I, the Star Dome Railway, change everything

The Falling Sword of the Gods ignited with flames, and with Hua Yi as the center, the flames of preservation swept across the Yongdong Ridge.

The temperature was rising, and the ice and snow were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cold wave, the most direct manifestation of the energy of the star core, was being erased by [preservation].

Of course it felt the crisis, and it felt it when the train arrived at Beloberg.

And now, this feeling was extremely strong.

The star core really had no choice. Cocolia was the only object it could give power to. The rest was to set off an energy storm, making the cold piercing and the crack spreading.

A tornado of fire and frost rolled up on Yongdong Ridge, and the space gradually distorted, giving birth to a crack monster, and then being suppressed by the amber light before the crack expanded further.

March 7, Natasha and others have already joined the battle, and the power of destiny has emerged, constantly destroying the attacking monster army. Xing also rushed up and swung the baseball bat with ease.

"Stardust Ace, goodbye hit!"

"Xing, why are you fighting now?"

"Of course to help you~"

Galaxy Batman felt that this was a flirtation, and coughed to add.

"Just like your definition of Beloberg, the Everlasting City that has persisted for 700 years must not collapse at the last moment. It should have a better ending."

"Behind the snow curtain, the wind is like a steel sword, and the fire remains. You should also experience the flame of preservation. It was weak, but never extinguished. From now on, it will burn more and more fiercely."

Cocolia let Huayi and Xing talk, and let Bronya and her companions destroy the rift monsters, and did not take the opportunity to attack.

Once, like the great guardians in the past, she had an extremely firm belief and kept [Preservation] hard, ignoring the whispers of the star core in her ears.

But Beloberg can't hold on any longer. The rift is spreading, the number of monsters is increasing, and humans need to pay a higher and higher price to survive.

Cocolia can't see hope, but despair is approaching.

Two choices are in front of them, either listen to the voice of the star core and pray that it will not bring complete destruction, or do everything to delay time, let the crisis brew longer, and erupt more thoroughly in the future when Bronya succeeds to the throne.

It's just these two generations, Beloberg can't delay it any longer.

And now, as Hua Yi said, Cocolia will represent the star core as an obstacle in front of Beloberg.

Crossing means protection, and failure means destruction.

The starry sea is vast, and the size of a planet is really too small in the dimension of the universe.

And the only lonely city left on the planet is even smaller.

Whether Huayi and Jizi said something true or false, Kokolia didn't know.

Even if it was all true, the power of words was too weak to deny the power of the star core.

Beloberg's cruel reality lasted for seven hundred years.

So, as long as he could integrate the suffering and transcendence of the star core into himself, it would be fine.

If he couldIf he is willing to help Bronya by defeating me, Beloberg can have a better future.

Otherwise, if even the Star Train with pure good intentions is defeated, what other extraterrestrial forces can we expect?

Believe in the Interstellar Peace Company that evacuated before the star core fell and the disaster appeared, or believe in the Amber King that the city builders have believed in for generations?

"Crippo never lowered his eyes to Beloberg, everything is the wishful thinking of the city builders."

The people in the city will not hear the cry of the Great Guardian, just as the Star God will not lower his eyes to the cry of mortals.

"Without breaking the old, there is no way to establish the new."

Time makes children bid farewell to childhood.

Suffering turns innocence into maturity.

A lance appears in Cocolia's hand.

It was once the weapon of the first Great Guardian, Alisa Rand, and it carries countless legends.

At that time, the flame of preservation burned on the tip of the spear. Alisa held it and walked through the battlefield, destroying countless powerful enemies.

No matter whether the enemy was the antimatter army or the rift monster.

Now this weapon, which has been passed down from generation to generation and represents the glory of the Great Guardian, has lost its blazing flame and is sealed in ice.

Will it cry? It is sad that it is not the flame that is wrapped around it.

The legendary weapon is covered in dust, and so is the Great Guardian.

If the fire surrounding Huayi can melt the ice, the lance will still have a day of glory, but Cocolia, whose half of the flesh and blood on her palm has turned into ice crystals, may not have more chances.

0 Ask for flowers

She couldn't even believe that Beloberg would have a happy ending, so how could she expect a good result for herself.

After briefly looking at Hua Yi and deliberately not looking into Bronya's eyes, Cocolia raised her ice lance. (To read the most exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"As the Great Guardian, I order you to get up - the Creation Engine!"

The ancient machines sleeping in the Eternal Winter Ridge awakened with a roar, and the architectural ruins seen on the mountain road were just the palms of the Creation Engine.

This is the city builders imitating the power of Kripa and casting machines that can transform planets.

Once, hundreds of Creation Engines breathed flames and roared across the earth, like tireless giant gardeners repairing barren flower fields. In just a few decades, gullies and hills were transformed into plains and forests, and cities were scattered along the coast.

Until the omen of [destruction] came, the city builders put all the machines into the battlefield and built the initial iron guard defense line.

The soldiers of destruction followed the star core like fireflies on fire, leaving a trail of devastation on the surface.

The machines that were once used for creation had to become weapons, fighting on a battlefield that did not belong to them.

Finally, the giants who cultivated the garden fell down, like tombstones of civilization, marking the process of the battle line's retreat.

"The relics of the old times should not fall in this battle."

Hua Yi seemed to have expected it and knew that the creation engine wasExistence, staring at Cocolia who wanted to control the mechanical giant first to buy time and receive more star core energy.

"Beloberg has always been blessed by [Shelter]. The city builders' belief in the Amber King is not foolish, nor is it wishful thinking."

The flames intensified, the snow on the Everwinter Ridge melted, and the virtual soldiers also had to break away from the ice sculpture state.

However, the Legion's demons were burned to ashes by the flames before they had time to experience the long-lost freedom, just like monsters born from the rift and wanting to sharpen their claws in reality.

"However, the Star God is indeed too far away from Beloberg - I will call on the will of the great guardians of all generations here to explain the Gate of Preservation to you!".