Armed Train in the Apocalypse

"No, it's not that I am optimistic about this train."

The middle-aged man rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. The woman was now strongly opposed to him, and whatever he said would trigger her instinctive resistance.

"Don't you find evolution fascinating? When a bullet or a shell is developed, its power is already fixed. Although there might be minor differences, the same model won't be worlds apart."

Wang Yi was a bit impatient, "If you want to lecture, then shut your mouth."

The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards the window, speaking to himself, "When they are transported to the battlefield, no matter how they are used, their effects are the same. But evolution is different. This is a power held in the hands of every Evolver, capable of changing with personal will, just like earlier when several Tier One Evolvers intercepted a shell."

"Even though they relied on the train, relied on those immutable dead objects, eventually, they will evolve to a higher tier, surpass those things whose power is already fixed. That kind of vibrant, ever-flowing life force is truly likable."

Wang Yi uncharacteristically remained silent for a moment, understanding what was implied in his words.

The more people lack something, the more they care about it.

And for those like them, who had already acquired vast wealth and status by their fifties, what they crave most is this vibrant life force.

Luxurious material enjoyment made them more sensitive to their own physical aging.

Subtle changes in taste, muscles gradually stiffening and losing their flexibility, lack of energy...

That feeling is like a messenger of the Death God, standing by her bed every day, recording the time she spends, then slowly taking something from her.

The passing of lifespan isn't frightening; what's frightening is gradually losing one's perception of the world.

So in the face of evolution, people like them, who "know the mandate of heaven," become more excited and more frenzied.

"But there will be a second, a third, and even more."

Wang Yi slightly lifted her chin, speaking coldly and regally.

...

"An anti-tank gun!"

"Why didn't you bring out such a good thing earlier?"

"Chairman Li, if you had said you had this, we wouldn't be in such a hurry..."

"Indeed..."

Li Wangchuan listened to the brainless muttering of the directors behind him and was already extremely annoyed.

When he saw the first shell being intercepted, he had a bad premonition.

Many things don't suddenly collapse at that point, just like a hastily concluded novel; the real foreshadowing has been laid much earlier.

But he can't afford to lose!

For Wang Yi, the Steel Council was just an inheritance left by her father, not her entire world. But for Li Wangchuan, the Steel Council and the New City Project were everything for him and his Li Family. Others could lose, but he couldn't afford to!

Looking at the blazing armed train in the distance, Li Wangchuan silently analyzed the source of his unease.

...

Metal and gunpowder remained the main melody of the night, but the thunder and fire of evolution were equally striking.

Like Li Wangchuan's unease, the armed train withstood the next two shells, and then the dazzling thunder and fire once again took over the battlefield within a hundred meters.

The results of Su Huan's day and night absorption of the Pan-energy Crystal were finally displayed at this moment.

Level 4 "Pan-energy Transformation" directly increased energy conversion efficiency to 40%, combined with Level 3 "Energy Shaping" and Level 3 "Pan-energy Perception." The originally investigative "Static Swamp" was turned into a power grid by him, making every area it reached a forbidden zone.

Almost no skill was needed—just sheer volume, plenty to go around!

And Lin Jin's flames followed Su Huan's lightning, crazily sweeping over the invaders.

However, he didn't have the bold energy reserves of Su Huan and couldn't sustain burning large-scale targets. He could only use momentary high temperatures to inflict damage, aiming to injure rather than roast them into charred corpses as before.

The metallic armor in front of the cockpit peeled off layer by layer, and the original glass had long shattered into pieces, becoming a transparent panoramic skylight.

Liang Kuan remained unmoved in his driver's seat, cradling a shield in one hand and steadily operating the train with the other.

He Jie was shocked to the point of losing all expressions as he watched Xiaoba beside him, who had hard-countered three 85-caliber shells and now looked somewhat languid due to excessive energy consumption.

Why, among the operators, is his own team so weak?

Never mind everything else, just with this ability to hard-counter an 85-caliber shell, a million-level zombie tide... it seems not impossible...

With a dull thud, He Jie's fantasy was interrupted.

The projectile was electromagnetically accelerated to nearly Mach 5, slicing through the night with a ghostly blue glow and hitting the direction where the artillery had come from.

Something was triggered, causing a bright secondary explosion.

"Two more kills!"

Su Huan chuckled lightly, placing his foot on the console, holding the City Breaker sniper rifle in his hand. He grabbed the edge of the window frame with one hand, flipped himself onto the train's front.

Before he could even stand firm, a barrage of bullets rained down on him.

The air in front of him suddenly distorted, acid rain vaporized, high temperatures surged forward, and an invisible flame instantly melted the bullet tips into a puddle of molten iron, tossing it aside with a hiss on the train's armor.

Lao San, who controlled Iron Rain, immediately retaliated viciously towards the firing position.

The 14.5 armor-piercing rounds could teach everyone the meaning of silence.

Su Huan's eyelids lowered as he saw Lin Jin, panting heavily, standing on the console with a burnt arm clinging to the window edge, the wound bubbling due to the acid rain.

His other hand reached onto the train frame, trying laboriously to climb up.

Su Huan's voice was like grinding stones against one another, carrying a trace of inexplicable emotion.

"You'll die."

"No, I still have to see my sister."

"I really can't stand you."

Lin Jin was momentarily stunned as he looked at the outstretched hand in front of him and gazed up at the train conductor standing on the carriage. The conductor's narrow eyes were illuminated starkly by the headlights of the mining engineering vehicles surrounding the train.

Like the eyes of wolves on a snowy night, sharp and clear.

"Pa!"

The two hands clasped together.

Su Huan hoisted Lin Jin up with one hand.

He Jie, who had somehow ended up on top of the train, let the acid rain wash down his chiseled brow, forming streams on his jaw, soaking his black tank top. He looked at the scene in front of him with a heavy gaze, "There are quite a few people."

Without even looking, Su Huan could sense dozens of murderous intents piercing through the rain curtain, scattered in the darkness between the engineering vehicles.

They were all Evolvers, many of them Tier One.

However, none of them were carrying guns, presumably because Xiaoba had taught them a painful lesson.

"Pa!"

He clicked his tongue.

Su Huan grinned, his clear and loud voice overpowering the engine noise, echoing all around, "He Jie said he wants to tie your baskets into butterfly knots!"

After saying this, he patted Lin Jin's shoulder and chuckled lightly, "Then you stay here with him."

He finished speaking and, under the dumbfounded gazes of the two, jumped directly off the train with his sniper rifle.

Feeling the dozens of murderous intents shooting toward him, He Jie cursed inwardly, knowing that Su Huan, that scoundrel, had bad intentions!

"Pa-pa-pa——"

Cold shots fired again!

He Jie dodged while counterattacking.

Meanwhile, Su Huan, who had been under the spotlight, just shook a few times before darting into the shadows.

His eyes bore no trace of humor, only cold killing intent remained.

On the train, there were a total of four Tier One Evolvers. Qu Hang was still in a severely injured state, He Jie mildly injured, Lin Jin and Xiaoba, who was close to Tier One, managed to intercept three shells, and now they were all in a weakened state. Even using Pan-energy Crystals wouldn't help for long.

It's impossible to fill the big pit with abilities alone.

There were about three hundred meters to the big pit ahead, and though the train was moving slowly, it would cover that distance in less than two minutes.

This meant he only had two minutes to fill a five-meter-deep pit.

The mining engineering vehicles, each weighing several hundred tons, were perfect for filling the pit.

Su Huan twisted his neck and pointed his sniper rifle to the right without a second thought, pulling the trigger.

"Boom!"

An electric arc cut through the air, and mist exploded.

But there was only a circle of expanding mist at the original spot.

He missed.

Su Huan raised an eyebrow in surprise, seeing a woman clinging like a spider to the side of an engineering vehicle on all fours.

With just one glance, Su Huan determined her profession.

Though her posture was strange, she had all her limbs intact, with no odd growths of flesh, clearly not following the flesh route of a Maker, but likely using combat techniques from the Defender field.

Just as Su Huan was momentarily dazed, a chilling wind suddenly crept in from behind.

However, within Su Huan's twenty-meter radius "Pan-energy Perception," it was as noticeable as a light bulb.

"Sizzle——"

A carbon fiber composite long knife slashed onto the ground.

The asphalt road instantly cracked open.

The soldier wielding the knife did not hesitate, sheathing his blade, rolling forward, swiftly turning around, and then gazing warily at Su Huan, who was perched vertically on a concrete pillar.

Su Huan showed no intention of attacking him but rather looked in several other directions.

A soldier clad in combat attire with a Night Demon Claw in hand, exuding a fierce aura, walked through the puddles.

Another, wielding a compound bow, circled outside, hesitating to make a move.

But what caught Su Huan's attention the most was a tall figure with a rubber baton, wearing the same training uniform as ordinary soldiers, with a black raincoat draped over.

Under the faint light, Su Huan could see the cold and harsh face under the cap, eyes filled with killing intent accumulated to the extreme.

Zhong Cheng, the "Fighting Master," a Tier Three Defender who later stood shoulder to shoulder with He Jie as one of the mainstays of the Steel Council!

Counting the individuals in front, there were a total of five Defenders.

Three Tier One, and two close to Tier One.

"I thought you would go for He Jie first."

"We'll kill you, then settle the score with that traitor."

The killing intent in Zhong Cheng's eyes didn't waver, steadily stepping toward Su Huan.

For Defenders, fighting was no different from the ancient warriors.

At the peak of their vigor, it was a fight for life or death in an instant!