Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

"rest assured."

Hoshi walked over.

He opened his arms and gave Kafka a big hug.

"Scripts are meant to be torn apart."

"Mom, wait for me to come back."

"I'll invite you to my wedding banquet then."

Silver Wolf couldn't help but chuckle: "Ka Ma? Heh, interesting."

Kafka paused for a moment.

Then, her smile deepened.

He reached out and touched Hoshino's hair.

"it is good."

"I'll be waiting."

The farewell is over.

Hoshi turned around and grabbed Hoshi's hand.

"Let's go, partner."

"Time to get to work."

Xing nodded.

In her golden eyes, there was no fear, only determination.

As a carrier of "memory", as a recorder of this book.

She knew what she was responsible for.

Hoshi took a deep breath.

The life force within his body began to operate wildly.

Golden "End" runes appeared around her and began to rotate in reverse.

Purple "memory" lights converged from all directions—from Jingyuan, from Jingliu, from Ren, and from Danheng.

Countless fragments of memory were stripped away and woven into a huge, shimmering net in the air.

"call……"

Hoshi exhaled a breath of stale air.

The newly grown right hand suddenly stretched forward, as if piercing into the void.

boom--!!!

The seawater in Lin Yuan Realm instantly boiled.

Space began to distort and break.

A huge, swirling black vortex took shape in front of the star.

That's not a door leading to anywhere.

That is the entrance to the "past".

The wind howled.

The suction power is amazing.

The robes of Jing Yuan and the others fluttered in the wind, but none of them stepped back.

They stared intently at the vortex.

Staring at that figure about to step into the unknown, to snatch back hope for them.

"You absolutely must..."

Jingyuan muttered to himself.

"return."

The star did not turn back.

She gripped Xing's hand tightly.

Take a leap.

They jumped into that black hole that swallowed up light.

……

Feeling of weightlessness.

Dizziness.

There's also that tearing sensation, as if your body is being pulled apart by countless hands.

Hoshi felt as if she were going against the current in a turbulent river.

All around were countless flashes of light and shadow.

That is the history of Luofu.

These are the trials and tribulations that this celestial vessel has experienced.

She saw the commotion of the martial arts ceremony.

I witnessed the horror of Jianmu's rebirth.

I witnessed the catastrophe of the star's core erupting.

I saw it...

The distant past.

at last.

The feeling of falling stopped.

A solid feeling came from beneath my feet.

Hoshi suddenly opened his eyes.

What met the eye was a scene of purgatory.

The sky was blood red, obscured by countless eerie creatures.

The ground was covered with ruins, flames were burning, and black smoke was billowing.

Shouts of killing, screams of agony, and explosions intertwined to form a symphony of death.

here it is……

Luofu Mountain seven hundred years ago.

A battlefield in a flash of chaos.

"Cough cough..."

Hoshi waved his hand to disperse the smoke and dust in front of him.

She looked around and, after confirming that Xing was right beside her, breathed a sigh of relief.

"The coordinates are correct."

She glanced down at her feet.

This appears to be a high platform serving as a temporary command post.

Just then.

A slightly immature yet already composed voice came from ahead.

"The left flank defense line should retreat 300 meters!"

"Cloud Cavalry, heed my command! Form ranks!"

"We must hold this street at all costs! The evacuees are behind us!"

"Anyone who dares to back down will be court-martialed!"

Hoshino looked up.

I saw the figure standing at the edge of the command platform.

Half of her long white hair was stained red with blood, and her once-neat armor was now covered in cracks.

That face was young, even carrying a hint of youthful naiveté.

But in those golden eyes burned an indomitable flame.

He gripped a long, blunt sword tightly in his hand, and although his voice was somewhat hoarse, it was still full of power.

That is……

Jingyuan, seven hundred years ago.

Jing Yuan was not yet a Shence General, but just a young Yunqi soldier fighting desperately on the battlefield.

At this moment, he...

His face was covered in blood, but his eyes were resolute.

He is commanding a defensive battle that seems hopeless.

And behind him.

These are countless panicked Luofu residents who are evacuating.

"Yo."

Hoshi looked at that small figure.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems..."

"We've arrived just in time."

The sky was a nauseating dark red.

That was not the afterglow of the sunset, but the bloody aura emanating from countless bountiful creatures, mixed with the smoke from burning wolves, forcefully dyeing the sky above Luofu the color of purgatory.

Jing Yuan leaned against a broken stone pillar, the array blade in his hand already chipped and covered in a foul-smelling green slime.

He was breathing heavily.

It felt like my lungs were stuffed with scalding hot sand, and every breath was accompanied by a burning pain.

But he cannot fall.

The defensive line behind them was already crumbling; it was the last barrier leading to the civilian evacuation zone.

"roar--"

A thunderous roar shook the ground, causing stones to fly everywhere.

Jing Yuan suddenly raised his head.

The pupils contracted to the size of a pinhead in an instant.

Less than a hundred meters ahead on the ruins, a gigantic monster, as large as a small mountain, was slowly rising upright.

It was forcibly pieced together from countless severed limbs and was covered with writhing chunks of flesh and the organs of an unknown creature.

Hundreds of eyes darted around its bloated body, each one filled with greed for "life" and mockery of "death".

This is a...

Even in the Cloud Cavalry's encyclopedia, it would be classified as a "disaster-level" mutant.

"Damn it..."

Jing Yuan clenched his teeth, and could even taste the rusty, metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

There were very few Cloud Knights left in the area; most of them had fallen in the previous charge.

Now, only he is left.

The giant abomination seemed to have sensed the gaze of the tiny creature before it.

It lowered its head.

From that gaping maw, splitting open to the ears, spewed out a suffocating, putrid heat wave.

Followed by.

It raised its thick arm, which was as thick as a pillar.

Black muscles writhed wildly beneath the skin, accumulating a monstrous force capable of shattering city walls.

A shadow fell.

Jiang Jingyuan, along with the devastated land behind him, was completely covered.

"Is this... the ending?"

Jing Yuan gripped the broken knife tightly in his hand.

I did not feel fear.

Only one emotion, "unwillingness," was pounding wildly in my chest.

He is not afraid of death.

But he hated himself for being too weak, for not being able to protect his homeland, and for the damned war that had taken so many lives.

"bring it on!"

The boy roared.

A final, resolute determination burned within his golden pupils.

Instead of retreating, he faced the descending giant hand and assumed a charging stance.

Even if it means death, we must bite off a piece of flesh from this monster!

The giant hand crashed down.