As soon as Nero spoke, the three Fish Riding Buckets immediately became lively.
The golden bucket said, "My lord is right. Your mouth is yours. Say whatever you want!"
The silver bucket said, "Archimedes, you no longer need to fear Tartalov's damn tyranny. The new lord we are to serve is right here!"
The bronze bucket said, "That's right. Here, you shall witness it. The radiance cast down by the God of Beauty is the goal pursued by countless buckets!"
Looking at the three generals and listening to what they said, Archimedes nodded.
Then he looked at Nero. After a brief silence, he did his best to keep the same tone and pace as before.
"Oh... Few buckets are ever this straightforward. I do have a Proof of Trust, but it was lost in the garbage mountain...
"But since you need it, then I must retrieve it and hand it over to you!"
With that, Archimedes walked straight toward a bucket in the garbage pile. He lifted the lid, and two or three True Sting Bugs crawled out.
At that instant, March immediately prepared for battle.
Firefly behind them also got ready. Her expression was complicated as she looked at these remnants of the Propagation.
The next moment, however, they heard Archimedes shout, "You vile insects, stop blocking my path! Though I am a scholar and a wise man, that doesn't mean I'm powerless!"
Everyone then saw Archimedes push off the ground and slam forward with a headbutt, instantly killing one bug. Right after that, he followed with a spinning kick on the spot and kicked the other bug to death as well.
Finally, he searched through the bucket and took out the Proof of Trust.
Archimedes handed the Proof of Trust to Nero, but March, who was standing beside him, picked it up first.
Thinking that Archimedes should be the wisest among the buckets, Nero asked, "We're still missing one last Proof of Trust. Do you know where we can find it?"
After thinking for a moment, Archimedes replied, "Among us, there is a legend. It says that whoever can open the Garbage Treasury is the savior destined to defeat Tartalov!"
"The God of Garbage sent him to distribute the tyrant's financial reports to all buckets. Perhaps we can go take a look at the treasury."
Thus, Archimedes also became a Fish Riding Bucket. He led the group toward the treasury.
At this moment, quite a few young and brave buckets had gathered there.
Seeing this, March didn't waste a word. She walked up and kicked the treasury door open.
Stunned, the buckets that had been talking among themselves all fell silent.
The silence lasted several seconds before cheers erupted from the buckets.
One brave bucket stepped forward and said to Bucket March, "If you raise the banner of rebellion against Tartalov, I will surely follow you!"
After saying that, just like the other buckets, he rushed into the treasury, opened his bucket lid, and frantically stuffed the treasures and money into his bucket body.
During the process, Nero and the other two successfully obtained the final Proof of Trust.
Once they had everything, the group returned with a large crowd of Fish Riding Buckets to report back to Shatana.
"Hmm, it seems you've fulfilled the contract..." Shatana said after examining the proofs.
"...The day has finally come. Then let us depart. I will lead you to the Pillar of Creation of the Throne to witness the future of our people... May you succeed."
At this point, the dream seemed to enter its next stage.
The scene shifted, and the three of them arrived in a snowy field.
Many garbage bins lay on the ground here. Some leaned against one another. Some let out faint groans, while others no longer made any sound at all. Their lids had fallen off.
Even though they all looked like nothing more than garbage bins, there was no denying that the scene of bodies strewn everywhere was truly tragic.
As they walked forward, a colossal object suddenly fell from the sky.
It was a gigantic bomb with its fuse burning.
The bomb exploded, and everyone scattered to avoid it.
Only March was blasted into the air, then caught by a gigantic figure.
It was an enormous Sampo. After smiling at March, Giant Sampo casually threw her back down.
The little Stellaron baby fell from high in the air, slammed into a steel beam, bounced off a concrete wall, and finally landed, knocking over a garbage bin.
Fortunately, neither March nor the garbage bin beneath her was harmed.
All around them were the advancing army of garbage bins and an endless chain of explosions.
For some reason, the war had suddenly entered its climactic stage.
But this was a dream, so it made perfect sense.
Nero and Firefly hurried all the way over and found March.
"Are you okay?" Firefly asked as she helped March to her feet.
March shook her head.
Ahead of them, Giant Sampo kept laughing loudly as he hurled bomb after bomb.
Countless garbage bins were blasted into the air.
March gritted her teeth, then charged straight ahead.
Firefly reached out, wanting to grab her, but she was a moment too late.
Nero looked thoughtfully at the bombs Sampo was throwing down and called out, "Black Cutter!"
The next moment, a black meteor fell into the dream, landed before Nero, and let out a clear sword cry.
"Counterattack," Nero said.
Black Cutter almost immediately understood what Nero meant.
With another ringing sword cry, an invisible influence spread outward. The bombs Giant Sampo had thrown suddenly froze in midair without exploding.
Then, one after another, they shook, sprouted arms and legs, and turned into Bomb Men!
Firefly, who had clenched her fists while holding back from transforming into SAM to conceal her identity, suddenly froze.
Then, under Firefly's astonished gaze, the Bomb Men roared and cheered as they charged forward shoulder to shoulder with March, rushing toward Giant Sampo together.
Firefly looked at Nero in amazement.
She knew this kid was formidable in close combat, but she had never heard that he was actually a summoner.
'And why did those bombs have to turn into the same shape as the garbage bucket people!?'