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

The two burst out of the clouds, their vision suddenly widening and turning crimson.

If what they had just seen on the ground was only a corner of the war, then what was now unfolding before Hoshino and Hoshino was a hellish panorama that would suffocate any rational person.

The sky over Luofu seemed to have been torn apart.

Countless starships swarmed through the air like locusts, their trails of flame forming a dense, impenetrable net of fire.

They hovered, swooped, and fired in the air, then turned into scrap metal in a series of dazzling explosions, carrying the pilots' remains as they plummeted to the earth.

On the ground, tens of thousands of Cloud Cavalry soldiers formed battle formations, their spears like a forest and their swords like snowflakes.

They were faced with an endless stream of monstrous creatures, seemingly pouring forth from the depths of hell.

The monsters roared and howled, their limbs regenerating and their flesh multiplying, each charge accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bones shattering.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with gunpowder smoke, burnt flesh, and that unique, nauseatingly rich stench.

The smell was so thick it felt like some kind of solid substance, blocking my nasal passages and making it hard to breathe.

"This... is the chaos of a fleeting moment."

Xing gripped the flaming spear tightly, his brow furrowed.

Even though Pinocchio had witnessed that grand spectacle, and even though Arillow had seen the cruelty of eternal winter, in the face of such a truly meat grinder-like interstellar war, the power of an individual still seemed insignificant and pale.

"Don't space out."

Hoshi's voice was calm and composed.

She was not intimidated by the horrific scene.

As a time traveler, as someone burdened with the power of "the end," she had seen a future even more hopeless than this.

"Looking for someone."

"Mirror Flow, Drinking Moon, White Jade".

"Especially Bai Heng."

Two streaks of light raced across the battlefield.

㳉星 pushed his senses to the extreme.

She discerned and sifted through countless chaotic scents.

The stench of the monstrous creatures, the bloodlust of the Cloud Riders, and that... aura belonging to the strong, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

"There!"

The star suddenly pointed to the northwest side of the battlefield.

There was a dazzling white streak of light, like lightning piercing the night, tearing a gap in the dense tide of monstrous creatures.

That's sword energy.

Extremely cold, extremely fast, and extremely sharp sword energy.

Wherever it passed, the air froze and the monstrous things shattered. Even those monsters with immortal bodies were like fragile ice sculptures before this sword energy, crumbling at the slightest touch.

"It's Mirror Flow!"

Hoshino's eyes lit up.

That movement technique, that aura—it could only be attributed to the Sword Master of Luofu.

"Walk!"

The two of them twisted their bodies and swooped down towards the white streak of light.

……

In the center of the battlefield.

The longsword in Jingliu's hand was already stained red with blood and frozen into frost by the cold air.

Her white dress was stained with bloodstains resembling plum blossoms—the blood of the enemy, and perhaps some of her own.

But her eyes remained clear.

In those amber eyes, there was no madness, no weariness, only a calmness and killing intent as deep as ancient ice.

At this time, she had not yet been corrupted by the demonic body, nor had she experienced that heart-wrenching breakup.

She is the pride of the Cloud Cavalry, the sharpest blade on this battlefield.

"die."

Jing Liu let out a low shout.

With a swing of his longsword, a crescent-shaped sword aura swept out, instantly clearing out dozens of monstrous creatures in the fan-shaped area in front of him.

Just then.

Two powerful auras suddenly entered her perception range.

Extremely fast.

And it carried a scent that she found extremely repulsive and sensitive to.

"Abundant?"

Jingliu's brows furrowed suddenly.

She sensed it.

That rich, even purer life force than those monstrous creatures.

Was that a blessing from the apothecary? Or some kind of more advanced mutation?

Whichever it is.

This aura appeared on her battlefield.

There is only one outcome.

cut!

Jingliu did not hesitate at all.

She didn't even look up to see who it was.

The body reacted instinctively.

With a heavy stomp of his toes on the ground, he shot forward like an arrow, rushing towards the two streaks of light that were swooping down.

The longsword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"The ephemeral beauty of the epiphyllum... arises and vanishes!"

A sword was swung out.

Heaven and earth faded.

Time seemed to freeze around them with that one sword strike.

The frost that filled the sky gathered into a giant, blooming epiphyllum, with a beauty that could destroy everything, completely enveloping the stars and the planets.

"Holy crap?!"

As Xing swooped down, he felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

Are those friendly forces?

This is clearly a boss who unleashes a powerful attack the moment we meet!

"Master! We're on the same side!"

Xing shouted and raised his Flame Spear to try to block.

But that sword energy was too fast.

So fast that even the sound can't keep up.

At this critical moment.

A hand reached out.

Hoshi stood in front of Hoshi.

Faced with a sword strike powerful enough to cleave mountains, she neither retreated nor dodged.

The newborn right hand suddenly opened.

In his palm, the golden "End" rune spun wildly, colliding violently with the blooming ice flower.

Sizzle—!!!

The ear-piercing sound of energy friction resounded through the sky.

Gold and white collided violently and annihilated in the air.

The shockwave rippled outwards, sending the surrounding monsters and Cloud Cavalry flying.

Hoshi's hand trembled slightly.

A bone-chilling coldness came from my palm, and even a thin layer of frost spread up my fingertips.

As expected of the Mirror Style.

As expected of the Sword Master who was already ridiculously strong even before he went mad.

If someone else had taken that blow, they would probably have been cleaved in two.

"Excellent swordsmanship."