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

"We don't know the situation in the lower district, but the situation is urgent. You will take all the remaining automated mechs from the upper district and go to support the lower district."

Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes blinked.

"Understand".

Oleg nodded without saying a word.

“Pera, Shiluva.”

The two stood up straight.

“The organizers built small shelters in safe areas to provide refuge, treat the wounded, and guide the public.”

Pera pushed up her glasses.

"clear."

After Bronya finished speaking, she took a deep breath.

She also imitated Alisa, making a gesture with one hand.

Her spear flew out and landed steadily in Bronya's hand.

Wang Yitong, having arrived at her side sometime earlier with several underlings, stood with its arms crossed, lid slightly tilted back, and metal legs ramrod straight, letting out a cool-sounding roar.

"While the king is present, the bucket remains. Even when the king is gone, the bucket still exists!"

The trash cans behind it followed its example, with their arms crossed, lids slightly tilted back, lined up in a row.

"These monsters in the administrative district will be dealt with by me and the King and his men!"

Bronya gripped her spear tightly.

The Demon King could control her body to single-handedly clear a rift in the world; it was her body, and there was no reason why she couldn't do it.

"Yes, Great Protector!"

The group exchanged glances and shouted at the same time.

The sound echoed through the ruins, dispersing some of the gunpowder smoke.

Then everyone started to mobilize.

As they ran, they suddenly felt their steps become lighter.

It's not an illusion.

A warm force emanated from around their bodies.

Hiluva glanced at Pera, who was also looking down at her hands.

"...You have one too?"

"Ah."

"What is this?"

"I don't know. But it works."

Hiluva didn't ask any more questions and ran even faster.

Alisa and Cocolia exchanged a glance.

Cocolia's eyes were no longer filled with sadness, but with pride. Alisa chuckled and handed her the flaming spear.

"Cocolia, you take command of the Creation Engine."

Cocolia paused for a moment, reached out to take it, then pulled her hand back.

"Ancestor..."

"This barrier won't last long."

Alisa pointed to the golden barrier in the sky. The barrier's light was dimmer than before, and it had begun to flicker slightly in several places.

"I need to stabilize its energy."

Cocolia looked into Alisa's eyes.

Those eyes held seven hundred years of time, seven hundred years of waiting, and seven hundred years of... trust.

Without further hesitation, she reached out and took the Flame Spear.

The gun feels very heavy, like holding a mountain.

But the flame at the tip of the gun was flickering, as if it were greeting her.

"it is good."

Bronya stood amidst the ruins, observing everything. The king stood beside her, the lid lifting slightly, making that cool, familiar sound.

"Your Majesty, let's go."

Bronya's lips curved slightly.

"superior."

Chapter 86 What's yours and mine? Even you are mine.

The wind on the snowfield had subsided a bit, but the smoke from the battle hadn't dissipated yet.

The passengers on the Starry Sky Train followed the fireworks through the ruins and arrived near one particular ruin.

"Fireworks, is that 800-meter-tall trash can you mentioned really here?"

March 7th looked around curiously, its head turning this way and that.

The train crew was well prepared this time. The wind and snow could not stop them. In order to save time, all the pawns they encountered along the way were easily eliminated by Walter with a simple lift of his cane, leaving not even a trace.

Dan Heng, still with a cold expression, surveyed his surroundings, holding Ji Yun in his hand with the spear tip pointing downwards, ready to thrust out at any moment.

His gaze swept from the ruins to the snowfield, from the snowfield to the sky, and from the sky to the distant moving mechanical giants, guarding against any phantoms that might appear from anywhere.

Like a cold-faced bodyguard.

Himeko was operating some instruments to analyze the terrain and environment here.

Xing's gaze was fixed on a spot in the ruins.

She didn't know what it was, but her intuition told her that there was something good there.

Her intuition has never been wrong.

Fireworks chuckled softly and pointed in a certain direction within the ruins.

"Of course~ but because seven hundred years ago, in order to protect this planet, that eight-hundred-meter-long trash can exhausted all its energy and turned into a small trash can that is now sleeping here."

She drawled out the last syllable, as if telling a bedtime story.

"Its name is King's Bucket, and it's the king of all the trash cans in Belleburg!"

Walter's glasses lit up.

He pushed up his glasses, and with a light flick of his cane, all the rubble in the ruins floated up and suspended in mid-air, as if held up by an unseen hand.

Then the pebbles shot out in all directions, knocking down one after another of the hidden pawns, clean and efficient, with not a single pebble wasted.

Himeko watched his actions and chuckled softly.

Walter hadn't been this anxious in a long time. Was it because of those mechanical colossi in the distance?

She glanced at the eight-hundred-meter-tall figures, then at Walter, and a slight smile played on her lips.

Hanabi watched Walter's actions, covering her mouth and chuckling to herself, her shoulders swaying.

As the rubble was cleared away, the scene beneath the ruins was revealed.

A golden trash can, as tall as a person, sat alone on a chair that resembled both a throne and a toilet.

The bucket was slightly tilted, and the person leaned against the armrest of the chair, supporting themselves with one hand. The lid was slightly open and closed, as if observing all living beings, or as if waiting for something.

Its posture is languid yet noble, like a lonely king who has been sleeping in the ruins for hundreds of years, finally waiting for the one he was meant to meet.

Xing was instantly drawn to it.

She stared intently at the gold trash can, her eyes unblinking, and slowly lowered the baseball bat in her hand.

She always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this golden trash can, like a long-lost relative, or a predestined encounter.

Wow! A golden trash can! And it even has arms and legs?

March 7th stared blankly, tilting his head from side to side, looking at it from the left, from the right, and from above.

"What is it sitting on? Is it a throne or a toilet? But it seems to be looking down on us?"

She paused for a moment,

"Is a trash can looking down on us?"

Himeko and Danji also looked at the golden trash can with some surprise.

Dan Heng raised his Cloud-Striking Staff slightly, then lowered it again.

What threat can a trash can pose?

Fireworks have vanished without a trace, but no one notices now.

The golden trash can straightened up from its reclining position and sat upright on the throne.

Its lid tilted slightly upwards, making a cool sound.

"Humph."

Then its lid opened and closed slightly, the sound muffled, but each word carried an undeniable authority.

"Now that you have arrived here, are you ready to awaken me?"

It rose from its throne and looked down upon the stars.

Xing also looked up at it, the two staring at each other.

"The ideals of all people are transformed into a single grand aspiration. Step forward, this is the will of all beings!"

The stars are moving.

Before it could finish speaking, she threw the baseball bat in her hand towards the gold trash can.

The bat spun in the air, tracing a perfect arc, and slammed solidly into the Golden Trash Can's knee.

The golden trash can wobbled from the impact, lost its balance, and fell off the throne.

"Ouch!"

It rolled out with a gurgling sound, rolling several times until it reached Xing's feet.

March 7th, mouth agape

"...This is the King of Trash Cans?"

Dan Heng's face remained cold, but the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly.

Himeko covered her face.

Walter glanced at it, then secretly looked at the distant mechanical behemoth, as if comparing something.

"I don't know why, but I feel a little disappointed."

March 7th sighed.

But Xing was not disappointed.

Her eyes shone even brighter.

She crouched down, opened the lid of the gold trash can, and a burst of golden light shone out, illuminating her face and turning her eyes gold.

Inside the bin was a golden garbage bag, shimmering with gold, as if woven from gold thread.

She opened the garbage bag and looked inside. There were some credits, a few sausages, a few screws, and a tattered map.

The edges of the map are worn, and the lines are blurry, making it impossible to see what is drawn.

She held the gold garbage bag high, as if she were holding a trophy.

"I got a golden garbage bag!"

Wang Zhitong sat up, hugging his knees with both hands, his hands drooping, looking quite aggrieved.