Star Railway: The Pioneer's Journey

Chapter 285 Dream Master: Wanla

"Ahem... Um... Second Master, there's no need to trouble the Immortal Ship Alliance. After all, it takes quite a bit of effort for such a massive starship to jump."

While everyone was stunned, Potio was the first to speak: "If the Immortal Ship is to embark on a patrol, many of the established plans will become impossible to complete. Why not entrust this task to the Sea Patrol Knights?"

Although Yunzhi himself doesn't mind making a mountain out of a molehill.

Just imagine, when that idiot dreamer thinks he's succeeded in his plan, a starship suddenly appears at the door...

Cool.

Of course, it's cool, and Potio has a point.

The Immortal Ship Alliance is indeed a starship, but in the end, it can still be considered a country—after all, the population is too large. If they were to switch from docked to patrol mode, Yunzhi would be happy, but many of their plans would be ruined.

Yunzhi considers himself a good leader and is still willing to think about their needs.

Fortunately, the patrolman volunteered to take on the task...

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

Anyway... there are probably quite a few rangers already on their way to Pinocchio.

Some causes and effects cannot be changed at will.

"Leave the culprit to me; I'm in a bad mood."

Yun Zhi rubbed his neck and loosened his joints: "The specific reason why it's bad... that's not important."

Xing silently scooted closer to Huang Quan.

Huang Quan: ? ? ?

There's no other way; it's just that Huang Quan feels safer around him.

The raccoon spirit thought so.

I am very likely the main reason why Yunzhi is in a bad mood, even though she wasn't the only one at the door at the time.

Huang Quan sighed:

"Then, I will guide everyone trapped in this dream to choose how to save themselves."

He wields a knife in the dream, threatening death to force everyone in the dream to wake up.

Huang Quan originally had no intention of getting involved in this conflict.

But judging from Yun Zhi's expression just now... even without the Star God's intervention, the First Envoy did not appear very calm.

She worried that if the First Envoy took action, it wouldn't be a "threat of death," but rather "the dream chasers scattered here and there."

"Alright, now that the tasks have been assigned, let's head to our respective battlefields and get ready for a fierce battle!"

Potio waved his hand with considerable flair:

"Let our leader, our [Hunting] Star God, see that even if we are not as powerful as the gods, when faced with an insurmountable predicament, mortals can still use mortal methods to forge a new path."

Lan squinted her eyes:

Even if it means getting hurt?

Potio nodded vigorously:

"So what if we're battered and bruised? As long as we've opened a path, that's victory."

Mortals always harbor a slight dislike for star gods.

This wasn't a malicious thought, just ordinary resentment.

Because when they are in extreme difficulty and pray to God, no God comes to help them. In the end, they can only rely on themselves.

Therefore, there are always people who are determined to prove that even without the Star God, they can still stumble and struggle to find their own path in this ever-changing universe.

Lan felt that it was understandable.

After all, He was once a mortal.

Now, everyone is making final preparations, and Yun Zhi and Lan have already arrived at the Pinocchio Grand Theatre.

"Landing on the star core, how interesting."

It was already known that Pinocchio's Grand Theater was the core of the star itself, and now, inside this Grand Theater, there was someone who had usurped Hipper's power.

Is the dream of Taiyi indestructible?

Perhaps so; from the inside out, it is indeed indestructible.

Lan looked up at the sky.

It's raining.

Rain in a dream.

"Is the messenger of [Void] ready to unleash that strike?"

The magnificent clothes on Yun Zhi's body turned into specks of light, which, in the crystal blue light, transformed into the armor of the Cloud Riders.

Her long hair was tied up high, and the longbow she was used to was reassembled into a long spear.

The neighing echoed through the sky as fierce warhorses trampled across the theater floor, creating terrifying cracks beneath their hooves.

Looking at Yunzhi's attire, Lan seemed to recall those glorious years.

"It's about to begin."

Lan's tone was as gentle as a breeze: "It's up to you, Zhi."

It means that He is no longer involved in this matter.

(It wouldn't be good if we both got beaten up)

Yun mounted his tall and mighty warhorse and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Don't worry, General."

"A great victory is assured!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yunzhi gripped the reins, and Lie let out an angry roar, rearing up and carrying Yunzhi into the sky.

Lan closed her eyes.

He should go find a seat in the audience now.

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The golden dream is beginning to stir.

The rain fell in the dream, and the dream chasers looked up at the sky in confusion.

Atop the tallest building of his dreams, Potio gazed at the distant grand theater amidst the fierce wind.

Everything will end here, and everything will begin here.

He raised his gun, and a beam of purple light shot out from the muzzle, tearing apart the false sky.

Almost simultaneously, black and white enveloped the golden dream, and a flood of nothingness swept over those who refused to wake up.

Xing raised her head and looked up at the sky.

In the pitch-black night, countless meteors followed the bullets of the Sea Patrol Ranger, heading towards the horizon.

The will to freedom surged into Taiyi's dream.

The chaotic dream shattered, like the sound of glass breaking, and the endless spiral staircase finally came to an end.

Xing suddenly opened her eyes.

She heard the neighing of warhorses and saw the mark of the Hunt appear high in the sky above the Pinocchio Theatre.

The warhorse stopped in front of the last enemy.

The towering choir appeared exceptionally small in his presence.

"Have we broken free from the beautiful dream of [order]?"

The dreamer's voice was somewhat distorted:

"It seems a battle is inevitable after all!"

"I've said it before: I'm not good with grand principles, but when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail."

The spear, wreathed in wind blades and crackling with lightning, aimed directly at the dreamer's vitals.

"Since you dare to cross paths with me, then you should face reality."

"You are nothing but a thief, while I am the hero who will take your life!"