Chapter 212: Trailblaze, I Have Returned
[Galactic Baseballer]: "Family! Gasp! There’s a master here!"
The Nameless were facing Lord Sunday of "The Chorus." His giant form was full of pressure and divinity.
[The Destroyer]: "Do you Nameless run into trouble every time you go to a new place?"
It feels like they have a jinx attribute. Wherever they go, something happens.
[Galactic Baseballer]: "I don’t know! We don’t want this either! I suspect we’ve been set up by that black-hearted capitalist, the Interastral Peace Corporation!"
Jarilo-VI, the Xianzhou Luofu, and now Penacony. Wherever the Astral Express went, trouble followed. It was too much of a coincidence, as if it were all a written script.
[Sun God]: "Do you need help?"
[Galactic Baseballer]: "Lord Apollo, we need a master like you right now!"
Right now, we need a big robot that radiates a sense of security.
[Star Forger]: "They’re not needed. Kids, hold on! Great Daddy is coming to save you!"
The Aeon of Trailblaze, Akivili... wasn’t he the Great Daddy of the Nameless?
[Galactic Baseballer]: "For real, Foster Father?"
Caelus and Firefly are with Acheron. Who knows where they’ve run off to?
Acheron was leading the way, scratching her head. This doesn’t seem to be the right place.
One directionally-challenged person dared to lead the way, and two brave souls dared to follow.
Caelus was speechless. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted Acheron’s sense of direction. The rightful source is novel⚑fire.net
Lord Sunday waved his conductor’s baton, and energy in the form of musical notes and stanzas washed over Stelle and the others.
"I command with a flawless symphony—Recreate Paradise!"
"The pressure is immense! Is Sunday cheating?"
The members of the Express crew were being crushed by the powerful energy, unable to even stand up straight. Sunday’s power was too ridiculous.
"It’s come to this... I can only activate my hidden backup energy!" Stelle said with an expression of heroic sacrifice, reaching a hand behind her back. She had just been glanced at by Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony, and now she was getting her butt kicked. This was unbearable.
"...find our way ♪♪♪"
The little bird began to sing. Another voice appeared amidst the symphony of Order. The pressure suddenly vanished. Stelle and the others looked at the loudly singing Robin.
Your turn is over. Now it’s our turn, right?
"Astral Express, Trailblaze again!"
The moment the Astral Express, formed of energy, appeared, it was smashed to pieces by another Astral Express. Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Stelle blinked. This one looked real. Was Conductor Pom-Pom this powerful?
"This isn’t our train?" Himeko said, a look of confusion on her face. The Trailblaze power was so dense, countless times more exaggerated than any Emanator-level Imaginary energy she had ever seen.
At the same time, they were shocked to find that the Path of Trailblaze itself had changed. It was as if it had been completely ignited, becoming incredibly active, in a way it had never been before.
"The Aeon... of Trailblaze?!" Himeko said, her voice dry with disbelief.
In places they couldn’t see, the silver tracks of the Trailblaze, which stretched across the universe, once again began to shine with a brilliant light.
"Akivili! You terrible Nameless! You’ve finally come back!" Pom-Pom cried, wiping away tears. It could feel it most clearly. This was Akivili’s aura.
The major factions were stunned. The silver tracks of the Trailblaze had never been this active. To be able to affect the tracks on a universal scale was something an Emanator couldn’t do. Only the return of the one who had walked the furthest on the Path of Trailblaze could cause such a phenomenon.
It was all saying one thing: Trailblaze, I have returned.
Oswald was panicking. He could still argue with the other Nameless, but the big boss of the Trailblaze had returned. He wouldn’t come to settle accounts with him, would he? To engage in colonial invasion in the name of the Trailblaze... Akivili would surely not tolerate it. And he had the blood of some Nameless on his hands.
"So, how should we handle this?"
On the Xianzhou Luofu, Jing Yuan now knew that Akivili had returned. The Astral Express that had crashed into their fleet before must have been piloted by Akivili. He had a massive headache. He had just formed a friendship with Himeko and the other Nameless, and now this had happened. If they went to demand an explanation, they would have to face the Aeon of Trailblaze directly. If they didn’t, how could they answer to the Cloud Knights who had been sacrificed?
Akivili: It was Aha who did it!!
The other generals were also silent. They didn’t know how to handle it either. The Aeon of Trailblaze was a different kind of Aeon. The Nameless traveled with their god. It was truly a shady situation. Before Akivili returned, they could have boldly demanded an explanation, but now that He had returned... to go and question an Aeon? Hehe, even the Divine Archer would probably get a big slap in the face. This was too difficult~
"Let’s try to contact the Divine Archer," Marshal Hua suggested.
The Aeon of Preservation, who had been mixing cement, stopped. The auras of the two troublemakers (Aha and Akivili) were together. He felt that the wall in front of him was no longer safe.
The Aeon of Remembrance, Fuli, appeared with a camera, focusing on Penacony. Akivili had returned. This was worth recording.
The high-speed Astral Express crashed directly into Lord Sunday’s body. Aha commented that this speed bump was no good; it hadn’t even slowed the train down.
Lord Sunday shattered, turning into a sky full of golden motes of light.
The pale-faced Sunday still couldn’t escape his crash. He had a look of pure, foolish disbelief on his face. What the hell? Lord Sunday had disintegrated, like an egg hitting a rock.
"It really is Boss Akivili," Himeko marveled.
"So it’s the boss... wait, what is the Astral Express doing?!"
March 7th saw that the train’s speed hadn’t decreased at all. It was heading straight for Penacony. Her face instantly turned pale.
Stelle lay directly on the ground. All that was left was to wait for death. Goodbye, my beloved treasure, the trash can.
Even on the verge of "death," Stelle couldn’t forget her most beloved trash can.
The Astral Express crashed right through Penacony. The world of dreams began to tremble violently, as if the apocalypse had arrived. Everywhere, there were signs of collapse and fragmentation.
"Almighty Uncle Yang! Quick, think of something!" March 7th screamed. Penacony was collapsing! She didn’t want to die!
"There’s nothing I can do," Welt said, his face bitter as he shook his head. They couldn’t stop the collapse of the planet. It was unimaginable that the Astral Express had such power, even more overpowered than a star destroyer.
The Amber King’s Wall: Personally tested. The strength is fine. Feel free to pull.
"Holy moly! Son of a... are we going to die today?!"
Aventurine dodged through the broken dreamscape, cursing, but his words were all censored by the Synesthesia Beacon.
"Brother, Penacony..."
Robin helped Sunday up, at a loss for words. The Trailblaze had destroyed Penacony. Was she still immersed in the dream of Order?
"Robin, I can’t do anything," Sunday said with a bitter smile. With Lord Sunday shattered, he had little power left. He couldn’t do anything.
He was completely numb. It was one thing for the Nameless to charge up with the power of bonds and friendship, but how had the Aeon of Trailblaze also won the revival match?
Speaking of which, could Order also win the revival match?
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