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

"Jepard".

Her voice regained its usual calmness and decisiveness.

"Yes, sir."

“Leave a small team to guard the area around the cleaned land.”

Then go back to Beloborg and gather all the researchers among the builders who are involved in food cultivation. Analyze whether this land can still be utilized.

"If we can make use of it, let them try planting the seeds tonight."

Some men were drawn from the Iron Guard's restricted area and the city's patrolling guards to build walls and attempt to connect with Beloborg. Ground-based heaters were deployed.

"While building the wall, have the Iron Guards stationed here, forming a continuous line that directs the flow of Earth Essence in the direction of the wall. Don't worry about the depletion of Earth Essence."

Jepard's expression turned serious, and he bowed.

"Yes!"

"Deng En".

"exist!"

"Take a team of Silver Mane Iron Guards and go back to direct the small-scale production of the Earth Core and the heating equipment. This small batch must be delivered quickly! It must be delivered to the stationed Iron Guards and us as soon as possible! The Iron Guards can't wait long!"

Deng En stood at attention, his voice loud and clear.

"Yes, Lady Cocolia!"

He turned to gather his men, his steps lighter than usual.

Hiluva stood to the side, watching Cocolia's composed demeanor, and raised an eyebrow.

Although he didn't say anything, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

This woman is definitely better suited for this job.

She then looked at the creation engine in the distance, and there seemed to be someone standing on its shoulder.

Gray hair, three ponytails, holding a lance that radiates a warm glow.

“Bronya..…”

She murmured something under her breath and glanced at Cocolia.

"Everyone else, follow me and keep up with the Creation Engine!"

Cocolia's voice echoed across the snowfield.

"Yes, Great Protector!"

The guards' responses were so clear and uniform that even the wind and snow couldn't drown them out.

In the distance, the Creation Engine drew a huge arc across the snowfield, heading towards an even farther place.

Cocolia looked at that figure and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Then she took a step and followed.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Lin Si is absolutely ecstatic right now.

Those rift creations, those remnants of the frozen antimatter legions, were all shattered by the creation engine.

He didn't even need to deliberately clear the snow; the air currents generated by the Creation Engine could push the snow under his feet hundreds of meters away.

But how to completely eliminate this snow and wind remains a problem.

Now he can only push the accumulated snow and wind further away, like using a giant broom to sweep the garbage into a corner.

"uncle."

The star core's voice suddenly rang out, its tone carrying a childlike anticipation.

"Where is Aunt Xingxiao now? I miss her."

Lin Si stood on the shoulders of the Creation Engine, raising an eyebrow.

Aunt Xingxiao?

Although he didn't know who this "Aunt Xingxiao" was, as the "uncle," it was his job to appease (or fool) his "nephew."

"I do not know either."

"But if you stay by your uncle's side, you'll see him again someday."

The star core's shimmering light instantly became joyful, bouncing and leaping on Lin Si's shoulder.

"Thank you, Uncle! You're so kind!"

Lin Si raised an eyebrow but did not reply.

A star roars...

Why does this name sound so familiar?

He felt like he had heard the name somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Right now, clearing away the snow is the most important thing.

He has to report to the General's Mansion again tomorrow, so he doesn't have much time to spend in the game tonight.

"Little Core, increase the power! Let's see if we can get this big guy moving a bit faster!"

"Okay, Uncle! No problem, Uncle!"

The sound from the star core was as cheerful as during the Chinese New Year.

The joints of the creation engine shone brightly, and its speed increased again.

The 800-meter-tall mechanical behemoth raced across the snowfield, leaving a black trail hundreds of meters wide behind it.

Under the moonlight, the mark looked like a road leading to the future.

Starting from Belleberg, it extends to the horizon.

Cocolia followed closely behind the creation engine, watching the cleaned-up road and the still-running giant for a long time.

Her eyes are very bright.

It's so bright it looks like there are stars inside.

In the distance, the creation engine is still running.

Lin Si's laughter still lingered in the wind.

"Hahaha! One more lap!"

The sound from the star core followed.

"Uncle! How about you try jumping?"

"Jump? Can you jump?"

"Give it a try!"

"Okay! Let's give it a try!"

The creation engine crouched down, and then...

Boom!

The 800-meter-tall mechanical behemoth actually jumped up.

The ground shook violently, and Cocolia almost lost her footing.

She looked up and watched the enormous figure rise into the air, tracing an arc in the moonlight.

Then it crashed down even further away, creating a white shockwave.

Hiluva's mouth dropped open.

"...Your daughter has gone mad."

Cocolia paused for a second.

"Ah."

She paused for a moment.

"Like me."

Hiluva glanced at her and then smiled.

"Too."

Chapter 53 A Madman Who Can't See Reality?

Lower District, Panyan Town.

The lights in the fight club were a few degrees brighter than usual.

The spotlights on the stage illuminated the entire stage in a pure white light, and the cheers from the audience nearly lifted the roof off.

"Let's give a roar of cheers to welcome this heavyweight contender!"

Dr. Juejue's voice, broadcast through the loudspeaker, reverberated throughout the venue, drawing out the last syllable and whetting everyone's appetite.

"Iron Arm - Luka!"

Applause and whistles erupted simultaneously.

Luka walked out of the players' tunnel, smiling and waving to the audience.

He jumped onto the ring and casually swayed his shoulders.

His opponent was a burly man a head taller than him, but Luca took him down in just three moves.

Clean and neat.

Another cheer erupted from the audience.

Dr. Juejue rushed onto the stage with a microphone in hand, his voice booming.

"Congratulations to Luca! 27th consecutive combat sports champion! The title of 'Iron Arm' is well-deserved!"

Luca wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled as he accepted the trophy, and bowed to the audience.

Then his gaze turned toward the edge of the ring.

The club's owner, Scott, was sitting there, his aged face expressionless.

Luca stepped off the ring and walked toward Scott.

"Boss Scott."

His voice was very low.

"My master sent me here to borrow some manpower from you."

A look of surprise crossed Scott's aged yet shrewd face.

"Oleg wants to borrow some men from me?"

He squinted and looked Luka up and down.

"That's quite a strange thing. What are you trying to do?"

Luca looked around and lowered his voice.

"Let's talk about it somewhere else."

Scott looked at him for two seconds, then stood up and walked towards the small room at the back, leaning on his cane.

Luca followed behind him.

The room was small, with a few yellowed photos and posters hanging on the walls. In the most prominent position was a portrait of a young woman holding a little girl, both of them smiling with their eyes crinkled.

Scott sat down in the chair, leaning on his cane.

"Speak."

Luca took a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened in the past few days, including what Bronya had said.