nashuaworldcup Chapter 23 The Train Crew's Journey to Onfaros: Guess Who Didn't Come?
Chapter 23 The Train Crew's Journey to Onfaros: Guess Who Didn't Come?
More than a month has passed since that Qiong Guan Zhen deduction, which was conducted without a host and completely exposed forbidden memories.
The impact on Qingyuan was far deeper than expected.
For a whole month, she remained unusually quiet, while Xiao Bailu came almost every day.
He would share the new desserts, tell interesting stories about Dan Ding Si, and even quietly stay by her side, gently wrapping his tail around her wrist.
After a month of coaxing, the heavy gloom finally dissipated completely, and Qingyuan's face regained its vibrant color.
The most innocent victim was probably Jingyuan.
He finally managed to secure a relatively free space for his master, Jingliu, so that she could stay by Baiheng Yiling's side and maintain her mind with the power of Mengyin.
Unexpectedly, the horrific future he witnessed in the Qiong Guan Formation and the Rakshasa's "scheming" directly ignited the suppressed demonic energy and rage within Jing Liu.
She went to great lengths to storm into the guarded area and kill the Rakshasa. If Bai Heng hadn't been there to help suppress her, it might have caused a major disaster.
Finally, Qingyuan personally stepped forward to plead her case, and because the mess that Luosha had made was basically clear, the Qiongguan Formation couldn't deduce any details without the corresponding light cone.
The alliance leaders then transferred Rakshasa to the more heavily guarded Void Mausoleum.
As for Jingliu? Several stronger power seals were placed inside her body, and now she only retains her extraordinary physical attributes.
This was the result of Jing Yuan's extensive mediation, and even Chi Minglong Shi secretly helped to please Qing Yuan.
Jing Yuan was under tremendous pressure because of this, and if he continued to show favoritism, his position as general would probably be in jeopardy.
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On the eve of the train's departure, news began to arrive one after another.
As expected, after Qingque arrived in Pinocone, he received close "attention" from the "family".
She had barely stepped into the "Four Feet Church" when the "friend" who had greeted her was quickly taken away by the "Hound" family, ostensibly for "suspected illegal economic operations."
Subsequently, Qingque promoted the Imperial Jade at Pinocchio, and even used it as a basis to openly and happily slack off.
The explosive popularity of Di Yuan Qiong Yu far exceeded everyone's expectations, and Robin even specially kept Qing Que some extra time to discuss the details.
Xing was devastated—she hadn't been able to record the precious moment when Qingque might have shouted, "I am the essence condensed from the universe!"
When Qingyuan found out, she could only say: It's a pity. I'll record it for you. You can take it and read it.
Of course, the train crew did not bring Qingyuan on this exploration trip.
The decision to let her recuperate in peace was approved almost unanimously.
Only Xing suggested that a portion of the simulated universe could be "moved onto the train," but Black Tower ruthlessly rejected the idea, saying, "You wish!"
After the train departed, Danheng met the long-awaited visitor in his room—the projection of the Star Core Hunter, Silver Wolf.
"Hey, can you stop thinking about your dragon transformation technique all the time?" Silver Wolf sighed as soon as they met.
"When strength is insufficient, one must always seek other paths," Danheng replied calmly.
"If it weren't for the fact that she hadn't exhausted so much power and still hadn't contacted us!" Silver Wolf choked for a moment, then became serious, "
Well, even though you're a military officer, compared to those two... Anyway, I'll leave everything to you.
Listen, what I'm about to talk about is the 'script'.
The parts I didn't tell you mean they're unimportant, or that you shouldn't know them.
But you can't make a single mistake in your script. Now—memorize the script.
Dan Heng didn't ask any more questions and began to memorize the various key pieces of information that Silver Wolf had passed on.
Silver Wolf looked at his serious, almost solemn expression. Although he was annoyed by the plan that he would "transform into a dragon at the slightest disagreement," he knew that as long as Chang Yeyue woke up, he could help erase Dan Heng's corresponding memories.
Of course, if something really happens to the three little ones, Changye Yue will definitely include the Dragon Transformation Technique in his list of options.
But with Changye Yue awake, it's unlikely that anything happened to the three little ones.
Just as Dan Heng was memorizing the crucial part, the Silver Wolf's projection suddenly flickered violently, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
"You can't do this—!" Her voice was filled with unbelievable anger, and then the projection disappeared with a "whoosh".
Black Tower Space Station, Main Control Room
Silver Wolf's projection had just solidified on the space station when he found himself "friendly" surrounded by several Black Tower dolls.
"Wait, Kafka, why are you standing on the other side?"
"Because I told them."
"They agreed?"
"Of course, otherwise how do you think we could have so precisely 'invited' you?" Black Tower's smile became even more "friendly." "You just need to cooperate with me by changing a few outfits; it's part of the deal."
Silver Wolf: "...Eriol!!"
A remote planetary base
Wearing a fluffy, cute onesie with a tail, the silver wolf is angrily waving its fist at the void (the other end of the communication).
"Elio! You betrayed me!!" she gritted her teeth.
This outfit is one of the "options" offered by Black Tower—an "artistic" lingerie made of rope, a minimalist bikini, or this childish onesie pajama set.
What choice did she have?!
"A necessary price, Silver Wolf," Elio's voice came calmly. "You don't want to work overtime every day from now on, do you? So, take a rest. We still have to go and steal more light cones tomorrow."
But aren't I working overtime every day now?
With communication cut off, Silver Wolf slumped his shoulders, hugged his knees, sat on the chair, and buried his face in his furry duckbill hood, becoming withdrawn.
After thinking about it, she decided to play a couple of games to calm her emotions.
"My account!"
Looking at the words praising Black Tower in the signature and the threat of being banned, Silver Wolf felt like he had been deeply NTR'd.
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Onpharos Landing Point
The train had been landing for some time. Danheng looked up at the sky—according to the "script," a boulder should be hitting him at this moment.
But the sky was clear and there were no unusual signs.
He paused for two seconds, walked to the side, bent down, exerted his strength, and steadily lifted a rock about half a person's height, then—forcefully threw it up toward himself.
Boom!
Smoke and dust filled the air.
After a while, Xing peeked out from behind the cover. Dan Heng, who was lying next to her, paused for a moment, then showed a grief-stricken expression and quickly went forward.
"It seems... we need to name the new reincarnation," she murmured, her voice heavy with sorrow.
But upon closer inspection, Danheng's chest was still heaving.
Xing immediately switched her expression and said, "I'm sorry, Danheng..."
"What have you wronged me about?"
"...I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you." Xing forced out tears.
Dan Heng stared at her silently for a few seconds before looking away. If he hadn't read the script, he almost would have believed it.
However, according to the node given by Silver Wolf, this node ends here, and they need to move freely until the next node.
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Beyond mythology,
The will of the Great Black Tower and Screw Gum is using the immense computing power gathered from the simulated universe as a spear to impact, analyze, and delay the operation of the "Scepter" core.
This is the "moment" that Bo Shizun anchored. They cannot completely change the flow, but they can do their best to give the actors on stage more "preparation time".
Onpharos - A Hidden Corner
Caiuslana, the Fire Thief, looked down at his gradually recovering body and his regaining clarity of mind.
Before him stood two figures—the projection of the Great Black Tower's will, and the data avatar of Screw Gum.
"To make a long story short," the Great Black Tower began, "we come from beyond the heavens and need your help."
"Onpharos will inevitably experience destruction. Afterward, the power of 'memory' will lay a new foundation for you that is as beautiful as possible."
Your task is to ensure that the 'Titan of Creation'—Demug—does not malfunction. She, in her memory form, is attached to the gray-haired pioneer.
Screw Gum continued, his voice carrying a metallic chill and a rational solemnity: "You need to do whatever it takes to ensure 'they' survive."
At the same time, it is also necessary to push the situation forward to the conclusion of "defeating the Iron Tomb." Both are indispensable.
Lukurgos, who was watching from the sidelines, remained silent; he was powerless to stop it.
The overwhelming computing power of the Black Tower, coupled with the assistance of Screw Gum and Stephen, as well as the resource support from the Immortal Boat Alliance and the Interstellar Peace Company, constituted a force he could not resist.
But he was also in no hurry—this was the "moment" that the Venerable Master Bodhidharma had set, and everything would eventually slide toward its destined end. He only needed to observe quietly.
Caislana etched every word into his mind. At this moment, his mind was clearer than ever before, and he was fully capable of moving and hiding within Aglaia's "golden thread" network.
Although he still needs to play the role of "villain" in the early stages and advance "Chasing Fire", it is quite reasonable for him to eliminate some possible obstacles as well.
such as:
"They actually want to seize the 'Spark of Death' ahead of time..." Not far away, the Cleansers' leader, Kenneth, hadn't finished speaking.
The sword light exploded without warning.
Not just one, but thousands upon thousands, fine, cold, and precise, like a metallic flower that blooms and withers in an instant.
Kenneth, along with all her purifiers lurking there, didn't even have time to react.
In the same instant, they were strangled and separated, turning into countless fine, evenly scattered blood foam and metal fragments that fell to the ground before being burned away by a flame.
Caislan slowly sheathed his sword, his eyes eerily calm.
What a joke.
It was a difference of one vote.
Just because Xia Die might not be able to retrieve the "Death Flame", his ultimate guarantee, which he had only managed to use once in 33,550,336 reincarnations, was about to be wasted.
How can this be allowed?
In the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden, how much water did he hold back? Every confrontation was calculated down to the millimeter, for fear of harming that pioneer, and the pink, crucial Memory Spirit beside her.
It just so happened that at that moment, Teacher Xia took out a "spark of time".
This was solely to deepen her karmic entanglement with Onpharos, allowing her to systematically embark on the path to becoming the "Titan of Time."
The Great Black Tower told him that if this step was successful, the "infinitely looping Demuseum" would have a unique and stable "anchor point".
At the same time, only by nailing the coffin lid of the Iron Tomb shut can Onphalus be reborn.
Therefore, anyone who prevents the Trail Blazers from becoming Titans of Ages is undermining their "safety net" and destroying Onfaros' last remaining hope.
His approach to dealing with such things was simple and consistent: chop them into extremely fine pieces, then burn them to the purest ashes, ensuring that not even the slightest possibility of reversal remained.
Of course, he himself must also play his role well. He must push for "chasing the fire," bear the infamy, and exert pressure when necessary to ensure that the "script" flows in the predetermined direction.
But that obviously doesn't matter. Infamy?
Who could curse and swear at himself more fiercely and thoroughly in the depths of his heart during those more than 30 million reincarnations?
He turned around, his figure disappearing into the shadows, as if the fleeting, brutally brutal massacre had never happened.