Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

"Sizzle—"

The images projected by Schwarz have finished playing.

Bronya's worldview.

It collapsed too.

"What... Mother, Mother knows about the existence of the Star Core!!"

Bronya felt that her faith over the past ten years was like a tower built on quicksand.

It collapsed in an instant.

She suddenly stood up, the movement so forceful that it overturned the chair behind her.

"no."

"I want to go back!!"

"I want to go back to the upper levels!"

"I'm going to Cripperburg!"

"I want to ask her myself...is all of this true?!"

She turned and was about to rush outside.

"go back?"

"You?"

A cold laugh suddenly rang out.

Seele, holding a scythe, leaned against the doorway, blocking Bronya's path.

He looked the disheveled young lady up and down, a sneer playing on his lips.

"Are you going back now to your death?"

"Get out of the way!!"

Bronya's eyes were red and her voice was hoarse.

"Even if it means death... I want to die on top of it!!"

"This is my responsibility!!"

Seele looked at her.

Looking at this fool who, even with his faith crumbling, still wants to take responsibility.

"..."

Seele sighed.

She slammed the sickle into the ground.

"What a...troublesome woman."

Seele turned around, her back to Bronya.

Although the voice was still awkward, the mocking tone had disappeared.

"Feed".

"Since you're going to your death..."

"Then... count me in."

Bronya was stunned: "You..."

"Don't misunderstand!"

Seele, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately retorted loudly, but the roots of her ears quietly turned red.

"I didn't do this for you!"

"That crazy woman... since she's connected to the Star Core."

"For the 'Earthfire'...for the children still suffering in the lower tiers..."

"I have to go up there and take care of that menace!"

Seele tightened her grip on the scythe, turned her face away, and dared not look Bronya in the eye.

"so……"

"I'll reluctantly... be your bodyguard."

"Snapped!"

A hand, still stained with oil, was raised high.

"We're here too!!"

March 7th, with a huge fried chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, shouted indistinctly.

"Let's go too!!"

"Our original purpose in coming here was to seal the star core!"

"Besides, now that you've all gone up there, how can we just watch our friends go to their deaths!"

Dan Heng sat to the side and elegantly wiped his mouth.

He glanced at Xing, who was still standing there, holding the oil drum and staring blankly.

He glanced at Bronya, who was caught up in her own excitement, once more.

He nodded.

Concise and economical with words:

"Companions".

Bronya looked at the group of people.

Looking at this group of... wanted criminals she had only recently met, and some of whom she had even pursued.

Looking at Seele, who is stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

Looking at the star who smashed himself to pieces to save her.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"you……"

Bronya lowered her head, her voice choked with emotion.

"……Thanks."

Late at night.

The hotel corridor was quiet.

Tomorrow morning, we need to go back to the upper zone through that blocked core passage.

A fierce battle is inevitable.

Everyone said goodnight to each other and went back to their rooms.

however.

One person did not return to their room.

Danheng.

He stood alone in the shadows deep in the corridor.

His face looked particularly gloomy in the darkness.

"..."

Danheng looked down at his hands.

then.

He slowly bent down.

A heavy, black toolbox was dragged out of the nearby storage room.

"Click".

The box was opened.

Inside was only a huge, rusty iron hammer.

There were also several large steel nails.

And a pair of...

It looks like something incredibly heavy, meant to restrain some kind of ferocious beast...

Stainless steel gloves.

Dan Heng stared at the gloves.

A flicker of struggle flashed in those blue eyes, but it was quickly replaced by absolute coldness.

"This can't go on... any longer."

Dan Heng muttered to himself in a low voice, then expressionlessly picked up the hammer and walked to the door of March 7th's room.

They just stood there quietly.

It was as if they were waiting for something.

A few seconds later.

The door opened.

It peeks out on the seventh day of the third month.

She had changed into her pajamas, but there was no sign of sleepiness on her face.

Instead, it carries a kind of...

The tragic heroism of "facing death as if returning home".

She glanced at the hammer in Danheng's hand.

He swallowed.

"Um... Danheng..."

March 7th's voice trembled slightly.

"Really... really do we have to do this?"

Dan Heng remained silent.

He merely glanced coldly at March 7th.

His eyes were cold.

There was no wavering whatsoever.

"Are you ready?"

Danheng's voice sounded like a judgment coming from hell.

March 7th took a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

He gritted his teeth.

"...Ready!"

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, a resolute glint in them.

"For the stars!"

"To prevent her from having another relapse!"

"Let's give it our all!!"

"Walk!"

Dan Heng waved his hand.

Carrying a hammer.

Carrying the date March 7th.

aggressively...

Towards the Star's Room...

I walked over.

The corridor lights flickered on and off.

The shadows of the two people were stretched very long.

Like two...

The executioner is about to carry out the execution.