Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Away Wuzhan at the Beginning

"And the things they mentioned about 'beginning' and 'end'... Ellie, doesn't that sound familiar to you?"

"As for [Origin] and [End], of course I know. As the [Hersher of Origin], of course I understood it right away. But the difference between Izumo and Earth is still very obvious. Although there are many similarities, Kevin... they can't be compared, okay?" Alicia smiled coquettishly.

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Blade teeth.

“High high high Takamahara—!!”

Tokugawa was completely shocked. Although he had noticed that many buildings in Izumo Province were very similar to those in Japan, when the Japanese mythology Takama-ga-hara was mentioned, even though Tokugawa Mitsunari had seen countless ups and downs in his life, his brain suddenly short-circuited.

Takama-ga-hara is the place where Amaterasu Omikami is said to rule, and it is also the place where the gods live. This is undoubtedly a native Japanese mythology system, and it is clearly written in the "Kojiki". How could it really exist outside the earth?

"Miyamoto Musashi, what do you think...?" Tokugawa was so nervous that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Although equally shocked, Miyamoto Musashi did not show the same loss of composure as Tokugawa. After learning this fact, he even remained expressionless. He held his chin in his hand and pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "This is interesting... isn't it?"

"Interesting?! What's interesting about it?"

"This means the Izumo people came to Earth many years ago and passed on their myths to us. To the Izumo people back then, we were probably no different from uncivilized 'primitives'. But to us, they, coming from outer space, were undoubtedly 'gods', and the gods' words must be passed down."

"You're saying... our myths are fake, spread by aliens?" Tokugawa felt his teeth chattering. "How, how is this possible?"

Miyamoto Musashi remained expressionless. "So what? Didn't our writing, calligraphy, and tea ceremony also come from a neighboring country? It's just a myth...it's nothing to be surprised about."

"Besides, from what they say, the gods of Takama-ga-hara have fallen. It seems that even these high and mighty gods can be killed." Miyamoto Musashi smiled meaningfully. "Can a being that can be killed... still be worthy of being called a god?"

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"The girl's blade drew a cold arc of light."

"That strike wasn't flashy, nor was it violent. It was as light as moonlight brushing across water—yet it caused an entire mountain, built of thousands of swords, to crumble in an instant."

"So, do you still remember... why Izumo forged the sword?"

"For a lie, an end that never existed. We have already stepped into its shadow, and with every step forward, there is no turning back."

The girl gazed silently at the devastated Izumo Kingdom before her, at the pitch-black "Great Sun" in the sky. She slowly drew her broken sword, a stream of blood and tears streaming down her fair cheeks, dripping onto the hilt... The bright red tear transformed into a slender, blood-red blade, which she held firmly in her hand.

"Until the final [Sword] is forged—[Nothing]."

"The girl's red horn shattered and dissipated like weathered ruby, her waist-length hair fading as it drifted, finally turning a snowy white. Silently, she raised her head and swung her long sword one last time, a flash of crimson light, straight towards the black sun that could never be touched, never reached."

"She vaguely seemed to see the twelve imperial swords in their former forms, appearing one after another amidst the clouds, like a floating world painting, before finally being engulfed and swallowed by the deeper red."

"I know this world is as fleeting as the dew, but, but..."

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The Valkyrie of the End.

"What do you mean, Susanoo? In the sky, you, your sister Amaterasu, and all the other gods have fallen, you know?"

Loki looked at the tall and burly man beside him with a playful look on his face.

Susanoo - the hero who killed the Yamata no Orochi in Japanese mythology. The "Sword of Ame-no-Musuko" he took out from the tail of the snake is one of the three great sacred treasures of Japan, and of course it is also the weapon he relies on most.

He put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. "I'm dead? Hahaha... That's impossible, right? Not to mention that my sister is alive and well, even I have to go out and fight on the side of the gods."

Susanoo waved his hand, and after laughing twice at the other party, he sat back in his seat alone.

Before I knew it, cold sweat...had soaked my whole body.

What's going on with this sky curtain? Is it a prophecy of Takamagahara's doomsday? How could a god fall? This kind of incoherent prophecy is so irresponsible.

(Sister, you're not really believing this, are you?! Why is it necessary to spread a prophecy that will cause panic among the gods at this time? Ahhh, although the humans look impressive, they have no chance of truly defeating me, right?)

(I remember my opponent was Okita Souji, a small guy... Could the "God-fallen Takama-hara" mentioned in the sky be a sign that I would lose? Tsk, it's best not to believe in such pre-match morale-sapping stuff.)

A bean-sized bead of sweat slid down Susanoo's forehead.

The Fall of Gods...

You're not talking about him...right?

Chapter 425 2.2 Master Pinocchio (One Hundred and Six)

Dragon clan.

The interior of the He room at the headquarters of the Sheqi Eight Clan was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Aside from the missing Uesugi Erie, the other seven family heads knelt at the dark conference table, each with an untouched cup of tea in front of them. Minamoto no Chisei sat at the head of the table, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the sheath of his Spider-Skiri blade. Kneeling before him was a white-haired elder—Tachibana Masamune. He knelt before a folding screen depicting the War of Gods from the Kojiki, his gentle gaze sweeping over each face.

"Did everyone see this?" Tachibana Masamune's voice was like freshly warmed sake. "The legend of Takama-ga-hara...appeared in Izumo."

"Well, not only that, a huge dragon head appeared in the sky, and its head was pierced by a sword named 'Ming', punishing it with thunder..." The corners of Fuma Kotaro's eyes twitched slightly - countless bold... even terrifying ideas had indeed just burst out in his mind, but he didn't know how to start.

"The legend of Takama-ga-hara..." Ryoma Genichirō clenched his sleeves. "What if those are not legends, but facts?"

Tachibana Masamune picked up the teacup in front of him and blew on it gently: "...Your Excellency may wish to continue."

"Everyone, my opinion is simple. This involves the origin of hybrids—we all know the history of the birth of hybrids, but the history of the birth of dragons is never mentioned. My personal theory is that all dragons on Earth are descendants of the Immortals. One of them came to Izumo Province, but was killed by the Izumo people, and created the legend of Takamagahara... After that, they came to Earth again, bringing dragons and legends with them—this is our origin."

Fuma Kotaro was shocked. Ryoma Genichirō's idea matched his own perfectly. But the room was completely silent, with only the sound of Tachibana Masamune's gentle cough.

This conjecture is so shocking that it not only subverts the tradition of Japanese Shintoism, but will also affect hybrids all over the world... If the history of dragons really comes true, then they are the product of hybridization between alien dragons and humans.

"It doesn't feel real." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly sighed, and the tense atmosphere in the room finally eased a little, and some discussions from other family heads also emerged.

"This is ridiculous. It's not just unreal. It's completely and undeniably false."

"I also think it's impossible, but I do agree that the origin of the dragon race is [Immortality]."

"But the architecture of Izumo Province has many similarities with Japan. How do you explain this?"

"Ahem...why don't you tell me what you think?"

"..."

"Quiet, everyone."

Tachibana Masamune tapped the edge of the table lightly with his index finger. The crisp sound drowned out all the discussions, and the heads of the families in the Japanese-style room suddenly quieted down.

"This incident has caused the whole of Japan to boil over. From the Prime Minister to the Emperor, to the people, to the gangs... everything is in chaos." Tachibana Masamune seemed to have grown older. As the patriarch of the Snake Eight Families, his energy and spirit seemed to have been drained away in an instant... turning him from a confident and calm mixed-race person into an old man in his twilight years.

"The shock in the sky... really caught me off guard."

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"The Starry Sky Train is 12 system hours away from the opening of the Harmony Ceremony."

"Breaking news from our station: The countdown to the Pinocchio Harmony Festival has begun. With the ticking of the clock boy, in 12 system hours, the festival will usher in its grand opening..."

"Inside the observation car of the Starry Sky Train, the air seemed to have solidified."

"Bothio's revolver gleamed coldly, the barrel pointed straight at Danheng's brow. His cowboy hat was pulled low, its brim obscuring the upper half of his face, revealing only his tense jaw and shark teeth."

Pam nervously urged, "I told you! We can talk it over if there's anything!"

"Excuse me, my furry little fellow, I have something urgent to do, and I have no choice but to ask you for a small favor in this way."

"Since you know what you're doing..." Dan Heng stood still, not even pulling out Jiyun, staring coldly at him, "I must remind you of the risks of doing this."

"Brother, why are you being so aggressive? You're just pulling this thing out to say hello, right?"

Dan Heng spoke word by word, "For the last time, state your identity and purpose."

"My name is Poteo, and I'm a Sea Ranger." Poteo raised his head slightly, a confident smile playing on his lips.

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Spell return battle.

"He's the one who was on the phone with Black Swan, right?" Glass exhaled a long puff of cigarette smoke. "The voice is exactly the same, but, uh... a little more aggressive than I expected."

"Offensive? How can you describe it?" Mingming couldn't help but laugh.

"He's just... handsome and a little arrogant? Anyway, he's my type."

"…say something that's not to your taste."

"Except for Mr. Walter, all the others are fine. I don't like people who are older, smarter, and have children."

"Doesn't that just reject 90% of the people? Wait, this Poteo..."

Mingming seemed to have discovered something. She pushed aside the white braids from her face and looked at Poteo carefully. Only then did she realize that the other person was completely mechanical... This Poteo was not human at all!

Is he a cyborg? The way he speaks is very different from that of Screw-Gum. Screw-Gum sounds like a robot, but this one is obviously much more lively.

"A cowboy roaming the galaxy, kind of interesting... His method of attack is a gun? Isn't that a bit too plain and simple?"

After witnessing Huang Quan's battlefield performance of blasting gold sand with one sword and Liuying exploding stars with her own hands, Mingming felt that this cowboy threatening Long Zun with a revolver was indeed a bit humorous.

But she didn't dare to judge the other party's strength easily. After all, the Patrol Ranger had left a great reputation in the galaxy, and it must have relied on more than just a revolver barrel.

But if he saw Huang Quan's strength in drawing the sword, would he still think of shooting her head off?

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"Sea Ranger?" Dan Heng asked, somewhat stunned.

"Potio couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Really? You look like you've seen a ghost. You think we're all dead, right? Haha! Indeed, that's the downside of being out of sight for too long."

"The [Hunter] chivalrous group wouldn't hijack the Star Train."

"I haven't even committed a hijacking yet. Talking to someone with a gun is considered 'hijacking'?"

Pam's voice immediately trailed off: "Probably... it's considered Pam."

"With all due respect, there are many rumors circulating in the galaxy about the current state of the Rangers, and they're not exactly good stories. I find it hard to believe you." Dan Heng stared at him warily.

"This is hilarious! These idiots are making up stories that are getting more and more outrageous. They even say that all the Sea Rangers have been transformed into gibbons by Dr. Primordial and are now swinging on a swing in some ravine."

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Is it wrong to seek encounters in a dungeon?

"Dr. Primal... This isn't the first time I've heard this name. I remember him being a member of the Genius Club, and he didn't seem to have a good relationship with the others."

In Bell's impression, even the geniuses Screwgoom and Black Tower were quite disgusted with him, and were even unwilling to cooperate with him in simulating the universe.

"'Not very close' isn't the right word. He seems to be a wanted target of the Sea Patrols. It's a life-or-death situation," Lilyluka said calmly. "Although the Sea Patrols vary in strength, his judgment is probably correct. He can transform people into gibbons... perhaps he's engaged in some heinous magical research."

Chapter 426 2.2 Master Pinocchio (One Hundred and Seven)

"Magic? I don't think there's a concept called 'magic' in their world, right? But turning people into monkeys... Tsk tsk, this doctor really has a bad taste. It seems the Master of Knowledge has a rather unique taste in selecting people." Welf gently shook his beer glass. "I thought geniuses were all good people."

"If we judge purely by ordinary people's moral standards, the closest thing to a 'good guy' among geniuses is probably the robot, Grum. And if a genius were to commit evil, the destruction they would bring would be so devastating that even Illusion would be ashamed."

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"Of course, I know you won't believe it. So, similarly, I can't easily believe that you are the real Nameless Guest."

"Faced with Potio's distrust, Danheng didn't even give him time to continue. He turned around and walked behind him. As the other party was stunned, he showed him a piece of jade."

"Do you recognize this thing?"

"Huh? This is—his precious, the Jade Omen of Alliance?! Did Xianzhou really give this to you?!" Potio's eyes suddenly widened."

"This is the jade omen gifted to the train by General Luofu Jingyuan. Its presence on the train serves as the Immortal Boat Alliance's certification of the Starry Sky Train's identity," Dan Heng asked coldly. "Is that enough?"

"...Alright, kid." Poteo sighed, twirling the revolver between his fingers before casually slipping it into his pocket. "No matter how vast the Milky Way is, a simple grip will summon tens of thousands of Cloud Riders... Holy crap, how spectacular would that be?"

“Now it’s your turn.”

"Potio readily agreed. 'Come on, ask me whatever you want and see if my answers earn your trust. If you find anything suspicious, you can always let me go.'"

"Why should I cooperate with you?"

"If I were truly a Sea Ranger, you wouldn't be at any disadvantage by doing this."

"..." Dan Heng was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Tell me, what kind of organization is the Sea Patrol Rangers?"

"Potio chuckled softly. "Ha, brother, that's a difficult question. I can hardly even say we're an organization. We're all just on the path of the [Hunter], each with our own convictions about justice, and none of us are particularly...welcome to so-called [universal values]."

Dan Heng's expression grew more serious. "That kind of answer won't be trusted, and it will only put you in greater danger."

"I suppose you're asking about shared beliefs? But Sea Rangers don't need that. We're united by our shared principles." Poteo paused. "Don't bully the weak, don't kill innocent people... These vows aren't just lofty beliefs, they're the bottom lines that no one should cross."

"As Rangers, we respect the bottom line. Whenever anyone tries to cross it, the Patrol's revenge will come to us."