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

She often sneaks out of the office during the time when the Grand Diviner is working to play cards. Lord Fu Xuan has come to the card room to arrest her more than once or twice.

Now look what's happened, the general has singled him out.

Lin Si sighed and started typing.

Demon King: "General, you know almost everything about the Immortal Ship. I guess there must be some mission that you absolutely have to do, which is why you were chosen to do it."

Demon King: "[Schadenfreude emoji]"

Playing with fire: "Lord Fu Xuan said I'd be someone's assistant. Seriously, don't let me find out who that person is, or I'll definitely..."

Lin Si smiled.

This guy's all talk and no action. As for actually doing anything to that person...

She's too lazy to do it.

Demon King: "Think of it on the bright side. Being someone's assistant is better than slacking off in the Bureau of the Sacred Heart, isn't it?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

Playing cards to the death: "!!! Really!"

Playing cards recklessly: "Lin Si, you're simply a genius! How come I didn't think of that?"

Playing cards recklessly: "I'm not talking anymore, I need to seriously study how to be an assistant (slacking off)."

Lin Si looked at the message, smiled, and shook her head.

He placed his phone next to his pillow and lay in bed for a while longer.

Is Qingque going to be someone else's assistant? I wonder which unlucky guy it is.

He quit the chat software and lay in bed watching videos.

There's no need to worry about Belleberg's situation for now; we can check on him after we finish eating.

While the leaderboards for other games aren't far behind Silver Wolf's, the gap is actually on a "fingertip universe" level.

Silver Wolf needs more practice to catch up.

Lin Si was scrolling through videos when he saw a cat jump off the refrigerator, lose its footing, slip, and then pretend nothing had happened, casually licking its paws. He laughed and watched the video over and over again three times.

Then he saw a video of a guy dancing at a construction site, dancing incredibly seductively, while his fellow workers applauded. He laughed again and gave the guy a thumbs up.

Then he came across a cooking video that taught people how to make ordinary instant noodles look like Michelin-starred food. After watching it, he felt that ordering takeout was still more practical.

He ordered a braised pork belly, a bowl of rice, and a hot and sour soup, and then continued watching videos.

The takeout has arrived.

Lin Si sat at the dining table, poured the braised pork into the rice, mixed it well, and scooped out a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth. The meat juice was rich and the rice was soft and sticky; it was so delicious that he squinted his eyes.

He continued watching videos while eating.

Then his fingers stopped.

The Black Tower Space Station is under attack by an antimatter army!

Lin Si was stunned for a moment.

Lady Black Tower? The Black Tower who's ranked 83rd in the Genius Club?

He clicked in and took a look.

The narrator in the video is a bird called a cuckoo, wearing a bow tie, and has a loud voice like a broadcaster.

"Dear viewers, regardless of whether your world has day and night, I wish you all a good afternoon! Now let's take a look at today's news."

"Oh~ It turns out that the space station of Ms. Black Tower, the 83rd seat of the Genius Club, was attacked by the Antimatter Legion? This is big news!"

"The Star Peace Corporation strongly condemns the Antimatter Legion! And expresses strong dissatisfaction with the Extinction Tyrant's act of spreading its star core..."

Lin Si froze as she was eating.

Star roar.

The King of Destruction.

Spreading the star nucleus.

Lin Si abruptly put down her chopsticks, pushed her wheelchair, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom.

He moved so fast that the wheelchair slammed into the door frame with a dull thud, but he showed no sign of stopping. Only one thought remained in his mind.

"Oh no! How could I have forgotten about that?"

Chapter 70 The Antimatter Legion Descends

Deep in the universe.

Arillo-VI slowly spun in the void, the snow-covered planet gleaming with a cold white light under the starlight.

From a distance, it looks like a glass bead forgotten in a corner, quiet, fragile, and unnoticed.

The ethereal green flames of the illusion floated around Starfleet, their light flickering on Starfleet's cold and aloof face.

"This planet has the aura of only one city."

Huanlong's tone was languid, as if he were evaluating something that wasn't worth a second glance.

“Let the antimatter legion attack directly. I have absolutely no interest in planets struggling at the end with such a small population.”

Xingxiao nodded.

She raised her hand and casually pointed at the planet covered in ice and snow.

A burst of energy imbued with the aura of destruction shot out from his fingertips, tearing through the void and hurtling toward Yalilo-VI.

"The meager power of preservation..."

This gesture signals the attack of the antimatter legion and marks the beginning of the destruction of the planet's meager resources.

That energy wasn't a weapon that could directly kill, but rather a key used to unlock the lock that had been suppressing the star's core for seven hundred years.

Xingxiao withdrew his hand, turned around, and looked at the dark green flame beside him.

"Huanlong, do you need help with the Luofu Immortal Ship project?"

"Just give me one star core."

Her tone carried a confident air of certainty.

"Don't forget, my true form is Suiyang. Influencing others' minds and manipulating their consciousness are our specialties. Besides, there are quite a few fools on the Immortal Ship."

Her voice carried a hint of laughter.

"Let it go if the stand-in is gone. I have other ideas."

Xingxiao nodded without asking any further questions. She turned around and walked towards the interior of the fleet, the illusory flames floating around her like an inextinguishable will-o'-the-wisp.

Antimatter legions have begun to assemble around the fleet, heading towards Yalilo-VI.

The star never looked back.

She doesn't need to see it.

The outcome was already predetermined.

They just need to wait.

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Belloberg.

Bronya stood on the street in the administrative district, looking at the empty square, feeling somewhat surreal.

Just a few hours ago, this place was packed with people.

But now, everyone has gone to the snowfield and voluntarily done what they could.

The Iron Guards went to the lower districts to clear out the Rift monsters, the City Builders went to Everwinter Territory to build walls, and the volunteers went to turn the soil and plant seedlings. The children went to help move the heaters, the elderly went to help cook, and even the trash cans went to help move the garbage.

The entire city looked as if it had been emptied out.

Bronya walked alone on the empty streets, past the Everlasting Winter Monument, past the fountain, and past the railway tracks.

Everyone did what they could.

But she, the newly appointed guardian, was at a loss as to what to do.

The Demon King has already shown the way, and although he only sees it all as a game, Belberg can no longer expect him to do anything more.

Moreover, she recalled the weariness in the Demon King's tone last night.

Even the Demon King is human; he gets tired and needs rest.

During the Demon King's rest, she had to try her best to share his burdens.

Not far away, Cocolia stood in the shadows, watching her daughter's back.

Sunlight fell on Bronya, making her long gray hair shine. She stood there, quietly gazing at the dome of Cripper Castle, lost in thought.

Cocolia's gaze was gentle.

Since Bronya returned from leading the army to fight the northern Rift six days ago, she realized that her daughter had grown into a qualified leader.

No, it's not just about being qualified.

It is excellent.

The world belongs to all. Long live the people.

If she had thought of this back then, would Bronya be a little more relaxed now?

"Ugh...."

She sighed, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile.

Six short days felt like an eternity. Seven hundred years of despair were extinguished in those six days.

Belleberg is now waiting for the dawn to break.

Cocolia smiled, her eyes hardening. She glanced back at her daughter's retreating figure one last time, then turned and walked toward the hearth.

His steps were a bit lighter than usual.

It's time.

She needs to atone for her sins.

Bronya, in the future, Mom won't be able to walk with you. But everyone at Belloberg will be your strongest support. You will surely be a hero that Belloberg will celebrate for generations to come.

"The world belongs to all. Long live the people."

She murmured something softly, a smile playing on her lips, and pushed open the hearth door.

Deep inside the furnace, it was empty.

The irregular crystal that had been suspended for seven hundred years disappeared.

Cocolia's heart stopped for a moment.

"Where is the star core?"

Her voice was somewhat panicked, echoing deep within the empty hearth. She searched everywhere, looking in every corner. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Her gaze fell upon the pedestal at the center of the furnace, the one that had once held the star's core. The pedestal was intact, without any signs of damage. But the star's core was gone.

It was as if it had never existed.

Cocolia stood there, her mind blank.

Then, she suddenly realized something, and her pupils contracted sharply.

She turned and ran, running out of the hearth and towards the administrative district.

At that moment, a beam of white light descended from the sky over the square of the administrative district.

It wasn't sunlight. It wasn't lamplight.

A beam of white light, carrying an aura of annihilation, fell straight down from the sky.

The direction it fell was the direction Bronya was standing in.

"Bronya!"