“Sam…
po…!
What kind of Path is this!!?” “Don’t blame me, the Overworld is under total lockdown right now.
We’re lucky to have a Path at all!” “Urgh!!” It felt as if he had been tossed into a washing machine to be crumpled and flattened; the moment Serlin emerged, he immediately threw up.
“Trash can!!
My long-lost brother from another mother!!” Sampo’s Path had no effect on Stelle, but the sight of a trash can upon opening her eyes made her unable to resist lunging straight for it.
She wore a blissful, silly grin.
—She was completely done for.
‘The Astral Express is freaking doomed.’ “Phew…
I seriously suspect Sampo is messing with us on purpose!” March 7th and Dan Heng leaned against a dilapidated wall to recover for a while, but…
Sampo was nowhere to be seen.
Dan Heng shook his head: “At least he did as promised and sent us to the Lower District.” Serlin also complained: “That old geezer Sampo definitely added some ‘Elation’ spice to our Path.” It’s Sampo, after all—everyone knows what he’s like!
“I didn’t expect…
that beneath that city, there would be such an underground city.” Stelle stuffed herself into a large trash can, then took out Judgment of Shamash and smoothly lit a small flame.
“…Do the residents of the Lower District actually live in this kind of environment?” “In such an oppressive environment, can their mental health really take it?” Stelle found it hard to believe; the environment here was pitch black, with…
only a few lights providing illumination.
Serlin and March exchanged a look, and then each grabbed a side to forcibly pull Stelle out of the trash can.
“Yeah, the children born here don’t even know the color of the sky, and the one who divided the Overworld and Lower District is that inhuman Cocolia.” “Although she was also bewitched by the Stellaron, she can’t escape the blame for this.” March 7th felt even more indignant after hearing this, “If I had known, I definitely would have hit her with a few more bricks back then!” “Alright, at least she should make amends once she wakes up.
If you give her a few more hits, we really will become the murderers of the Supreme Guardian.” “By the way, what are we doing next?” Serlin crossed his arms and looked at Dan Heng.
Since he had already said everything he could, the rest should be left to their only strategist, external brain, Dan Heng.
Dan Heng closed his eyes and calculated the time in his head, then looked at the eccentric Astral Express group and said: “It’s getting late.
Let’s find a place to rest and reorganize first, then wait until tomorrow to contact Natasha and Svarog as Serlin mentioned.” “Resting, huh?
That sounds good.
I remember there’s also a ‘Goethe Hotel’ in the Lower District.
Let’s go!” Dan Heng glanced at him unhurriedly, then looked around and asked: “Serlin, do you know the way?” Serlin’s expression froze instantly, and then he directly transformed into Raiden Ryoma and said: “I’ll ask for directions once we see some residents.
Ryoma’s rough character model is more suitable for asking for directions.” …
Meanwhile, in the Overworld…
“Sigh, old Sampo is about to become ‘Jail Sampo’~” Having slipped back into the Overworld, Sampo looked at the wanted posters for the Astral Express Crew all over the streets, his heart full of complaints with nowhere to vent.
Compared to the number of wanted posters for the Astral Express Crew, the number of posters for Sampo himself had practically become background noise.
Thinking about how his supposedly perfect ‘Elation’ plan had gone completely off the rails like this, Sampo still felt a bit like crying.
“Belobog can’t really split apart.
Sorry, Lady Bronya…
I really have to invite you to see the Lower District.” Relying on the eerie abilities of a veteran The Fools of the Path of Elation, Sampo entered Qlipoth Fort as if entering an uninhabited place.
…
Sitting in the Supreme Guardian’s seat, Bronya rubbed her head in pain.
Having just finished bickering with a bunch of sub-humans, she was clearly exhausted.
“Mother…
has she always worked like this all these years?” “Coordinating and managing Belobog single-handedly, even with the constant threat of the spreading Rift.” “This is not my merit, Bronya.
In fact…
it could be called my sin.” “Mother?” Bronya stood up quickly, surprised to see Cocolia, dressed in a hospital gown, entering the meeting room.
“Here, Bronya, you talk to her.” Serval, who was supporting Cocolia as they entered the meeting room, had a face full of helplessness: “As soon as she woke up in the hospital, she wanted to come over no matter what, muttering something about her sins, her mistakes…
and so on.” “I couldn’t talk her out of it, so I brought her here.” Of course, the main thing was that Cocolia’s injuries weren’t that serious; at most, it was just a concussion.
For a Pathstrider, it was a small matter!
Serval carefully helped Cocolia sit in a chair, still grumbling dissatisfiedly.
If Cocolia weren’t injured right now, it looked like Serval would have loved to let Cocolia dehydrate to death.
“Mother, who exactly were those people who attacked you?
And your body right now…” Cocolia half-raised her hand, signaling them to stop talking for a moment.
She looked at Qlipoth Fort with a complex expression, then carefully read through the official documents Bronya had reviewed.
Finally, she smiled with a complicated look: “Bronya, you are already a qualified Supreme Guardian.” “…A much more qualified Supreme Guardian than I am.” “Mother?” Bronya looked at her mother, who used to be as cold as ice, in disbelief.
How long had it been since she had heard such a gentle voice?
Serval took a sip of tea unceremoniously and said: “Cocolia, did that head injury reset you back to ten-plus years ago?” “What exactly is going on?
Who were those people my brother put a bounty on?
Why did they attack you?” Cocolia looked up, her expression incredibly complex, filled with regret and clarity.
She said word by word: “They are…
hope, the hope of our Belobog.” “…Is your brain really broken?” “No, Bronya, rescind the bounty on them.
In every sense, they are our benefactors.” After saying this to Bronya, she looked at the confused Serval again: “Serval, do you still remember…
the’Stellaron’?” Serval’s expression froze.
The Stellaron?
How could she forget…
it was, it was…
But Bronya was full of question marks.
The Stellaron?
What was that?
Cocolia sighed and said: “In that case, you should listen to…
my story, and all the sins and evil deeds I have committed.” “I…
am no longer worthy of being the Supreme Guardian.
I have long since betrayed ‘Preservation’.” …
“How…
how is this possible!?” Bronya found it hard to believe: the arrival of the Eternal Freeze, the bewitchment of the Stellaron…
and the increasingly scarce Geomarrow.
Before the visitors from beyond the sky arrived, to Cocolia, the Stellaron’s promise…
was the only way to save Belobog.
But…
from the current perspective, those outsiders were clearly more credible.
Even without asking for their help, as long as the Stellaron was sealed…
Once the Eternal Freeze recedes, there is still hope for Belobog’s rebirth.
The handsomest Jail Map!
Sigh, Cocolia in Belobog was saved after all.
After all, the Cocolia in honkai impact 3rd didn’t die either; she just went to prison.