At the four entrances to the central station plaza of System #23, fifty thousand crimson-armored Pill-Fire Guards stood in ten dense battle formations.
In their raised right hands, fifty thousand Rank 6 Crimson-Crow Exploding Fire-Talismans crackled with volatile red sparks, turning the air above the streets into a shimmering heat haze.
At the front of the northern phalanx, Garrison Commander Yan (Rank 7 Mid) pointed his flame-saber at Boom-Pot Sun, who was standing on the top step of the Star-Train station cradling a thick, six-barreled black iron rotary cannon.
“Hahaha! Look at that greasy kitchen cook!” Garrison Commander Yan laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the square. “He’s wearing a soup apron and holding an iron stove-pipe! Does he think he can block fifty thousand Rank 6 fire-talismans with a sausage grinder?!”
Down at the bottom of the granite crater in the center of the square, Master Dan Hu poked his bruised face out from underneath the three legs of his own Purple-Flame Cauldron and screamed:
“Commander Yan! Don’t let that crazy cook pull the trigger! Back on Planet Canglan, they call him Boom-Pot Sun because every cauldron he touches blows up! Burn him and those two-note vending boxes to ashes right now!”
