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Then he turned around and continued to inspect the construction site.

Inside the tent, Bronya opened her eyes.

Bronya also tried to control the creation engine last night after Lin Si left.

then.....

She then understood why the Demon King was laughing so happily.

Who wouldn't laugh at this?

However, Bronya always felt that the star core was subtly guiding her to release even greater energy.

Bronya sensed something was amiss. Despite the Demon King and the Star Core addressing each other as "uncle" and "nephew," something seemed off.

But Bronya could see that the Demon King was just using her.

So after she sensed something was wrong, she stopped the star core from releasing energy.

Surprisingly, the star core was quite obedient.

After stopping the creation engine, Bronya saw Cocolia and her group building a wall on her way back, so she took a nap next to Cocolia.

She forced herself to fall asleep, after all, she didn't know when the Demon King would come, and if she was too tired when he arrived, wouldn't that be holding him back?

The star core wisely hid itself, preventing Cocolia from discovering it.

Despite having many doubts at the time, Cocolia let her daughter go to sleep first, seeing how tired she looked.

"Bronya, you're awake?"

Bronya stepped out of the tent, and Cocolia noticed her immediately.

Bronya walked over.

"Mother."

Cocolia patted her on the shoulder, told the builder, "Let's go with this plan," and then pulled Bronya back into the tent.

Her voice was very low.

"Bronya, tell me honestly, what do you use to power the creation engine?"

Bronya paused for a moment.

She looked into Cocolia's eyes. In those eyes was worry, doubt, and something she had never seen before.

She remained silent for a moment.

We cannot talk about the star core.

The Demon King definitely has his own plan. Although she doesn't know what the plan is, the Demon King absolutely doesn't want his mother to know that he is using the Star Core.

She turned her head and glanced at the tent.

The lance leaned against the corner of the tent, its crimson barrel gleaming faintly in the dim light.

She pointed to it.

Cocolia followed her finger and looked over, her pupils contracting slightly.

"The will of preservation... can be used like this?"

She murmured softly, her tone carrying an indescribable quality.

Bronya did not answer.

She wasn't good at lying. If she opened her mouth, her mother would definitely find out something.

She changed the subject.

"Mother, do you still have enough Earth Essence in your supply?"

Upon hearing this, Cocolia sighed.

"Due to the isolation of the lower layers in recent years, the reserves of earth marrow are not very large."

She paused, looking at the land in the distance where a wall was being built.

“Bronya, my original intention was for you to lift the lockdown on the lower zones after you succeeded as the Grand Warden. But unexpectedly, things have changed.”

Her lips curved upwards, and her smile grew wider.

"So, Bronya, tomorrow you will succeed as the Great Protector."

Bronya was stunned.

"Tomorrow? Succession? Mother? You...."

Cocolia interrupted her, her voice suddenly becoming more serious.

"Bronya, listen to your mother. Trust your mother's judgment."

She looked into Bronya's eyes and spoke, word by word.

"The time has come. Now is the most appropriate time for you to succeed to the throne."

Her voice softened again.

"Mom has been tired all these years. Let her rest, okay?"

Bronya looked at her.

Looking at the light in those eyes, the smile on his lips, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

Then she saw it.

Deep within those eyes, there was something—the will to die.

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't fear, it was a very quiet and resolute feeling.

It's like they've made a decision.

Bronya's eyes suddenly reddened.

She reached out and hugged Cocolia tightly.

"Mother."

Her voice was trembling.

"Please, don't leave me."

Cocolia was stunned.

Then she smiled, a bitter smile on her lips, and reached out to touch Bronya's head.

She didn't say anything.

Just touching it, once, once.

"Cocolia! The Great Protector!"

Hiluva's voice came from outside the tent, urgent and loud.

"Quick! Dr. Wach is here!"

Cocolia released Bronya, turned and walked outside, her pace a little faster than usual.

"Hiluva, pour Dr. Vah a cup of tea!"

Bronya wiped away her tears and followed her out.

Outside the tent, a middle-aged man sat in a chair.

He doesn't look well.

His face was as pale as ice on a snowfield, his lips were bloodless, and his cheekbones protruded high.

Is this really how a doctor should act?

Chapter 58 Not worth it

When Vah saw Cocolia and Bronya arrive, he hurriedly tried to get up, but a sudden fit of violent coughing interrupted him.

He bent over, coughing so hard his whole body was shaking.

Hiluva quickly poured him a glass of water and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

It took him a long time to calm down.

"Thank you, Miss Shiluva."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rough wood.

Then he looked at Cocolia and Bronya.

"Great Guardian, and... Commander Bronya."

His gaze toward Bronya was somewhat complicated.

He usually lives in the snowfield, so he naturally heard what happened last night. An 800-meter-tall mechanical behemoth was running around on the snowfield, kicking the Rift Monster like a ball; it was a scene that was hard to miss.

And he also heard a voice.

Bronya's laughter.

Vah lived in the snowfield for a long time, and the Iron Guards would occasionally mention Lady Bronya during their patrols.

He had seen her once from afar; at that time, Bronya had a serious expression and upright posture, and looked like the most proper person imaginable.

But that laughter last night...

Wacher stood at the door of his little house, looking at the figure in the distance laughing heartily on the shoulder of the Creation Engine, and remained silent for a long time.

At that time, he was already dumbfounded when he saw the 800-meter-tall mechanical monster.

I didn't expect there to be such a master.

He thought he might be hallucinating because he had lived in the snowfield for too long and was experimenting with the drugs on his own body.

After all, that laughter was simply too bizarre.

He remained silent for a while, then decided not to think about it anymore.

“Dr. Vah, I heard you live in the snowfield. The noise last night must have disturbed you.”

Cocolia took a geothermal heater from the side and placed it at Vah's feet.

Wach waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

"Lord Cocolia."

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the wall under construction, over the distant black earth, and over the busy guards, builders, and volunteers.

"I'll keep it short."

His voice was slow, as if he would run out of breath if he spoke too fast.

"Miss Hiluva wants to know if the principle of my 'snow immunity' can be applied to mechanical creations."

He paused for a moment.

"feasible."

Cocolia's eyes lit up.

"but...."

Vah coughed twice more, then paused.

"My time is running out."

He looked up at Cocolia.

“If you want to make such a mechanical creation, I recommend someone to you.”

"My sister."

His voice lowered even further.

"Natasha, the doctor from the lower wards."

Hiluva paused for a moment.

"Natasha?"