Armed Train in the Apocalypse

The man was forcibly dragged over by four dogs, cursing awkwardly.

”Just came back, huh?” Song Zhiyue looked him over, ”Didn’t manage to get anything?”

The man sighed gloomily and then remembered something, saying, ”The mountain was cleaned out, not even a rabbit. Must have been scared off by something.”

Hearing this, Song Zhiyue’s eyes changed, ”White Demon?”

”No.”

Su Huan suddenly spoke, seeing the two look over, he pondered, ”They can only enter Donghuang’s territory in small numbers, can’t go deep, especially now that my people have blocked them, must be something else.”

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyue breathed a sigh of relief; helping Su Huan fight was fine, and he could earn some reward. As for Mao Bear, he couldn’t care less who went there—they definitely wouldn’t.

In any case, they’re hiding, and the White Demon can’t come in.

Su Huan promptly said, ”But you guys should recall your people in the north; if they get possessed, it’ll be troublesome.”

Song Zhiyue nodded solemnly, ”Already notified, the people over there either moved south or filled into Black Water Province in the east, the land is wide there, they’re not coming in.”

Even though he had confidence in his subordinates, Su Huan habitually activated detection, scanning the nearby mountain, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

”Seems like someone actually came through.”

”An expert?”

Song Zhiyue scratched at his stubble beard, a cold light emanating from his eyes.

But Su Huan’s words soon made his hair stand on end.

”Tier Three, two of them, have entered.”

Just as he was about to sound the alert, he saw Su Huan smile toward the end of the corridor.

An awkward female voice in Donghuang dialect came from there.

”We’re fighting up top, are you enjoying the show down there?”

A tall figure appeared within their line of sight, Tasia, as usual, wearing a white military uniform, chin high, exuding the fierce wind and snow aura from the northern territory, dropping the temperature of the entire space by several degrees.

What caught Su Huan’s attention more was the burly tag-along beside her.

Tasia showing up here was normal, after all, the train hovered overhead, the east was the frontline, Tasia coming down for a breather was expected, but how did Lian Jin end up entangled with her?

Su Huan sized up Lian Jin, the extravagant white suit nearly torn, relying solely on chest hair for warmth, already frosted, a leg hobbling, yet the aura was full, officially stepping into Tier Three.

Curious, he asked, ”Why are you here? And what’s with the bruises after only a few days?”

Tasia chuckled, ”Lost a fight, got a thorough beating.”

”What do you mean lost a fight? I didn’t react in time, and he ambushed me with a knife. If I had a weapon, it’s uncertain who would have won...”

Lian Jin shouted angrily.

Tasia seemed unsteady on her left foot and stomped on the latter’s foot, sneering lightly, ”Incompetent man.”

Lian Jin’s face turned liver-colored; causing this much pain to a Tier Three Evolver, Tasia clearly wasn’t holding back.

Their little interactions made Su Huan’s gaze somewhat subtle.

Beaten at home by his older sister, went out and found someone with a similar temperament to his sister—this guy purely likes this kind of thing!

Lian Jin spoke with grievance, ”I just advanced to Tier Three, my sister said I’m not needed at home and suggested I check in here for anything you might need. On the way through Rust Area, I met an idiot. As soon as I said my name is Lian Jin, he beat me up without another word. Being ambushed is one thing, but after he finished, he regretted out loud, asking why someone called War Giant would dodge!”

”Damn it, I’m called War Giant, not an idiot. Why shouldn’t I dodge while he’s attacking me?”

”And that damned thing developed a bloody Domain, there’s nowhere to run, had to grit my teeth and fight within it...”

Encountering Su Huan, Lian Jin seemed to find his backbone, starting to vent his grievances rapidly.

Aside, Song Zhiyue had a peculiar expression; he knew of Cheng Zhan, but he didn’t know what madness caused him to beat up Donghuang Heavy Industry’s young master, the train conductor’s brother-in-law. Was this arena failure venting out on Lian Jin?

Can’t be?

Tasia’s face slightly tensed; although Lian Jin was somewhat unserious, she acknowledged his strength. To beat Lian Jin like this meant Donghuang must have produced another Tier Three expert.

Like the lone moon suspended high, stars twinkling.

Foundations rich enough to drive despair.

Tasia looked complexly at the man leading the path of evolution, noticing his expression was slightly strange.

Su Huan patted Lian Jin’s arm, ”I know that person, it’s Cheng Zhan from Dragon Gate—competitive personality. Just find a chance to hit back...”

Considering Song Zhiyue was right there, Su Huan couldn’t uninhibitedly stir up, truly losing a great joy.

Lian Jin keenly noticed the train conductor’s smile was odd, but unsure why, chose not to think further, ”Speaking of which, how’s the fight against the White Demon going? Still not defeated after so long, harder than the Four Nations?”

”The situation is a bit complicated.”

Su Huan rubbed his chin, ”Let’s talk on the train.”

Since Iron Pine Forest decided not to join the battle, Song Zhiyue had no interest in hearing their strategy arrangements, only scheduling dinner with Su Huan for the evening as the three returned to the train.

Lian Jin shivered, ”Though cold here, folks live better than in the south.”

Su Huan nodded deeply, quite touched.

The Wind Snow Zone’s camp had characters with ambitions like Yushu Platform, but overall was more human than the others, lively, like a Utopia in the apocalypse.

If he had awakened here amidst the apocalypse, perhaps he never would have thought to build the train?

Once aboard, Su Huan handed Lian Jin over to He Jie.

The two had cooperated before, no need for further intervention.

Tasia also came up to discuss some war-related matters with He Jie.

At the east front, the United Army, due to fewer people, struggled forming a blockade like the west, and the White Demon’s attacks became sporadic, like dripping oil—not surging fully, but also not letting you leave.

The United Army seemed trapped, unable to advance or retreat, forced to wear them down.

Su Huan wandered around but couldn’t find traces of high-tier demons; moving too far might cause an ambush on the train, thus he had no solutions, relying on He Jie and others to figure something out.

After all, Mao Bear had limited population; since the battle’s start, casualties exceeded 200,000, many wiped out by Su Huan casually—white bear survivors wouldn’t suffice his killings, prolonging would mostly cost time, victory inevitably belonged to the Alliance Army.

Yet, the opposing side and that high-seated individual wouldn’t forever watch, so Su Huan waits too.

The Genetic Transformation Potion’s upgraded version was developed, Director Xu invited him to check it out.

The research speed didn’t surprise him; on-board, initial research sped rapidly, like Yu Jing’s exoskeleton, Vice President Deng’s train modifications—but then slowed significantly, akin to the progress bar of a game download where the last 1% requires more time than the preceding 99%.

As Ban Yunzhang’s electromagnetic research lab studied since Flood Zone, only grasping principles and usage methods, advancing further seemed nearly impossible.

The best production on board came from two departments: Huang Sea and Li Han’s plant cultivation, and Professor Ma’s Pan Energy communications—the former relying on ”Ability,” the latter continually modifying, optimizing existing equipment.

Any that required systematic, scientific knowledge stagnated, some entirely halted.

For example, Lin Xia’s medical theories, already sprinting down the evolution path, leaving traditional medicine behind; no Western or Chinese medicine compares to a single ”Healing Flame.”

As for internal injuries, simply cut them open, transforming into external injuries before treatment!