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

After a long while, she finally released Bronya and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's alright, Bronya."

Her voice still trembled with tears, but the corners of her mouth were already turned up.

"I'm just... so happy."

Bronya looked at her with a complicated expression.

She had many questions to ask.

I want to ask why my mother was crying, and why the lance melted.

But the words stuck in his throat.

Cocolia took a deep breath, as if she had taken off a suit of armor she had worn for too long.

She looked down at the rifle that had fallen to the ground during the hug; its crimson barrel stood out conspicuously in the office.

She bent down, picked it up, and put it back in Bronya's hand.

Then she looked at the gun, at her daughter's hand holding it, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Bronya, let's go."

She took Bronya's other hand and held it tightly.

"Mom will take you to see something."

Before Bronya could react, she was pulled away.

They walked through the long corridors of Cripper Castle, out the gates, out of the administrative district, and into the snowstorm.

Bronya looked down at the lance in her hand.

She knew this lance was a weapon passed down through generations of Great Guardians, but at this moment, it looked different from what she remembered.

The lance radiated intense heat in her hands, and crimson light flowed from its body like a small, warm current, enveloping the mother and daughter.

Despite the wind and snow, I couldn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

Along the way, those monsters from the rifts, those creations that should have been rampaging in the wind and snow, all retreated after seeing the light emanating from the lance.

They dared not approach.

Cocolia didn't say anything more, but just held her daughter's hand tightly and walked ahead.

Her figure appeared somewhat frail in the wind and snow, but her steps were quick, as if she were rushing to a 'date' that she had been preparing for a very long time.

Bronya didn't ask where they were going; she knew her mother would tell her.

They arrived at a cliff.

Cocolia stopped, released her hand, and pointed downwards.

“Bronya, look there.”

Bronya looked in the direction she was pointing.

Then her breathing stopped for a moment.

Below the cliff lies a valley covered in ice and snow, and in the very center of the valley sits a gigantic mechanical creation.

It sat there quietly, like a small mountain.

Snow covered most of its body, leaving only its well-defined shoulder armor and a massive, drooping arm exposed.

Even in its slumber, it possesses a suffocating sense of oppression.

Bronya understood at a glance.

This is what Schwarzlo called the creation engine.

"This machine is called the Creation Engine."

Cocolia's voice came from the side, her tone calm, but there was a light in her eyes that Bronya had never seen before.

"If you want to do something, it is absolutely the most important step."

She paused for a moment.

"You don't need to worry about energy issues; I have a way to get it moving. And it will act entirely on your will."

Bronya turned to look at her mother.

Cocolia didn't look at her; she was still staring at the enormous machine.

She suddenly became more talkative, as if she had finally found someone to confide in after holding back her words for many years.

"Over the years, I have collected information on several dozen rifts outside of Beloborg."

She stretched out her hand and gestured in the air.

"At that time, you can use this creation engine to sweep away those rifts with overwhelming force."

"Then use your lance to clear away the snow."

Her voice grew faster and more urgent, as if she were afraid there wouldn't be enough time.

"Once the snowstorm stops, Belberg's territory can expand again. The mineral vein in the north, the plains in the east, and those frozen farmlands in the west..."

“Everything can be reused.”

"The blockade between the upper and lower zones can also be completely lifted. The earth marrow veins will be mined uniformly, and resources will be distributed uniformly. At that time, there will no longer be a distinction between the upper and lower zones, only..."

“Belloberg”.

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were describing a dream she had had for a long time.

Bronya remained silent for a long time.

The wind howled in my ears, snow fell on my shoulders, and the lance in my hand gleamed silently.

She did not interrupt her mother.

Not a single word.

She didn't speak until Cocolia finished speaking.

"Mother."

Cocolia turned her head and looked at her.

Why don't you do it?

"You are the great protector."

The wind has stopped.

The snow is still falling.

Cocolia looked at Bronya, at those gray eyes.

Those eyes held doubt, confusion, and a tender, cautious heartache.

She smiled.

It is not the laughter of the Great Protector, nor the laughter of the decision-maker.

It is a mother's smile.

She did not answer Bronya's question.

He simply reached out and gently placed his hand on Bronya's head, rubbing it lightly.

The palms are warm, and the movements are gentle.

Just like when we were kids.

"Bronya".

Her voice was very gentle.

"You are my eternal pride."

Chapter 45 When humans think, Aha laughs.

Just as they were eating, Yanqing arrived. Lin Si's mother invited Yanqing to eat with her. After they finished eating, Yanqing pushed Lin Si's wheelchair to the Shence Mansion.

"Xiao Lin, Yan Qing, have you eaten? Come and have some with us?"

Lin Si and Yan Qing looked in the direction of the sound.

A woman with her eyes covered by a veil sat in a roadside pavilion, with various delicacies laid out in front of her, and was smiling and waving at the two of them.

Lin Si smiled and responded.

"Aunt Danshu, Yanqing and I have already eaten. We won't trouble you any further."

Dan Shu nodded and waved his hand.

"Alright, you guys go have fun!"

Yanqing waved to her and pushed the wheelchair back towards the Shence Mansion.

On the way, Lin Si suddenly remembered something, turned to Yan Qing and asked,

"You said Aunt Danshu is blind, how did she see us?"

Yanqing shrugged.

"The cultivators of the Pill Refining Division always have some wondrous pills. Perhaps it's because of those pills? Or maybe it's some kind of perception technique. I don't really understand."

Lin Si nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

"Speaking of the criminals in the Dan Ding Division, surely Aunt Dan Shu isn't one of them? She's such a kind person."

This Aunt Danshu is one of the people who watched him grow up.

And ever since he lost the ability to walk, Lin Si could sense a subtle concern from Dan Shu every time they met.

It wasn't the kind of polite, perfunctory concern.

It was the kind of feeling that genuinely cared for him.

Yanqing shook his head.

"I don't know. But Aunt Danshu is indeed a very nice person."

He thought for a moment, then added,

“When I was on patrol last time, I saw her helping a little girl who was also blind, taking her home. The little girl was standing alone by the roadside when Aunt Danshu passed by and took her hand without saying a word.”

Lin Si smiled.

"Really? I knew it."

The two chatted casually and soon arrived at Shence Mansion.

The Shence Mansion, the General's Study.

"General."

Lin Si pushed the wheelchair inside, with Yan Qing following behind.

Jing Yuan was sitting behind his desk handling government affairs, holding a document in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

Hearing the sound, he looked up, his brows relaxed, and he smiled:

"Little Lin, you're here?"

He put down the documents and leaned back in his chair.

"Although I told you to go out and see more yesterday, you still have to wait two more days."

Yao Qing and Zhu Ming will send some people over. You can show them around Luofu and give them a chance to see and observe more.

He paused for a moment.

"These next two days, you can stay here in my Shence Mansion, read some books, and learn about how Luofu is done, how about that?"

Lin Si didn't have any objections.

Anyway, he's just a free agent, so he'll do whatever the general tells him to do.

"Row."