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

Bronya nodded and took a deep breath.

"I'm fine."

She glanced around.

The number of pawns is less than before, but still a lot.

Black figures were everywhere—in the squares of the administrative district, in the ruins, and on the steps of Fort Kripper.

The only saving grace was that these pawns seemed to see her as the biggest threat on the field, and they kept swarming towards her, with not many pawns attacking the builder in the corner who was evacuating the wounded civilians.

Her very existence is a line of defense.

She gripped the spear tightly.

"As long as we can hold out until Oleg and Swallow finish clearing out the monsters in the lower levels and come to our aid, we will definitely win this battle!"

That being said, there are still too many pawns.

The Ancestor maintained the energy of the protective shield in the sky, while the Mother was directing the Creation Engine and couldn't use it. On the battlefield of the administrative district, only she and the King and his men remained.

At this time, the king of the administrative district didn't have many trash cans, but all the trash cans were lined up in a row, with their metal arms swinging in unison, like a moving wall, keeping the pawns out.

But their numbers are also decreasing. Some have been broken up and are struggling to piece themselves back together, while others have stopped moving altogether, their lids askew.

The king lifted the lid of the bucket, making a muffled sound.

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

Bronya smiled and raised her hand to fire another shot.

The bullet at the tip of the gun drew an arc in the darkness, piercing a pawn and causing it to dissipate into black mist.

She couldn't do what the Demon King did—kill a monster with a single bullet and then use the impact to smash into other monsters—that kind of incredible skill.

But the will to preserve her seems to provide her with a constant supply of "bullets," so she doesn't have to worry about the consumption of ammunition.

Bronya gritted her teeth, gripped her spear tightly, and prepared to charge forward again.

"Damn it!"

A sound exploded from the corner.

Bronya looked in the direction of the sound, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Those who had been hiding in the corner, the wounded and civilians who had been placed in the shelter by Pella and Silva, rushed out.

Not just one person, but everyone.

There were elderly people with canes, wounded people with bandages, mothers holding their children, and young people with their bare hands.

They surged out of the ruins and rushed toward the direction of the flanks.

"Destroying the seedlings we painstakingly planted! Destroying our home!"

An old man, holding a cane, slammed it hard on the head of a pawn. The cane broke, and he punched it instead.

"Do you still want our new Grand Guardian to fall?"

A wounded soldier climbed off the stretcher, his bandages still bleeding, but he rushed forward.

"Follow Lady Bronya! Let's kill all these monsters!"

A young man had only one stone in his hand, but he held it up and smashed it at the pawn, once, twice, three times.

"Representing the will of the city builders! Smash them with everything!"

A mother placed her child in a safe place, then picked up an iron bar and rushed forward.

Bronya's throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"danger!"

She shouted, but before her voice could travel, it was drowned out by another voice.

Golden lights surrounded each person.

The pawn's attack landed on the light spot, was deflected, fell again, and was deflected again.

No one was injured.

Bronya was stunned.

She looked at the fearless people, at the pickaxes, sticks, stones, and even their bare hands in their hands, and at the inextinguishable light in their eyes.

Then she remembered the image: in the depths of chaos, a figure sitting in a wheelchair bowed in supplication.

"May everyone in the world be like a dragon."

Her eyes suddenly reddened.

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't heartache, it was that feeling of finally understanding something.

She always thought that the Demon King wanted everyone to work together in one direction, that it was a goal, a distant goal that would require generations of effort to achieve.

But now she knows it wasn't the target; it was a seed.

The Demon King planted it in the heart of every Beloborg, and now it has sprouted.

"Demon King... thank you."

She murmured something under her breath.

Then she raised her rifle and fired several bullets.

She no longer refused the people's participation, because they were not there to help her; they were there to protect their homeland. As the Great Protector, she only needed to clear the way for them.

Just then, a huge figure suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

A huge pufferfish, its round body like a moving hill, sat on its back a petite blonde figure, along with several other strangers.

It charged headlong into the swarm of pawns, knocking one away, then another.

The golden trash can on its back is particularly eye-catching, with the lid tilted high and its arms crossed over its chest. It keeps looking at the king's trash can, as if to say, "Look, I'm here."

Lingke leaned halfway out from behind the puddles and waved to Bronya. Her face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and her hair was disheveled, but her eyes were bright.

"For the sake of world peace!"

Her voice echoed through the smoke of gunpowder.

"Miss Bronya, Wabi-babo!"

Bronya laughed as she watched her ride on the paddleboard.

"Welcome back, Lingke."

"Very good, very energetic!"

The people on the Starry Sky Train jumped off the pile of stuffed bodies.

When she landed on March 7th, she stumbled and almost fell, but she quickly regained her balance, conjured an ice bow in her hand, and shot an arrow at the illusory soldier.

Without saying a word, Dan Heng twirled the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear touched the chest of a phantom soldier, causing the black body to explode.

Himeko fired laser beams from her weapon, piercing through one fake soldier after another.

Walter lightly tapped the ground with his cane, crushing several pawns.

When Xing jumped off the puddles, the bat was already in his hand.

She glanced at the crowd enveloped in golden light, then at the spear in Bronya's hand, and then at the baseball bat in her own.

Then she nodded and charged toward the area where the enemy's pawns were most concentrated.

"Galaxy Baseball Man, reporting for duty!"

March 7th watched her retreating figure and sighed.

"...Can't you be normal for once?"

Xing didn't hear it.

She had already charged into the group of pawns, swinging her bat like a windmill.

At the entrances to the upper and lower levels, figures kept pouring in and joining the battle, and golden lights appeared on their bodies.

On Sunday, he stood atop the ruins.

He looked at it for a while, then looked around, bent down and picked up a piece of gravel.

The pebbles weren't big, just the right size to hold in his hand. He weighed them in his hand and then threw them at the nearest pawn.

The gravel flew in an arc through the air and struck the pawn on the head, creating a crater.

The pawn swayed but did not fall.

Sunday paused for a moment, then picked up an even larger stone and strode down the ruins toward the swarm of dummy soldiers.

There was no tuning, no order, no Dominic.

There was only one stone and a heart that wanted to help.

Hanabi stood atop the distant ruins, watching his retreating figure, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"The boy with chicken wings is actually quite cute~"

Sambo stood beside her and smiled.

"Let's go, it's time to work."

Chapter 95 We can't let this trip be in vain.

On the more distant snowfields, the wind is fiercer than anywhere else.

Lamancha stood at the foot of a snow-capped mountain, clutching the still faintly glowing star core tightly in his hand.

It had been completely subdued by him, remaining motionless in his palm, so obedient that it didn't resemble a star core capable of destroying a planet.

Old Bai squatted at his feet, while the other monkeys were scattered around, some rolling in the snow, some catching lice, and some squatting on the ice, lost in thought.

The wind and snow seemed to have no effect on them whatsoever.

"Looking at the snow covering the ground, the leader of the righteous heroes pondered how to make the snow disappear completely."

Old Bai's voice was unhurried, as if he were reciting a poem.

Lamancha's lips twitched.

He looked down at Old Bai, and Old Bai looked up at him. The two stared at each other for a moment.

Ramancha sighed and didn't stop Old White, probably because he was already used to it.

"Old Bai, do you think if I take all this snow and ice back with me, I can save a lot on electricity bills?"

His tone was serious; he didn't seem to be joking.

Old Bai thought for a moment, and the tuft of hair on his head swayed.

"This planet is not ready. Clearing all the snow and ice is not a good thing for the local residents."

Lamancha nodded upon hearing this.

Indeed, he learned from Xing He that snow and wind had covered this place for seven hundred years. Seven hundred years of snow and wind, seven hundred years of ecological balance, cannot be changed overnight.

If he removes all the snow, the planet's climate might collapse.

He looked at the star core in his hand.

"How much money do you think we could get if we handed this over to the company?"

Old Bai thought about it again, and the tuft of hair on his head shook even more violently.

“La Mancha, I can clearly feel that this planet has a will to protect itself.”

We don't know the history of this planet or whether the company has ever been in contact with it.

"If there has been any contact, given the company's nature, they might say that the planet's core is company property. You stole it or disposed of it without authorization, and you'll face additional fines or debts."

Lamancha remained silent for a moment.

He imagined the scene.

The company representative held up a contract and pointed to the fine print, saying:

"Look, it says here that everything on this planet belongs to the company, so the star core is also an asset of the company."