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

"It's been a long time since I've been back."

Bronya looked at the familiar street with a complicated expression.

She was once the heir to the highly respected Great Guardian here.

Now, he's a defector.

"Stop sighing."

Seele hid the scythe under her cloak and cautiously scanned her surroundings.

"We're wanted criminals now. You may be shameless, but I don't want to be dragged back and paraded through the streets by the Iron Guards."

"Seele, you..." Bronya glared at her.

"What happened up ahead?"

Dan Heng, who had been silent all along, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, a crowd had gathered in front of the notice board in the administrative district square.

Everyone was pointing and whispering.

You can vaguely hear words like "wanted", "outsider", and "heinous".

"Let's go take a look."

Dan Heng said in a low voice.

"We just came up here and have no idea about the changes that have occurred in the past few days."

"We might be able to find out information about Cripperburg from there."

The group nodded and carefully blended into the crowd, squeezing to the front.

The group lowered their hat brims and carefully blended into the crowd.

Squeeze to the front.

I looked up.

"..."

Dead silence.

Everyone fell silent.

Four wanted posters were pasted on the wall.

That art style...

How so?

All I can say is...

Extremely abstract.

It's practically like a kindergarten art class assignment, but a failing one.

The first one.

The painting depicts a man with short black hair and dead fish eyes.

His facial features were distorted as if he had been run over by a road roller.

That's... Dan Heng?

the second one.

That was a...

It depicts a character with pink hair, a wide grin, and a hand raised in a peace sign...

Children with intellectual disabilities.

Below, three large characters were prominently displayed:

March 7th

"..."

March 7th stared at the painting.

I stared at it for a full ten seconds.

then.

"collapse!"

A string in her mind snapped.

"Who...who drew this?!"

"Who drew this?!"

"I'm so cute! So youthful and invincible!"

"How...how could you draw me like this?!"

She pointed at the pink match head with only three hairs, trembling with anger.

"This is a personal attack! It's defamation! It's spreading rumors!!"

"I'm going to sue him! I'm going to sue him!!"

"Shh——!!"

Dan Heng was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

They covered March 7's mouth with a hand and forcibly dragged her out of the crowd.

"Do you want to lure all the Iron Guards here?!" Dan Heng hissed.

"Ugh!! (But it's so ugly!!)"

March 7th was still struggling desperately, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You look really ugly, Danheng! Look at that mouth! It's split all the way to her ears!"

"Bear with it."

Dan Heng remained expressionless.

"and……"

Seele, standing beside her, sneered, clutching her scythe, her tone surprisingly carrying a hint of... relief.

"Actually... this is fine too."

"Pretty good?" March 7th's eyes widened.

"yes."

Seele pointed to those abstract masterpieces.

"At least now we can walk freely on the street."

"after all……"

"Looking at these paintings..."

"I doubt even their own mothers would recognize who this is."

"..."

March 7th paused for a moment.

like……

That makes sense?

"call……"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

indeed.

This wanted poster is drawn so ridiculously, who can recognize it?

"Ouch……"

Just then.

An old, hoarse voice came from the side.

An elderly man, leaning on a cane, with a wrinkled face and wearing reading glasses, walked by unsteadily.

He stopped in his tracks.

Those cloudy eyes.

He scanned the crowd.

From Danheng to Seele.

Sweep from Seele to March 7th.

At last……

Deadly.

The moment was frozen in time...

At the very back of the line.

The one wrapped in a coat, a scarf, and wearing two huge iron gloves...

On the star's body.

"..."

The old man squinted his eyes.

I stared at the star for a full five seconds.

then.

He suddenly raised the cane in his hand.

He spoke in a loud, powerful voice that was completely out of character for his age.

He shouted at the surrounding guards:

"Help! Someone, come here!!!"

"The wanted criminal is here!!!!"

"..."

"..."

The entire audience was stunned.

The guards were stunned.

The passersby were stunned.

The entire train crew was completely dumbfounded.

How...how could you recognize that?!

Does this old man have supernatural eyes?!

Or is there some hidden meaning behind that arrest warrant?!

"You're talking nonsense!"

March 7th is the first to disagree.

She was furious and rushed up to the wall, tearing down the wanted poster that belonged to her.

Then he rushed to the old man.

Place that painting and your own face side by side.

"Sir! What makes you think I'm a wanted criminal?!"

"Look carefully!!"

March 7th pointed to his own face, then to the painting.

"Does this thing... look like me?!"

"How does it resemble it?!"

"I'm a beautiful girl! Not this... this... pink-haired monkey!!"

The old man calmly adjusted his reading glasses.

He glanced at March 7th.

I glanced at the painting again.

He shook his head expressionlessly.

"you?"

The old man stretched out his withered hand and pushed away March 7's face.

"You little rascal... I didn't recognize you."

"They really don't look alike."

"Then you..." March 7th was stunned, "Then why did you call me a wanted criminal?"

The old man did not answer.

He raised his cane again.

That trembling wooden stick crossed the seventh day of the third month and crossed Danheng.

Unwavering.

It pointed to that...

I kept trying to shrink myself into the scarf...

star.

"but……"

Although the old man's voice was aged, it conveyed a sense of world-weariness and wisdom.

"I've lived in Belleburg for decades, this old man."

"I've seen all sorts of strange and unusual things."

"Whether it's the monsters from the rift, the robots, or even those underground rats..."

"but……"

The old man pointed to Xing's shoulder, which was exposed outside the scarf and covered with white bone spurs.

"Only..."

"I've never seen...that thing before."

Everyone looked in the direction the old man was pointing.

All I saw was...

Because of the chaos and crowding just now.

Xing's heavy coat slipped down a little.

A corner of her left shoulder was revealed.

There.

Several sharp, gleaming white bone spurs pierced the skin and were exposed to the sunlight.

and.

Because of the previous bone removal procedure.

The skin nearby was still covered in dark golden scabs, and there was that unsettling, inhuman...

A sense of heterogeneity.

"..."

Xing lowered her head.

I looked at the bone spur on my shoulder.

Then he looked at the terrified eyes around him.

She raised her head blankly.

Those golden eyes were filled with innocence.

……

"Over there!!"

"Catch them!!"

The Silvermane Iron Guards in the distance had already reacted and charged over with their spears raised.

"It's over."

Dan Heng slapped his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.

"What are you waiting for?!"

Seele pulled Bronya up, the scythe already in her hand.

"Run!!!"