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

Belleburg, District Square.

Snow stopped.

Thin rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and fell upon the city that had just experienced a catastrophe.

In the center of the square.

An extremely magnificent statue stands in the cold wind.

That was a...

Damaged.

It was tragic.

Yet she was so sacred that one dared not look directly at her... a young girl.

The sculptor was clearly a ruthless person.

I don't know who told him about that battle, but the statue was sculpted in a truly horrific way.

The image freezes on—

Xing was pinned to the wall by three ice spears.

The left arm was empty, and the severed area even showed the stark white bone fragments.

His chest was pierced, leaving a shocking hole.

but.

Her head remained held high.

On that blood-stained face, at the corner of the mouth...

It even carried a hint of...

A contemptuous, mocking laugh at the gods.

And on the base of the statue.

Inscribed in Berlberg's oldest and most solemn script is a line of text:

She offered her life as a sacrifice, in exchange for the warmth of the sun remaining unchanged.

"salute--!!"

Jepard's hoarse roar echoed throughout the square.

"Whoosh—!!"

Thousands of Silvermane Iron Guards simultaneously removed their helmets and knelt on one knee.

The sound of armored vehicles hitting the ground was like muffled thunder.

And not far from the statue.

Beside a temporary coffin, covered with pure white snow lotus flowers.

The people from the Starry Sky Train, along with the Earthfire members from the lower level, were gathered there.

March 7's eyes were swollen like two peaches, and his voice was hoarse. He could only lean against Himeko's chest and sob silently.

Himeko did not speak.

She simply gazed quietly at the figure covered in white cloth on the coffin.

That hand...

The severed arm, still wearing the iron glove, had been carefully placed back next to the empty sleeve on March 7th.

It looks... just like it's still there.

Walter leaned on his cane, his back slightly hunched.

He looked at the statue, then at the "corpse" on the ground, and let out a heavy sigh.

"...Is this the price of pioneering?"

And what's most unsettling is...

It's still Danheng.

He was like a ghost who had lost his soul.

They stayed by the coffin's side without leaving it for a moment.

Those blue eyes held no light, no tears, only a deathly emptiness.

He just stared intently at that piece of white cloth.

It was as if as long as he stared at it long enough.

The person below... will, as usual, suddenly throw off the covers and, expressionless, start gnawing on a piece of earth marrow stone.

but.

No.

The wind blew through the white cloth, outlining the silhouette of the mangled body beneath.

Not moving at all.

……

"Gentlemen..."

Bronya broke the silence.

The newly appointed Great Guardian also had tears in his eyes at this moment.

She looked at Xing's "body," her voice trembling, but she tried her best to remain solemn.

"star……"

"She is Belloberg's benefactor."

"He is our...savior."

"Her achievements, her sacrifices... will be forever etched in the annals of the city builders, enduring through wind and snow."

Bronya took a deep breath, turned to look at Himeko and Welt, hesitated for a moment, and then made the suggestion.

"Although... it may be a bit presumptuous."

"But I hope..."

"To allow her to...stay here."

"He is buried... beneath this statue."

"To be worshipped for all ages."

"May the people of Belloborg, generation after generation... remember her kindness."

This is an honor.

It was a treatment that surpassed even that of a Great Guardian, almost a "god-like" treatment.

Upon hearing the word "burial" on March 7th, his body trembled violently, and he buried his head even deeper.

Walter pushed up his glasses, about to say something.

……

……

dark.

The boundless darkness.

The consciousness of the star is like a lone boat adrift in the deep sea.

"Sizzle..."

in vivo.

The star core was currently releasing energy wildly inside her.

I'm so full.

I'm so full.

The energy was overflowing, rampaging through her withered meridians.

This caused her bodily functions to overload, forcing her into a state of forced hibernation.

In other words, what is commonly known as—

I'm so full (crossed out)

"Well……"

Xing vaguely regained some consciousness.

very noisy.

It's so noisy outside.

Who is speaking?

Hearing gradually returned.

Although her eardrums hadn't fully healed, she still managed to pick up some keywords.

"……Savior……"

"……sacrifice……"

"...Stay here..."

"...buried beneath the statue..."

"...to be worshipped for eternity..."

"???"

Three question marks slowly appeared in Xing's mind.

and many more.

葬？

埋？

worship?

"no……"

Xing was internally ranting and raving.

"I'm not dead?!"

"I just ate too much and took a nap!!"

"Who wants to be some kind of savior!"

"Who wants to be buried under a statue?!"

"and……"

Xing felt her body.

Although I can't move, and I'm still numb.

but……

warm.

The energy of the star core is frantically repairing her body.

The broken spine is regenerating.

Even the stomach pierced by the ice gun was slowly healing.

I estimate that if she rests quietly for a while, she'll recover.

"no……"

Xing was getting anxious.

"I can't sleep anymore."

"If I keep sleeping... I'll really get buried!"

"He wasn't killed by Cocolia, but instead buried alive by his own people! That's just too ridiculous."

"Get moving..."

"Get moving!!!"

Xing used all her strength.

Trying to control one's own body.

at last.

Under the burst of her willpower.

Her facial nerves received a faint signal.

The corner of the mouth.

Extremely difficult, extremely subtle...

It twitched.

……

……

It moved!

A gasp of surprise rang out from the deathly silent crowd.

It's Sambo.

The sixth brother stood to the side the whole time, his eyes fixed on Xing.

It wasn't because he was particularly affectionate.

It's because... he felt guilty!

He always felt that this guy wouldn't die.

After all, he had personally witnessed this guy trying to capture him.

It came up with a snap.

Without a moment's hesitation, he dislocated his shoulder on his own!

He was a ruthless person who pulled out his own bones and used them as sticks in the lower levels.

Is this something a carbon-based organism could do?

How could a creature that crawled out of hell die so easily?

Sambo didn't believe it.

So he kept staring at it.

then.

He saw it.

The corner of that mouth covered by the white cloth really... twitched!

"Hey everyone!!"

Sambo jumped up excitedly and pointed at the coffin, shouting.

"I just saw her move!!"

"His lips! His lips twitched! Really!!"

"..."