It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Blame it on you and the swing dance,

Party all night long,

Rock and roll never stops,

No one is wrong,

Blame it on you.

I danced all night long,

Blame it on yourself.

It's no one's fault.

Who made you addicted to rock music?

The carnival reached its climax, but it eventually came to an end. In the dim light of the night, the suit that should have been worn was draped over her shoulders like a cloak. Her heroic spirit, beauty, loveliness, and purity were all frozen in an instant, becoming the deepest and highest "joy".

And what followed was only one thing, that is——

Thunderous applause and cheers.

The audience cheered wildly, and we could see in their eyes the desire that seemed to indicate they were still not satisfied. After all, rock and roll dancing wouldn't really last all night, but perhaps in their hearts, the image of our talented singer and dancer had become lingering in their minds along with the rock and roll steps.

The lights dimmed, and dark figures gradually emerged from the shadows. The lead singer pushed the door of the backstage lounge open with a big hand. He sat down in the lounge, which was well decorated and looked comfortable enough, grabbed a drink, and enjoyed it. The rest of the people also squeezed in.

"Wu--call it a day!"

The saxophone player lifted his legs and casually took off his hat and threw it aside. He looked still very passionate, as if he was still not satisfied. He said to the lead singer,

"Son of God, you are really amazing. I feel like with your performance, this is a sure win."

"Don't say that. Everyone performed very well, and it was within our expectations. After all, it was just a formality, and our goal was indeed achieved, so that's all. Next, let's take a break, we'll be busy later."

Bai Lin replied calmly. She'd had plenty of opportunities to perform on stage during her lifetime, so this situation wasn't a big deal to her. However, it was impossible to say she wasn't happy.

Chapter 888 Jack Donkey

In fact, the reason for this performance was, as everyone said, "just a formality." Bai Lin and the remaining Dark Knights came up with this idea in order to enter the city with a legitimate identity and take root here.

Through this performance, they campaigned to become the resident band of this livehouse. In this way, no matter how weird their dress or culture is, it would be justified.

The reason why it was called a formality was actually because the owner of this pub had already negotiated with everyone. Therefore, it was mainly to convince other bands and regular guests that this real performance would take place.

The Dark Knights knew how to use these instruments, and the poet had actually arranged for them to learn them long ago, after all, she could predict the future. Bai Lin's performance skills were also a legacy from his previous life. After just a few rehearsals, they were already able to put together a decent show. It was more than enough to hold the stage.

It can be said that the preliminary preparations have been completed very well. Next, they will show their skills here.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the lounge. Then, the door was pushed open vigorously, and a man with a donkey head, wearing a suit, and with a flamboyant and enthusiastic expression, came out and said loudly,

"It was amazing! Your performance really exceeded my expectations. I was initially worried that you weren't professional enough and would need some tinkering. I didn't expect it to be so perfect!"

Obviously, the one who came was the boss. As he spoke, he walked to Bai Lin's side, stretched out his hands, and invited him warmly.

"Even if you're not here to do underground work, I'm still happy to hire people like you. Oh—especially you, Holy Son. If you can continue to perform there, I'd be happy to offer you a high salary."

"Ahem, I've retired, Jack Donkey, let's get down to business."

Bai Lin also looked very serious, coughed twice, and replied seriously. Jack Donkey also withdrew his hand and replied to everyone,

"As for business, there's no problem. You don't need to perform on stage every day. Just show up occasionally. Everything is arranged according to your own schedule. It's not uncommon for resident bands to postpone their schedules due to personalities. Do whatever you want, just don't disturb the guests."

Hearing this, the poet also stood up. At this time, she had changed back into her normal clothes and put on her mask. She said,

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. It's rare to find a boss as sober as you in this city. By the way, have you completed everything I arranged earlier?"

Jack Donkey nodded vigorously upon hearing this and replied,

"Everything is arranged and ready to go. Just go ahead and get to work! I won't bother you any further here. Just leave someone behind and go with me when I announce the results."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

Following the poet's reply, Jack Donkey also left the lounge. Bai Lin tilted his head, looked at the door, and said,

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. By the way, boss, how come Jack Donkey was so easy to talk to and helped us? Didn't you say that this city has a big and deep problem? It really doesn't feel like a fishing trap, but I don't know why."

The poet replied calmly,

"Everything has a cause and an effect. It behaved this way because of something it's been through, but that has nothing to do with us. Our goal is to prevent the cause that allowed it to be so happy from happening to others. Even if we can't completely eliminate it, we can at least reduce it."

As she spoke, the poet stood up, walked to the back of the lounge, opened the door of the toilet, and said,

"Let's go and take a look outside. Wearing normal armor won't look out of place in this city. Just looking at the model won't be enough to understand the terrain, so we might as well take a walk and get some fresh air. Alvin, you stay."

The guitarist, whose name was called, nodded and sat against the wall. The rest of the group squeezed into the restroom.

This toilet looks no different from a normal toilet, and the decoration is quite modern, just like the decoration outside. There seem to be quite a few buttons on the smart toilet, Bai Lin couldn't help but sigh,

"If things continue to develop, even this bathroom will be incomprehensible. I never thought that such an old-fashioned idea as a hidden passage in the bathroom would still be used today."

"Old-fashioned, but effective. Let's go."

The poet casually flipped a few switches, and everyone immediately became serious and grabbed the poles around them to stabilize their bodies. With a loud bang, a strong sense of push back appeared on everyone's body as the toilet space moved. Not long after, it stopped. The ceiling was moved away, and a hole appeared.

"We'll go a little further to the T-34 waterway entrance. Don't mind the stench, we'll have to walk many more roads like this in the future."

The poet was the first to jump out, and Bai Lin shrugged and followed him out. The rest of the people followed one after another.

Waterways are never supposed to smell good, but since everyone here has lived in harsh environments before, it's not a big deal.

As they emerged from the waterway, they fully grasped the truth that "armor wouldn't be too out of place." They were in a desolate area near the city's edge, yet still bustling with activity. Along the dusty roadside lay a variety of electronic scrap, flashing LEDs. The few vehicles appeared colorful, and passersby were dressed in a variety of attire, from ancient to modern.

Before them lay a city ablaze with lights, its buildings towering into the sky. The vast array of neon lights, visible even from dozens of kilometers away, piled together like a small castle of desire and splendor, captivating the eye. Beyond modernity, the densely packed modern elements were a dizzying sight.

The stars in the sky were few and far between, but the neon lights on the ground were dense. This was truly... a scene that Bai Lin missed, yet not quite the same.

She gazed into the distance, at the buildings stacked one after another. Even with the flickering lights, a feeling of oppression and suffocation reached her. The dilapidated buildings in the surrounding suburbs were also crammed with people.

Chapter 889: Notes While Walking

Several dark knights seemed dazzled by the splendor. Only Bai Lin, who lived in that era, understood the urban decadence beneath the splendor.

Of course, the environment here seemed more advanced and freer than modern times. According to the poet, the gap between the rich and the poor and the class structure was even more extreme, and the wealth held by the top was even greater. Just standing here, Bai Lin knew what kind of tough battle was coming.

At this moment, a hand fell on Bai Lin's shoulder. It seemed that the poet had noticed her feelings in advance, so he said at this moment,

"Don't worry too much. I know you're the one who knows best how bad the situation is, and you've experienced this kind of life. But we all understand the situation as well. Camillan doesn't give its people too much freedom. The Dark Knights have all seen firsthand the migrant workers who were exploited after the war."

"Everyone understands the arduous task, and this situation can't be easily overturned. But that's only for them... What if a massive force suddenly intervened to push things forward? Would everything be different? You've probably thought about that."

She looked at Bai Lin and asked. Bai Lin nodded. Changing the sky is indeed difficult. For those living under it, they don't have the power to shake the ceiling. Even if they could, it would only create a small hole, which would trigger some subsequent disasters, and then the hole would be repaired. After that, the world would probably continue to turn the same, and it would even affect the families of those who took action, making their lives even more miserable.

But what if a group of "gods" arrived? They could simply overturn the heavens. That way, things would be completely different. Sometimes, the way the world works is much simpler than we imagine. Pure force, unwavering in its power, a direct, unconditional slap in the face of the existing heavens, can sometimes be the most effective.

Bai Lin nodded and replied to the poet,

"I believe in you, and I believe in everyone."

"You have to believe in yourself. Compared to saving the world, this is just a piece of cake. Stand tall and do your best."

"Yeah, let's go first, and go back early after a while."

So, everyone headed towards the city. For a city like this, the Dark Knights were undoubtedly country bumpkins, but their behavior was not too out of the ordinary. After all, they basically didn't chat with people on the street, so such a small group of people wearing armor and doing retro cosplay didn't seem strange.

As they approached the city center, the world grew ever larger, unfolding before them in a way beyond their imagination. Close-up views always offer a greater sense of shock, but that's all they can say. The excessive noise made all the Dark Knights feel a bit overwhelmed, with Bai Lin being the only one who was slightly less affected. This was probably the reason they chose to depart from the city's edge.

"Hiss, poet, this really makes me breathless."

The original saxophonist frowned and said so, and the poet replied briefly,

"It doesn't matter. Only the Holy Son will need to be exposed to such an environment for a long time. As for you, just make sure it doesn't affect your normal movements. You can ignore those dazzling things and just take note of the important architectural structures. We'll need them when planning your route."

...? If you're just walking around and taking notes like this, how can you remember it? Do you think the Dark Knights are superheroes?

Bai Lin was a little confused about the poet's words. Looking at Bai Lin who was looking at him, the poet also anticipated the other party's prediction and replied,

"You are able to do this because you are strengthened by your rank, and you are inherently different from ordinary people. After long periods of training, it's not surprising that you possess such abilities, Holy Son. The Dark Knights, on the other hand, possess only pure experience, and they can do the same as you. You know, each of them is a genius, and after years of training, they can master the same skills as you. So why should it be surprising?"

The poet's words brought Bai Lin to a sudden realization. Indeed, his own abilities were merely the product of his natural talents and hard work. The Dark Knights had made it this far, and their dedication to self-cultivation was no less than Bai Lin's. Who wasn't a genius? Who was less hardworking? This group of people, themselves, couldn't be viewed from the perspective of a normal human being.

"Oh, walk slower, I'm going to forget."

At this time, a voice complained like this. When Bai Lin heard this, her eyes lit up immediately. By the way, isn't there a place with shorter training time here? If she didn't talk about it quickly, it would be unfair to her heart that was sometimes childish. She shook her head at Xiao Nuo and said,

"You're so amateur, Xiao Nuo. You can't fall behind in something that everyone can do. You clearly said that you're an adult, which means you're no different from us. You can't just be a half-assed person."

These words almost made the poet speechless, but the knights around him did not express much. Xiao Nuo glared at Bai Lin and replied fiercely,

"What are you talking about? I'll write down every detail of this city tonight. How difficult is that?"

As he spoke, the only young and energetic person here quickened his pace and rushed forward. The poet pushed Bai Lin, who scratched his head, understood what he meant, and chased after him.

"Xiao Nuo is just that type, the type who gets very hard when provoked. The Holy Son really has a good rapport with her."

Sister Chafa folded her arms and sighed as she watched the two men charging forward. The saxophone player beside her also smiled and replied,

"It's indeed suitable. Now there's someone who can control this brat. That's great."

Meanwhile, Xiao Nuo's initial pace wasn't particularly alarming. After all, in this world, it's better to be less conspicuous. But seeing Bai Lin catch up, her competitive spirit was piqued, and she sped up.

Unexpectedly, no matter how fast she ran, Bai Lin always seemed to stay within a certain distance of her. When she ran fast, Bai Lin ran fast too; when she ran slow, Bai Lin also slowed down. There wasn't even a single unevenness in speed; he stuck to Xiao Nuo like a shadow. The two of them continued to move forward, often at a speed faster than the jogging lane.

Chapter 890 Do You Really Want to Shout?

Finally, after running for a distance, Xiao Nuo couldn't help it anymore. She stopped and waved to Bai Lin.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of being spotted by the city's law enforcement? It's not appropriate to keep traveling at super-high speeds, is it?"

Bai Lin, who caught up later, didn't look tired at all. She came to Xiao Nuo's side with ease and said,

"Then why don't you run around? Who knows what you're going to do? I have to watch you, right?"

As he spoke, Bai Lin put his hand to his ear and said,

"Yeah, I caught up. So fast? Okay, I'll tell her."

As he spoke, Bai Lin spread his hands towards Xiao Nuo and said,

"The boss has spoken. That's all for tonight. If you want to take notes on the entire city, there will be plenty of opportunities later. Time to call it a day."

Due to the limitations of mysterious forces, the Dark Knights could only travel in a limited number of troops at a time. Otherwise, the poets wouldn't be able to provide sufficient protection, leaving them without protection and potentially causing problems. Therefore, the Dark Knights would rotate back and forth in groups of three, working in shifts to ensure efficiency.

Xiao Nuo, being of the new generation, did not need the poet's protection, so she naturally had much more freedom of action, just like the poet and Bai Lin. So Bai Lin's statement that she had plenty of opportunities was not without reason.

When Xiao Nuo heard this, she looked unhappy. She tapped her helmet, curled her lips, and then looked at Bai Lin and said,

“So fast…”

"Yes, this city is quite beautiful, right? But we are not here for sightseeing. When the time comes, we should leave. Don't dawdle. That's not like you."

Bai Lin certainly understood that young people have a playful nature. Not everyone can see every wonder in just two years like she did. But Xiao Nuo's expression seemed a little complicated. She looked at Bai Lin, who looked nonchalant, and slowly straightened up. Then, the haze in her eyes was wiped away, and her figure flashed away at the same time, leaving only a shadow and a sentence.

"Well, now that it's time to go back, there's no need to worry about the Enforcers chasing us. Let's race as hard as we can. We might not get another chance later!"

Obviously, our Xiao Nuo's competitive spirit is still there. She couldn't have said nothing about Bai Lin's repeated criticism of her. Bai Lin didn't rush to chase her, but put her hand to her ear again.

"Yeah, ran away."

"That's perfect. Try the assigned mech. Find a place where it won't kill anyone. From now on, you'll have to wear it while operating in the city. Showing up tonight will also serve as a clear signal to the city."

The poet seemed to have anticipated this, and after a few quick conversations, he made arrangements with Bai Lin. Bai Lin smiled faintly, and with a wave of her hand, her armor instantly dispelled, revealing a communication headset that stretched from the side of her ear to the back of her neck. Her white hair fluttered freely in the night breeze, and she shouted proudly,

"Then come on!"

As she shouted, a satellite outside the universe above the dome was also aimed at the street below.

"Environmental conditions: Good, coordinates calibrated, thrusters ready, full route planned, launch commenced."

As a massive amount of data analysis and real-time observation proceeded, the cold sound of machinery echoed through Bai Lin's ears. Then, from a basement outside the bar, a square container, tightly encased in a carapace, slowly rose. The engine beneath the container slowly ignited, and the immense thrust instantly propelled the entire container into the sky.

At a certain point, the container's shell instantly shattered, splitting into separate mechanical bodies that scattered in all directions, blazing like stars embracing the moon. The flying star fell, its metal armor, thick and textured, instantly arriving beside Bai Lin.

Bai Lin stretched out her body, and a large amount of metal instantly lifted her body from the ground and enveloped her within the semi-assembled machine. The metal outer shell then absorbed the armor that flew in, and 371 closed patterns perfectly meshed at the same time, forming a flawless steel body.

The massive body, predominantly black, emanated a faint white glow. Tiny, colorful sprays of paint streaked across the entire body, adding a touch of undulation to the otherwise perfectly streamlined shell. Tiny, otherworldly characters were engraved on the cartilage connecting the various parts, seemingly meaning "Donatzi." And at the very back of the armor, an immense ring fully highlighted the armor's distinctive features.

The individual mecha, which is more than four meters tall, does not overshadow the lizardman's carrot. Instead, it serves as the exterior and carrier of Bai Lin, exerting her personal strength.

"Use the chocolate of love, pour it with the chocolate of justice! Regardless of black and white, always spread love and deliciousness to the world! Dessert warriors who carry out love, donut warriors, come on!"

Bai Lin clapped her hands, performing nimble and powerful movements in her mecha, then quickly withdrew her hands and whispered to the poet,

"I feel like this mecha isn't special effects enough. Do I really need to yell? It doesn't really fit the theme."

"The original machine wasn't like this. It took a lot of iterations to get to the look you see today. But no matter what, we can't lose the old tradition. After all, we need to convey the image of the Donut Warrior."

The poet spoke seriously, and it was obvious that she was not joking, nor was she deliberately teasing Bai Lin. Bai Lin thought for a long time, moved his limbs, looked at his mechanical arm, and couldn't figure out what it was. Finally, he sighed and agreed.