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

His electronic eyes blinked, but he didn't say anything.

When the people in the lower areas saw the road paved with earth marrow leading to the snowfield, the hostility in their eyes was being replaced by an indescribable emotion.

Some people said, "They're really farming," some said, "That wall was built so fast," and some said, "Those heaters... are they for the land?"

No one answered, but everyone was watching.

When they returned to Cripperburg, Cocolia had already arranged everything for the enthronement ceremony.

The podium was set up in the center of the square, directly opposite the main gate of Cripperburg.

The sunlight shone directly on the stage, making the entire stage shine.

There were even more people in the square than in the morning. People stood shoulder to shoulder, densely packed throughout the square, in the upper and lower sections and the machinery cluster.

Bronya stood alone behind the stage. Cocolia didn't go up on stage; she stood at the front of the crowd, looking up at her daughter with gentle eyes.

Bronya took a deep breath.

Her gaze swept across the faces below the stage, some she recognized, some she didn't.

There are upper-class people and lower-class people; there are young people and old people.

There are also trash cans.

More than a hundred trash cans stood at the edge of the square, their lids all tilted upwards, as if they were listening attentively.

She was silent for three seconds.

Then she spoke.

"Seven hundred years ago, Belberg was caught in a snowstorm."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and echoed across the empty square. The audience fell silent, so quiet you could hear the wind whistling through the flagpole.

"For seven hundred years, countless people have died in this snowstorm. Some died under the claws of the monsters from the rift, some died in mine collapses, some died on the cold streets, and some died without even leaving their names."

“In the upper district, iron guards died on the city walls, and in the lower district, miners died in the mine tunnels.”

Some mothers lost their children, and some children lost their mothers. Some brothers will never see their brothers again, and some friends will never see their friends again.

Those who died, some we remember by name, some we can no longer recall, all gave everything for this city.

Her voice suddenly rose, as if she had torn something apart.

"But now, the roles have reversed!"

Everyone in the audience shuddered.

"We have the turned-over frozen soil, the sprouting seedlings, the colossi that can clear away the snowstorm, and the mechs that can protect the city. The Rift is no longer invincible, and the snowstorm is no longer eternal. We don't need to wait any longer!"

"But these things cannot be accomplished by one person alone."

She looked at the faces below the stage.

"It's everyone."

"It is everyone who is willing to pick up a hoe and turn over the frozen soil, everyone who is willing to take up a weapon and walk into the wind and snow, and everyone who is willing to believe that 'tomorrow will be better'."

"It's everyone in Belleberg!"

"Belberg has never lacked heroes. For seven hundred years, everyone who has lived, loved, and died here has been a hero."

But heroes are not meant to be admired; they are meant to be followed and surpassed!

"I'm not here today to be your hero."

She looked away.

“I’m here to tell you that you yourselves are the heroes of Beloborg.”

She paused, her voice lowering, but every word was resounding.

People in the audience started to applaud.

It was sparse, but getting louder and louder.

Bronya continued after the applause subsided slightly.

"The world belongs to all."

She said those four words very slowly.

"Belberg is not the Belberg of the Great Guardians, not the Belberg of the Upper District, not the Belberg of the Lower District. He is everyone's Belberg."

"Everyone has the right to see the day when the snow and ice melt away."

Everyone has the right to walk on land that will not freeze.

Everyone has the right to plant their own seedling in the sunlight.

“This is not charity.”

Her voice was firm.

"That's fair."

"Seven hundred years. We've waited seven hundred years. Waiting for the day the snowstorm stops, waiting for the day the rift disappears, waiting for a chance to start anew..."

She paused for a moment.

"Now, there's no need to wait anymore."

She took a deep breath.

"From this day forward, there will be no more distinction between upper and lower levels in Belleburg. From this day forward, every resident of Belleburg is a builder of this city."

"People of Belobello, you are the true masters of this city. Your sweat, your efforts, your sacrifices are the foundation upon which this city lives. This has been true for the past seven hundred years, and it will be true for the next seven hundred years."

She looked at the faces below the stage.

Some people are crying, some are laughing, some have their mouths open, and some have their fists clenched.

Finally, I only have one thing to say—

Bronya swung her fist and raised it above her head.

"Long live the people."

The square fell silent for a moment.

Then, someone imitated Bronya's movements, raising their fist above their head and shouting, a sound that was incredibly jarring in the quiet square.

But everyone seemed to be infected by the sound. At first, there were only a few people, but then more and more voices joined in.

Everyone in Belleburg shouted in unison; some had red eyes, some smiled, and some were already sobbing uncontrollably...

At this moment, there was only one voice in the square.

"Long live the people!"

Chapter 69 The King of Extermination

Deep in the universe, the stars are dim.

The antimatter legion's fleet silently assembled in the void, the outlines of the warships stretching out densely to the horizon.

Xingxiao stood on the flagship's bridge, facing a pitch-black void. Her figure was indistinct in the dim light, her long hair falling over her shoulders, her face cold and stern, like a lifeless sculpture. Her eyes were closed, as if she were sensing something.

a long time.

She opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at the corner of the bridge. There, a ghostly green flame flickered, its light distorting the surrounding air.

"Illusionary Origin".

Her voice was flat.

"Didn't you receive guidance from the Negative Creator God and go to the Immortal Ship Luofu?"

"Don't even mention it."

The illusion's voice emanated from the flame, tinged with a hint of irritation.

“I had already found a ‘substitute.’ Her position wasn’t too high or too low, she was popular, and she was the most suitable candidate. My original intention was to take her in after she left the celestial ship yesterday,”

The flames flickered violently, as if gritting their teeth.

"But for some reason, she changed her mind at the last minute. She didn't leave the fairy ship. I waited in vain."

Xingxiao did not respond.

The illusory flames drifted over and circled around her.

"And you? What are you doing?"

Xingxiao was silent for a while.

"The core of the Black Tower space station was integrated into a person's body. And this person also received a glimpse from the Negative Creator God."

Her voice remained flat, but she spoke more slowly, as if she was considering something.

"This star core is a gift to her."

The flames of the illusion flickered slightly, as if it were in thought.

"So where are you going now?"

“Yarilo-VI”.

Xingxiao turned around and looked back at the pitch-black void.

“I sensed traces of stellar core activity there.”

The flames of illusion suddenly flared up, and the firelight reflected on Xingxiao's face, casting a long shadow.

"Then I'll go have some fun with you."

Her tone suddenly became lighthearted, as if someone who had been bored for a long time had finally found something to pass the time.

"Is it far or not?"

Xingxiao nodded.

"It's not far, we'll be there soon."

The fleet began to turn. The massive warships slowly turned around in the void, heading towards Yalilo-VI.

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Lin Si slept in today, which was a rare treat.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin golden line on the sheets. He rolled over, pulled the covers over his head, and prepared to stay in bed a little longer.

Then my phone started vibrating.

It wasn't just a couple of tremors, but a continuous series of earthquakes, like someone frantically poking at his chat window.

Lin Si groggily reached out and fumbled around on the bedside table for a while before finally picking up her phone and squinting at the screen.

Bluebird.

His card-playing friends. The diviners of the Taibu Si (太卜司) were fond of the "Emperor Heng Qiong Jade Tablet".

It was a game similar to "Mahjong" from his previous life. He got to know Qingque through playing cards; this girl was extremely skilled at cards, so much so that Lin Si was quite surprised.

Because playing mahjong doesn't just rely on skill; it also requires exceptional observation, judgment, and memory.

In Lin Si's view, she was one of the few people who could "compete" with him when it came to playing cards.

Not only did he think so, but Qingque also seemed to think he was a rare card-playing buddy. So the two talked about almost everything.

At this moment, her messages kept flashing.

Playing cards recklessly: "It's all over, it ...!"

Using cards to risk his life: "Lin Si! Lord Fu Xuan just said he's going to assign me an important task!"

Playing cards recklessly: "She also said that this task was personally assigned by the general, and that I was specifically chosen to complete it!"

Playing the cards recklessly: "How could the General possibly notice me? I'm already exhausted from constantly outwitting the Grand Diviner. Do I have to outwit the General as well? The key is, I'm not even sure I can win!"

Playing cards recklessly: "I'm not even two hundred years old! I feel like I can see the end of my life just by looking at it!"

Lin Si stared at the screen, her lips twitching.

This Qingque is extremely capable, but he loves to "slack off," which means to be lazy.