A slight inertial tremor ran through his feet.
The unique metallic screech of the train coming to a halt announced its official docking with the Space Station.
Phainon stood by the window, the azure planet reflected in his icy blue pupils, yet failing to stir even a ripple.
Instead, deep within him, the dormant fury that had endured thirty million cycles of reincarnation, intensified with the roar of the docking.
He subconsciously raised his hand, intending to remove the metal mask from his face.
However, the mask seemed to be fused to his face, unmoving.
Did the train collision deform it?
Why couldn't he take it off?
Phainon's movement paused, then he lowered his hand.
Never mind.
Wearing the mask or not made no difference to him.
It was just… a thought suddenly arose in his mind.
If he were to take off the mask, revealing a face similar to "Kevin's," and stand before Old Yang… what kind of spectacular expression would he elicit?
At this thought, Phainon shook his head slightly and summoned the system panel.
Name: Phainon
path: Destruction
Authority: All abilities of the Flame Reaver (??? )
Current Emotion: Critically Saturated (About to explode!)
Ignitable Sparks: 0
He looked at the [Authority] section.
Broken Vessel: Residual images reflected from endless calamities, all are harbingers hosting the will of destruction. Can create a clone of similar strength to the main body and share damage for the main body.
Power of Calamity:...
Fading path:...
Phainon slowly spread his hands.
In the air, dark energy particles condensed out of thin air.
A Dawnbreaker, shimmering with an ominous dark glow, and a moon blade, flowing with a cool, clear brilliance, silently appeared in his hands.
Phainon combined the two weapons into one.
At the same time, the shadow beside him twisted, and a figure identical to him in clothing and build emerged, standing silently, exuding the same deathly aura.
Just then, the corner of Phainon's eye caught sight of a figure.
He suddenly turned his head.
Welt Yang stood outside the cabin door, the tip of his seemingly ordinary cane crackling with fine purple arcs of electricity.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
However, Phainon's emotions remained stable, and the weapon in his hand and the clone vanished like phantoms.
"Mr. Welt," he said calmly, "Have you all discussed the outcome?"
The arcs on Welt's cane quietly receded, his face grim, his glasses reflecting the light, obscuring his gaze.
The hot, violent aura he had just sensed was completely different from Kevin's extreme cold in his memory.
It seemed… he had been mistaken?
But undeniably, Phainon was still dangerous.
"We have discussed it," Welt said in a deep voice, "The Astral Express crew has decided to try and send you back to Amphoreus. However, the premise is that you must not engage in any aggressive or dangerous behavior on the train.
Of course, we also need to respect your wishes as the person involved."
"Then thank you," Phainon immediately agreed, "As soon as we reach Amphoreus, I will disembark."
He looked past Welt, towards the empty space behind him.
"Where are they?"
"Oh, you mean March and Dan Heng, right? They went with Himeko to the Space Station to purchase basic supplies for the train," Welt Yang seemed to recall something and added,
"By the way, Himeko is the navigator of the Astral Express."
"Mm."
Phainon merely responded, redirecting his gaze out the window.
Welt slowly walked to his side, gazing at the beautiful planet with him.
"This is Azure Planet, it's beautiful, isn't it? Speaking of which, it bears some resemblance to my hometown."
He tentatively asked, "Is Mr. Phainon feeling nostalgic?"
"Please just call me Phainon."
Phainon's voice was flat, as if stating a fact, "I don't know, my mind is a mess."
He paused, his icy blue pupils looking through the mask's slit, directly at Welt,
"But I can see, Mr. Welt, you are full of caution towards me. But rest assured, I bear you no ill will. Or rather… our ultimate goals are the same."
Welt tactically pushed up his glasses, his mind filled with even more doubt.
"But Phainon, your memory isn't…"
"Yes, I can't sort out my memories," Phainon interrupted him, "But I still remember what I must do. I will never forget, no matter how long it takes."
"Do you want to go for a walk around the Space Station? Perhaps a broader environment would help with memory recovery."
"No need, the carriage is fine."
Phainon turned around.
"If possible, I'd like to rest alone for a bit."
The implication of dismissal was clear.
Welt gave him a deep look, asked no further questions, turned and left the room, gently closing the door.
"Is it a delusion?"
He stood in the corridor, muttering to himself.
"I just feel like something big is about to happen."
Before he finished speaking.
Beep—woo—!
Beep—woo—!
A sharp, piercing alarm blared through the entire Space Station without warning.
A cold, mechanical female voice broadcasted in a loop.
"Warning! Warning! Antimatter Legion invasion detected! All personnel please proceed to the nearest shelter immediately!"
"Repeat! Antimatter Legion invasion detected! All personnel please proceed to the shelter immediately!"
Welt's expression suddenly changed, "How could the Antimatter Legion appear here?"
The next moment, his expression froze, an indescribable scorching aura erupted from the cabin behind him, like a waking volcano!
Welt abruptly pushed open the door.
The room was already empty.
"Where is Phainon?!"
—
At the same time, inside the Space Station.
"Quick! Close the door!"
Several Staff Members in uniform scrambled into a data room, desperately struggling to close the heavy alloy blast door.
Still shaken, they leaned against the cold door panel, panting heavily, outside, inhuman roars and the screeching of tearing metal grew closer.
"It's no use… they're coming…" A young Staff Member's face was ashen, his body trembling, "Why, why would the Antimatter Legion appear on Herta Space Station?!"
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Another Staff Member covered his face with his hands, crying out in terror of death.
Sizzle—
A cutting sound rang out, and the alloy door, strong enough to withstand small meteor impacts, was instantly melted through by a crimson blade of light!
Scalding molten iron splattered, and a grotesque gap was forcibly torn open.
Outside the door, dozens of distorted Voidrangers crowded the corridor, their cold armor shimmering with an ominous chill.
They were not living beings, but pure, walking personifications of the law of destruction and annihilation.
That oppressive feeling originating from the deepest malice of the universe.
Several Staff Members' legs gave way, instinctively retreating, but even their screams were caught in their throats.
The Voidranger: Reaver, floating in the air, slowly approached.
It raised its arms, its sharp blades aimed at the Staff Member in front, ruthlessly slashing down!
Destruction needs no reason!
Just as the blade was about to touch his scalp.
Clang—
A deafening metallic crash exploded!
Amidst the scattering sparks, a figure in a black robe and a golden mask, had appeared before the Staff Members at some unknown point.
He held a Dawnbreaker in one hand, casually parrying the powerful blow.
Beneath the mask, an uncontrollable, almost crazed sneer emerged.
"Heh heh… heh heh heh…"
"You scum… you've finally arrived!"