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

He muttered something under his breath.

"Then I'll teach you a lesson, won't I? You call yourself the number one assassin on the Immortal Ship? You'll see if I don't mess with you."

He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what he would do when the silver wolf arrived.

Something sweeter?

Sure, how about checking out Xianzhou's specialty, sweet soda soy milk?

He put away his phone, pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps, then turned a corner and headed in another direction.

It's not the direction home, it's the direction of the mahjong parlor.

It's been a long time since I played mahjong.

After meeting Yao Qing and Zhu Ming tomorrow, I reckon I won't have much time to sit in the mahjong parlor for an afternoon.

Fortunately, the general didn't give him any tasks today; they just talked about business.

In addition, Belloberg is currently unable to log in, so he can't do whatever he wants.

All he could do now was believe, believe that the people of Beloborg could hold out for three more days until he logged back in and tried to use General Jingyuan's suggestion to "mobilize the power of will" to fight against the Star Tsunami together with the Sea Patrol Knights, the Pure Beauty Knights, and the Starry Sky Train.

He wasn't someone who wasn't worried about Belloberg, but he knew he needed to relax now.

Because humans are not machines, it is easy to make mistakes if they are always on edge.

He scolded Aha because Aha clearly wanted to see him suffer with that feeling of "guilt" for the next three days.

However, what Aha did also served as a reminder to him: the more things are like this, the more he needs to relax before the final battle and be in the best possible condition to face that final battle.

The golden wheelchair rolled on the stone path.

Upon entering the mahjong parlor, Qingque was immediately spotted.

It wasn't because she was conspicuous, although she was indeed very conspicuous, but because there were a bunch of people standing behind her.

The table was surrounded by layers of people, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the cards in her hand.

"Oh, Young Master Lin has arrived?"

A fellow card player saw Lin Si and greeted her with a smile. Lin Si nodded to him and pointed to the crowd.

"What's going on here? What are you all doing gathered around here?"

The card player smiled and pointed at Qingque.

“You wouldn’t know if you hadn’t come earlier, but Qingque has been winning all day, not losing a single game. We’re all suspicious that she’s cheating, so we’re all keeping an eye on her from behind.”

Lin Si was delighted to hear this.

Although Qingque's card skills are good, his ability to play cards is only so-so.

While I usually win more than I lose thanks to my card skills, winning every single day and not losing a single game is something that can't be achieved solely through card skills.

Is the bluebird here today?

However, Lin Si wasn't surprised. He replied with a smile,

"Who doesn't eat dumplings during the Lunar New Year? But I've always believed that @傭盈@ is a stickler for tradition. Today she's gone, and I'm so happy!"

The card player shrugged and didn't reply. Clearly, he also believed in this claim.

"I won! I won again!"

Qingque's voice rang out from the center of the crowd, crisp and bright, carrying a smug "I've already won" victories.

"I've won thirty consecutive hands today, Qingque!"

Those who had been playing cards with Qingque were all clutching their heads, some slumped over the table in despair, some leaned back in their chairs and looked up at the sky, and some had already started packing up their things.

"Qingque, we guys have things to do today, so we'll call it a day!"

"Yes, yes, I should go pick up my child from school."

"I haven't put my clothes away yet!"

The three men stood up almost simultaneously and walked towards the door at the same time, without turning back to look at the card table.

Qingque smacked her lips, but didn't stop her fellow players from leaving.

She turned around and saw her card-playing friends avoid her gaze.

Her eyes swept over the group, giving off a feeling of "how lonely it is to be invincible".

Then she saw Lin Si.

The expression on her face changed from "invincible loneliness" to "finally, someone who can fight has arrived." Her eyes lit up, and she waved to Lin Si.

"Lin Si! Want to play a couple of rounds?"

Lin Si shrugged and pushed his wheelchair toward the card table.

"Okay!"

(Family, I'm taking a day off. I'll continue updating at 3 AM on the 15th.)

Chapter 91 Does this planet have some kind of obsession with the Great?

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated over the snowfield, but the figures of the guerrillas had already thinned considerably.

The group from the Starry Sky Train carried Wang Zhizhi's bucket towards Beloborg.

The golden trash can stood beside Xing, walking at a moderate pace, its lid slightly tilted back, its arms crossed over its chest.

Xing walked beside him, glancing down every now and then, then looking up at the colossus in the distance, as if comparing something.

"The fireworks have disappeared."

On March 7th, he suddenly realized what was happening, his mind raced, and he looked around.

That petite figure had indeed disappeared; no one knew when she left or where she went.

"The whereabouts of the Masked Fool are never fixed."

Himeko's tone was very calm.

"She will appear when she wants to."

Without asking any further questions, the group continued walking.

As they walked, they cleared away any straggling enemies in their path.

Although the expendable troops were still pouring in, their numbers had decreased significantly on their way to the local city, and they had been largely cleared out.

Himeko decided to first connect with the local residents.

After all, such a large-scale invasion by an antimatter army might involve the Extinction Lord.

The Great Lord of Annihilation cannot be dealt with by one or two people; it requires the gathering of all available forces to fight against him.

At that moment, the train conductor, Pam, sent a message.

"We've finally made contact with Pa! Passengers, a large number of Doomsday Beasts are gathering towards Arilo-VI in the distance!"

Himeko frowned slightly.

The Doomsday Beasts are the elite fighting force of the Antimatter Legion; each one is theoretically capable of destroying an entire planet.

Many?

"Hey, wait a minute! Why did all those doomsday beasts suddenly self-destruct?"

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment.

A mass self-destruction of doomsday beasts?

"Is Pam having nightmares?"

Before Himeko could reply, Pam sent another message.

"Pam seems to have seen the figure of the Great Lord of Annihilation, Star Howl. But Star Howl looks quite disheveled, being chased by a group of people? Is Pam having a nightmare?"

Himeko's hand hovered above the screen, and she remained silent for a long time.

Danheng almost dropped Jiyun, and March 7's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

Is the Great King of Extinction being chased by a group of people?

Himeko and Walter exchanged a glance. Their eyes met briefly in the air, conveying a message that only they understood.

Himeko lowered her head and began typing to comfort the train conductor.

Walter pushed up his glasses, his gaze falling on the mechanical colossi in the distance, and the lenses flashed again.

Xing moved closer to March 7th and asked in a low voice,

"What is the Extinction Prince?"

March 7th opened his mouth, but realized he didn't quite understand either, so he turned to look at Danheng.

Dan Heng held Ji Yun in his arms, his expression cold and his words concise.

"The Annihilation Lord is the messenger of Nanuk, the god of destruction. Starscream is one of the Annihilation Lords who commands the antimatter legion."

“Every Extinction Lord has the ability to destroy a star system. Although Starscream is not the strongest, her Void Legion is the most numerous in the universe.”

March 7th clapped his hands in sudden realization.

"Yes, yes, yes! Those antimatter legions we encountered at the Black Tower Space Station might have been orchestrated by her!"

Xing nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

She glanced down at Wang Zhitong, who was squatting at her feet. The golden trash can had its arms crossed, the lid slightly tilted back, and a "I am the king" expression on its face.

Then she imitated Wang Zhitong, crossing her arms and raising her chin.

"I told you, that mere anti-material army is nothing to fear!"

March 7th turned her head expressionlessly and glanced at Danheng.

"Danheng, why do I feel like hitting her?"

Dan Heng remained silent for a moment.

"........."

Walter pushed up his glasses and pointed to a circle clearly formed by the colossi in the distance.

“This is a good thing for the planet. Let’s head to that city first and try to negotiate with the locals.”

Himeko nodded without replying.

She was typing to reassure the train conductor, sending him message after message, saying, "It's okay, Pam."

"Those doomsday beasts were probably shot down by something."

"Xingxiao may have encountered a stronger enemy."

March 7th and Xing exchanged a glance, then took out their phones and each sent a message saying "Pam, don't be afraid."

"Okay, let's go."

Himeko put away her phone, and the group continued on their way.

As we got closer to those colossal statues, we felt an increasing sense of oppression from them.

Its 800-meter-tall body casts a huge shadow on the snowfield, and the ground trembles with every step it takes.

Walter's glasses grew brighter and brighter as his gaze swept back and forth among the colossi, as if he were counting them or calculating something.

But Xing's gaze was drawn to another figure not far away.

She stopped and tugged at the hem of March 7th's clothes.

"March, look what's that?"

On March 7th, following the direction she pointed, he immediately opened his mouth wide.

Wow! What a huge pouch!

On the snow-covered plain not far away, a giant pufferfish, several tens of meters tall, was running.

Its body is round and plump, like a moving golden mountain. On its back sits a petite figure with blond hair fluttering in the wind, pointing its fingers one by one, as if it is directing a puff of puffs.

Every few steps, the puffball would stop, its body glowing slightly, and then it would disappear from its original spot and reappear in another place.