand years. Yi-chan is one of the eight leaves of the Flame Wheel, but no one knows that this "Yikai-chan" is a chan.

She didn't know that even this legendary realm seemed as natural as breathing to the real Yili.

After all, at this time, Han Guang had no "spirit".

He was swinging the hammer on instinct, relying on muscle memory etched into his bones.

“Yun....Li...”

Han Guang handed her the hammer and then pointed to the materials on the forging table.

His voice was still hoarse, but it had something new in it—not gentleness, but anticipation.

He seemed to want her to try the action herself.