Starry Sky Railway: Twin Origins

Chapter 211 The Final Blow

I'll write a little on my phone on the train first, and then I'll finish the rest when I get home.

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"boom!"

The high-speed, swooping Star Train transformed into a streak of light and crashed directly into the massive body of God Sun.

The moment the train's engine made contact with its body, the space near the God's Lord's Day instantly cracked as if struck by a giant hammer, with spiderweb-like cracks appearing, each crack emitting a faint blue light.

"...Ugh!!"

The priest, who was hit by the train, let out a muffled groan in pain and instinctively crossed his arms in front of him, trying to reduce the damage caused by the train impact.

But His enormous body was pushed backward by the powerful impact of the train, and each backward movement carved a wide trench into the already dilapidated circular stage.

Meanwhile, under the resistance of God's Sunday, this star train summoned by the stars is also collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The train's engine first scattered into countless golden starlight, drifting through the void; the second carriage followed closely behind, and the third carriage also disintegrated...

When God was pushed by the train to the edge of the circular stage on Sunday, with half of the base already suspended 10,000 meters in the air, the last carriage just happened to disappear in front of Him.

"Boom!"

After the train disappeared, the arms that God had used to stop it crashed to the ground, their surfaces instantly cracking with countless golden fissures, clearly indicating that they were nearing their limit.

It was as if with just one more forceful blow, the massive arms of the God of the Sun would shatter completely like glass.

Huang Quan glanced at the now-desperate God Sunday, then turned his head to look at the VIP seats high up in the Grand Theater—where Xing was standing on the railing, a confident smile on his face.

The spotlights hanging in the theater shone on her, making her look as dazzling as a star.

"Dazzling and mesmerizing, truly dazzling... Every step she has taken will surely be etched in the memories of countless people," Huang Quan murmured to himself.

After staring at Xing for only half a second, Huang Quan averted his gaze and turned to Lin Qiong beside him, continuing:

"Now...it's your turn."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Lin Qiong paused, his left index finger unconsciously pointing at himself, and asked in confusion with a frown, "Why is it my turn?"

Huang Quan's lips curled into a fleeting, faint smile as he patiently explained to Lin Qiong:

"The Qi Xiang Choir is now on the verge of collapse. It's time for you to bring this endless golden dream to a perfect close."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong instantly understood the meaning behind Huang Quan's words.

This is to send him to deliver the final blow to the Lord's Day...

"Why? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to entrust this task to you?" Lin Qiong asked, puzzled.

Huang Quan gently shook his head: "No, I don't want too many people to know about my existence because of this, but you are different. You are the Starry Sky Train, the famous nameless passengers. It is difficult for others to associate you with me."

She paused for half a second before continuing, "The path I've chosen... really shouldn't be entangled with too many emotions and entanglements."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong had some doubts, but he knew this wasn't the time to press for answers, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I'll go 'dig' it out on Sunday!"

Lin Qiong firmly gripped the hilt of the Jiemie sword with his right hand, and slowly pulled the sword out of the ground.

Once the sword was completely off the ground, he elegantly lifted it with one hand, and the blade immediately drew a crimson trail in mid-air.

Then, Lin Qiong strode forward and walked straight toward the God of the Sun who was slumped over at the edge of the circular stage.