Chapter 288: No war in Jarilo, Cocolia watched by the Foundation

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out in front of Cocolia, with a hot breath, and a burst of pain came from her chest.

Cocolia looked at the muzzle emitting smoke, widened her eyes, showed a stunned expression, and her footsteps swayed.

It's not that she hadn't imagined that Bronya would refuse her because she didn't understand her.

For this reason, she had thought of many ways to win Bronya to her side, and at worst, she could join forces with the "Stellaron" to brainwash Bronya and distort her concepts.

Even if it's a wild dog, raised by her side for more than ten years, it won't have no feelings.

Let alone the foster daughter she brought up since childhood and trained as her successor.

But she didn't expect it.

After she confessed all her secrets, Bronya not only didn't stand on her side, but chose the most pedantic and desperate path, refusing to join the glorious evolution.

Moreover, as a daughter, she pointed a gun at her mother.

This broke her heart.

"Ding—"

The bullet head fell from her, making a crisp sound.

After Cocolia signed a contract with the "Stellaron," she was accepting the power of the "Stellaron," being gradually eroded and transformed, and could be immune to ordinary bullets and swords.

At this moment, Bronya fired before the "Stellaron," and how could a thin bullet cause damage to a body that had been well-trained?

Bronya was not panicked, let alone panicked because of the act of killing her relative.

"Bang!"

She pulled the trigger again and said calmly:

"We are guardians chosen by ordinary people, mother! Our duty is to 'Preserve' the world built by humans! We are not gods, not judges!"

"You want to step on humanity, and at the same time play the role of judge and god—I cannot allow this!"

She is a general of the Silvermane Guards, one of the unfallen flags on the front line, and a guardian of Belobog.

She has received military training since childhood, accepted the will belonging to "Preservation," and the duties and honor she sticks to make her not choose to betray.

Even if the enemy she faces is the current Supreme Guardian, her mother.

How could Cocolia not have walked this way.

However, she had long forgotten.

Despair outweighed hope, and the bewitchment of the "Stellaron" became the last straw.

In Cocolia's mind, the voice of the "Stellaron" sounded in time.

"She refused... do what you should do..."

"Bang!"

Suffering from gunfire again, Cocolia was not angry or sad, but surprisingly calm, and an inexplicable emotion filled her entire mind.

The world seemed to become small, Bronya's face became blurred, and everything in Belobog gradually became strange.

Cocolia's entire mind was changing under the influence of the "Stellaron."

"So that's it... your choice is... so that's it. I understand, Bronya."

"Pity... pity you can't see the beautiful world. You can't break through the 'shackles' of thought. Do you know? You should have been... the 'mother' of the new world."

Answering Cocolia was another gunshot.

Bronya stared, holding the gun, the cold wind swirling on the tip of the bayonet.

This girl, who had always regarded her mother as her glory until now, was calm and strange at this moment. As a mortal, she could resist its gibberish and bewitchment in front of the "Stellaron."

Even without witnessing more, her figure gradually overlapped with successive Supreme Guardians.

"This city... the fate of Belobog is already doomed, and its future will unfold in our hands."

"And you, and the entire Belobog... will become the cornerstone of this new world!"

Cocolia's voice sounded again, with a faint smile, which was mockery.

"The ancestors built this city with their own hands and struggled to continue civilization in the swaying wind and snow. Even if this world is destined to fall apart, the road to the ending should be paved by humans themselves."

"Instead of handing over fate to this seed of disaster!"

Bronya roared, fired the last bullet, held the rifle, pushed out with both hands, the blade drew a silver line, but missed. She rushed forward again, pushed out the bayonet, but was dodged by Cocolia.

Stopping, Bronya looked at Cocolia's pace again, about to attack again, but was overturned by a strong airflow and rolled far away.

Cocolia raised her hand, and the cold airflow gathered with her movements, rolled up the flying snow, and formed a long spear in her hand.

A knight spear representing the identity of the Supreme Guardian and the will of "Preservation."

"Without breaking the old, there is no way to establish the new!"

The spear tip carried frost and stabbed at Bronya.

"……Cave heaven illusion, a long dream... break!"

The long spear collided with the long spear, and the sound of gold and iron clashing rang out.

Cocolia was abruptly stopped in her offensive, and nameless anger surged endlessly in her heart—one after another, there were always people coming to break her plan and hinder the arrival of the new world.

Just as she looked back along the spear tip that was against each other, realized that the visitor's clothing and face did not belong to Belobog, and remembered that it was a member of the visitors from outside the sky, her anger reached its peak.

……

Bronya thought she was going to die.

Her mother might have planned this moment for decades, or chose to trade with the "Stellaron" shortly after inheriting the position of Supreme Guardian.

And she knew nothing about it, just driven by duty and responsibility, chose to raise a rebellious blade against her mother.

Logically speaking, failure is inevitable.

At this time, two figures appeared out of thin air, just like the various strange phenomena in the "Fragmentum."

The pink-haired and pink-eyed girl came in front of her and helped her up in a hurry.

"Who are you..."

"The 'Astral Express'!"

March 7th emphasized, and then, without the other party's consent, immediately applied her unskilled space ability and took Bronya away from Cocolia's attack radius.

A violent sense of dizziness followed, the outlines of everything between heaven and earth melted, and the colors were stewed into a ball.

By the time Bronya recovered, she was already in a temporary camp, and the walls of the temporary camp were nothing else, but one trash can after another piled up.

That's right, trash cans.

In front of her, "Stelle" did not avoid it at all, continuously taking out trash cans made of cold iron from the void, and continued the construction work.

Bronya exclaimed: