Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

If the magazine hadn't blown up, they wouldn't have heard such big news.

Jingyuan: !

Danheng: !

“Kids, it’s best not to report this kind of news. If you do, I’ll be in a real bind.”

“They are Qiong’s employees. I’ll tell him not to mess around.”

"Oh, so they're soldiers brought out by Galaxy Batman. By the way, have you seen Yao Guang?"

Dan Heng looked bewildered. "Yao Guang? General Yu Que? She's here too?"

Jing Yuan looked around at the surroundings. "Hiss, I've never seen this before... This is troublesome. She shouldn't be... buried under these ruins, right?"

The silent Black Sun spoke up: "No, there is no living matter under the ruins. The people in this area left yesterday."

Jing Yuan glanced at Hei Ri, that familiar face, and asked uncertainly, "Bai E? You look a little off. Is this your new power?"

"For now... never mind. Let him tell you."

Black Sun logged out, White Calamity logged in successfully.

Dan Heng looked at Bai E, who had turned back to normal, and asked, "Bai E, what happened to you just now?"

"That was another version of me, one that can't be explained in a few words. You could interpret it as another ending for me? Or, the darkness of sunset—black..."

Black Sun kicked the account with one click, while White Calamity refused to log off. The two began a battle of wits, each with their own left and right brain.

"Don't give me such an embarrassing name!"

"What? Didn't we always like this kind of thing?"

"That's right, but could you please not read it aloud in front of so many people?"

"It's alright, we have a bunch of partners too. Even Dan Heng has the Heavenly Azure Dragon, we can totally have two cool nicknames. One body, two souls, two nicknames, isn't that great?"

"Can you be a little more mature, Caislana?"

“We are one body with two souls. According to the complementary attribute setting, since you are mature and steady, I should be youthful and energetic. If we are both lifeless, there will be no difference.”

Do you think my red eyes aren't distinctive enough?

"I can also change my eye color."

"I don't care, just don't give me a weird name."

"The darkness of the setting sun, the Dark Knight, what's so strange about that?"

"Then you are the rising sun, the Knight of Light? What's so strange about that? Kauslana, be normal."

“I don’t find it strange. Aren’t you also from Caislana?”

Black Sun: ......

Dan Heng and Jing Yuan remained silent, while Undying Path and Silver Wolf kept quiet.

Silver Wolf never expected that someone could interact with her dark side like this. Why did that person always try to possess her?

Although it seems that the game is completely over for her now.

But she just couldn't understand why a goofball could defeat her with eight swords.

It's one thing to kill her instantly, but the problem is that it wasn't just her who was killed instantly, it was her in her final, unfinished state.

Could it be that there are differences between the final forms?

She hadn't really wanted to think about this question, since the aura of Black Sun was completely different from that of White Calamity, and the Blood Sword was emitting black energy.

With her blackened form becoming ten times stronger, plus her sudden burst of power, it's normal for her to be instantly killed.

But now she can't accept it, because Bai E didn't actually turn evil. They're just two goofballs. It's just that the one in black is a bit pretentious.

The power she gained through her descent into darkness was destroyed by a goofy swordsman.

If Hei Ri could maintain his ruthless and taciturn persona for even a little longer, she wouldn't break down.

But it was precisely after she destroyed her cassette tape that her persona was ruined.

Chapter 796 The History of King Forging

(I'm going to give King Forge a really wild backstory, and I have a feeling that within three months of me writing this, King Forge's backstory will be revealed. I've already learned my lesson from this.)

Fate's Narrow Passage - Destruction

Nanuk's black sun hung high at the top, below which lay the destroyed phantoms and the turbulent, evaporating golden blood.

Trillions of golden prisons exploded and boiled throughout the entire space. Each explosion of a golden prison would create even more golden prisons, which would then continue to explode due to the chain reaction caused by the explosion.

Golden blood burned out in the air, and the illusory soldier met his end amidst brilliance.

The light slowly swallowed the brilliant radiance, while the King Forged was already enraged.

The forger forges all things into weapons of destruction; there is no difference between the craftsman and the material.

The cornerstone of preservation is forged into a weapon that destroys everything, and the belief in preservation is transformed into hatred for imprisonment.

The King is not merely a craftsman; He is the king of all craftsmen, the freedom beneath the high walls.

If people are born to be confined within walls, then the so-called freedom is nothing but a joke.

Within the sealed-off enclosure, everything is labeled with a ridiculous price tag; it once sold everything in exchange for a sliver of life beneath the high walls.

The pupils that once met the eyes of the guardian are the most valuable part.

That is the cornerstone of preservation, the cornerstone that is secondarily observed by preservation.

But for it, the significance of its eyes is merely to see the enemy clearly.

Once it's safe, sell it. As the last bargaining chip for a planet, it's time to cash in once it wins the war orchestrated by the company.

The slightly damaged movement, along with its protected alloy horseshoes, is powerful enough to support the hydraulic system of a steel behemoth weighing tens of millions of tons...

Everything has been sold.

It turned into scrap metal and fell silent in the sands of history.

It won the battle for another planet's chips, but the winner's outcome was still the same as the loser's.

The children it once protected have grown up and become slaves of the company.

Without legs, how can one escape? Shackled, how can one resist?

But all of this has nothing to do with it; it is merely the planet's last bargaining chip, the chip used to win the war.

Moreover, it has now been hollowed out.

Year after year, era after era. When the iron hooves of destruction trod into the company's desolate planet, a planetary-level forge, driven by flesh and blood, was forged in golden blood.

The flames of destruction were so warm that it felt itself melting, merging with those it had "saved," their descendants, and generations of those it had "protected."

The forging of destruction removed the impurities, leaving only the hatred of generations of people for the inaction and indifference of the company.

He saw many things in the blood and fire, as if the visual system that had been sold had returned to His eyes.

The child who ran and jumped in the golden firelight was transformed into a hateful vengeful spirit in just a short moment, invading His consciousness.

The legs were burned and necrotic, the furnace was dark and the blood was burned before it could even flow to the ground.

A person's life makes it feel oppressed and painful; as a machine, it seems to have human "feelings".

Before He could even savor this "emotion," the next hateful soul came rushing towards Him.

......

Year after year, century after century.

How much time has passed?

long time.

How long is "a long time"?

It is the time it takes for the Earth's core to transition from activity to stagnation.

It is the time it takes for a child to live out their life, turn into yellow earth, and be forged into high-pressure glass.

It is the time when a point of great strategic energy value is turned into a discarded pawn.

When it has tasted the last flavor of life, its flesh and blood have become one with its hometown.

The protector and the protected are indistinguishable.

The slaves willingly entered the prison of hatred.

He is no longer it, no longer a bargaining chip.

He is the origin of all wills imprisoned to death, and of hatred toward preservation.

If we return to the present, Nanook has long since become one with the high-hanging sun.

The wrecked remains await reshaping in the crucible of war.

The Great Lord of Annihilation? He doesn't care about that title. He only wants to destroy the tiger behind the fox's false pretense of power.

When the tiger's dignity is shattered, the fox can only tuck its tail between its legs and await its death.

......

Two-Phase Paradise —

"Bai'er, did you two have a fight?"

Qiong broke the silence except for Bai E and Hei Ri. He looked at Bai E's eyes, which were half blue and half red, and at his own muttering.

He could roughly guess what Bai E's current situation was.

"A contradiction? Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with this guy. Let him call me whatever he wants. Anyway, he'll forget about it as soon as he turns his back."

"I will never forget! Dark Knight!"

"Me too, Knight of Light!"

Qiong: ......

"I suddenly thought of something. It seems like there's more than one soul inside me. Could this happen if I've been suppressing it for too long? Maybe I should let them come out and have some fun for me?"