Honkai Impact: Star Dome Railway: I really am not a Star God!

"Wow! What a handsome sister!"

When he saw the woman, March Qi couldn't help but exclaimed.

This made Xing Xiaoxiao confused.

Could it be that there was still a rock and roll dream before March 7th?

"broken?"

Star asked.

"Yes, you will know when you touch it. It is cold. I am planning to repair it."

The woman smiled faintly, and suddenly remembered that she still had something to say.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Xiluwa. I am the owner of this machine shop. If you have any broken equipment, you can contact me, but I don't guarantee that I will be interested in repairing it."

Hearing this, March 7th quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, I'm just curious about this heater."

"Heater. Curious? Isn't this just an ordinary geothermal heater? They are everywhere in the borough."

Looking at the three of them in confusion, Xiluwa had not yet reacted.

Isn't this thing very common here?

Seeing that Shiluwa didn't understand, Xing explained calmly.

"We are new here, so everything we see is new."

"New here??"

There was obvious surprise in Sylva's tone.

The lower area must know that there is a geothermal heater, and the upper area should not not know that there is a heater, so there is only one truth.

These three people come from a world outside Beloberg.

But.

Isn't it Jeppard who guards the border of Belloberg?

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she remembered what a big man told her today.

"Ah, I know! I heard from a loose-spoken Iron Guard that several "outsiders" met with Cocolia - is that you?"

Sylva said in surprise.

"This is really a rare visitor! Come on, come on. I don't need a heater or anything. I want to have a good chat with you, sister~"

"Lord, what would you like to eat tonight?"

After checking that his program was correct, Sambo's current silent state was Bo Sang.

"Lord, let's change our name. It sounds weird."

With this pitiful expression and a black and white maid outfit, even if you know that Sambo is a man, who can resist this weak master?

"Yes, my lord, what do you wish me to call you?"

I have to say that as long as Happy Life is in the right state, it will be great.

"In normal times, just call me Master. By the way, I can see that you still have your own things to arrange. If you want to perform a show, just go ahead and do it."

grown ups? Doesn't that sound right, Master? There's no one above me, so let's do it, sir.

When he heard Ling Kong say this, Bo Sang's heart trembled.

Could it be! ? The Lord of Joy doesn’t want himself anymore! ?

No.

no.

Lords of Joy is a show that affirms itself!

Yes, Sambo, you are so stupid.

Is a performance still a perfect performance if it is not carefully prepared?

The Lord of Joy is teaching you!

What's more, the Lord must have his own things to do. If you stay here, you may really cause trouble to the Lord.

"Yes, sir, everything will follow your arrangement."

"Um."

After telling Sangbo not to be timid, Lingkong decided to go out for a walk.

So I went to Sambo's wardrobe to find a set of decent clothes and put them on.

It's so troublesome to keep using blindfolds to interfere with other people's vision.

Although I can also change a set of clothes with a snap of my fingers.

But it looks so out of style.

After changing into a set of thick clothes with Beloberg characteristics and asking some precautions, Lingkong started to go out.

"This is Block Seven."

Thinking of the notice he saw before, Lingkong didn't expect that he actually lived on the property of the Wallace family.

Plus the gold pocket watch that Sambo gave himself.

Lingkong had some reasons to suspect that Sangbo had stolen someone else's gold watch and then returned it to him, which directly boosted his favorability.

Although he could go to Wallace's house according to the address in the notice, he looked at the sky in the air.

I guess Wallas is still wandering the streets.

While walking around, Lingkong also caught a glimpse of the three of them walking into a hotel on March 7th.

But he shrugged it off.

Let's leave the office work to the three of them.

Walking all the way to the vicinity of the Golden Opera House, Lingkong frowned.

"wrong."

There's something wrong around here.

This thing is a bit evil.

With the expression on his face unchanged, Lingkong slowly climbed onto the platform in front of the Golden Opera House.

As Ling Kong got closer, the discomfort intensified.

Soon, he set his sights on an alley next to the theater.

"Is it this one?"

Without opening the eyes of reality, everything in front of him was so real, but the sense of dissonance could not deceive him.

Ling Kong raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"interesting."

As Ling Kong approached, a frightened man suddenly ran over to the iron railing leading to the back alley.

"Help.! Help me!"

The man stretched out one hand and waved it in the air.

What surprised Lingkong was that he was not the only one here. There were other people resting on the platform as well.

But none of them noticed this.

"There is no secondary space. There are no problems with people. Forcibly shielding memories to achieve the effect of invisibility? This is really a troubled place. Is this a rift? It feels like this place is about to become a ghost land."

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"Hahaha. They can't find me. Those messy footsteps. And that damn laughter."

Without warning, a person suddenly became crazy right in front of him.

Ling Kong was very familiar with this scene.

It was not uncommon to see poor people who were polluted before.

"They. They're coming! It's my turn. I'm next!"

I watched helplessly as the man rushed into the bottomless back alley next to the theater.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this would be a fear that touches the depths of the soul, but Lingkong did not take this seriously.

Seeing normal pedestrians walking by in the back alley, he blinked, and everything in front of him suddenly dissipated like bubbles, revealing the real thing.

The brand new iron railings disappeared and were replaced by railings covered with wriggling flesh sprouts.

The scene in the back alley also changed suddenly, and Lingkong also saw the man he just met.

His head was wrapped in a pile of rotten flesh, and his body was gradually assimilated. The people walking around were just deformed monsters one after another, with just a human face.

There are broken cracks everywhere in the space, and no one knows where these cracks are connected.

Maybe it happened to be connected to a weird place.

Dimensions are things that even the Star Gods have not thoroughly studied.

"Hey, it seems I still have to work overtime."

Noticing Lingkong's gaze, several monsters began to walk towards Lingkong.

"Hello. Welcome to the back alley of Belloberg."

"Do you want to join us? You can get everything here."

With a thought, his fingertips ignited a ball of green flame, and flicked it towards the ground covered with flesh buds. In an instant, the violent flames seemed to have tasted accelerant and began to burn more violently. Wherever it passed, monsters The wailing continued.

"No! No! Sir! Please!"

Ignoring the wailing, he simply dealt with it, turned around and walked towards home.

"Crack. Pseudoman. Memory. Hey. March 7th. Didn't you realize that there is something wrong with this world?"

The seemingly calm upper area also has undercurrents.

There are so many places to explore in this world.

There is a back alley theme, and it seems that we can try it tonight. Can we support the little brother Wallace to rise to the top?

Remembering the smell of the meat sprouts, Lingkong felt it for a moment. Has this city been invaded to this extent?

The Star God will not care about this tiny place, judging from the spread of the Star Core and the extent of the invasion of these weird things.

Beloberg. Just a world forgotten by God.