The battle intensified.
The techniques were too flashy.
Morison pulled out his double-barreled shotgun, loaded with shotgun shells.
Another whip blade struck down from the sky with force, forcing the swordsman wielding the Big Ring Blade to parry the attack.
In an instant, the whip blade hooked onto the Big Ring Blade; the iron ring on the back of the blade beca a disadvantage at that mont, tightly entwined by the sharp, angular whip blade.
A sword can stab, and so can a knife.
As Morison pulled back with force, instead of retreating, the swordsman advanced with large strides, fast as lightning, thrusting towards Morison.
Regret was useless.
During a thrust, the other parts of the body were exposed.
With the double-barreled shotgun in his hands, Morison had the blacksmith at the edge of Yunxi City modify the firing chanism. With his speed, he could reload and fire seamlessly.
In an instant, the swordsman was upon him, and Morison was in grave danger as the blade tip nearly pierced him.
Things seed slow, yet everything happened in a flash.
Like wielding nunchaku, Morison rapidly opened and closed the shotgun, firing wildly with a clattering noise, seemingly without aim, but all the pellets targeted the swordsman.
In desperation, the swordsman had no choice but to shield his head and chest with his other hand.
Morison continued firing for two seconds, pulling the trigger seven or eight tis, and the small projectiles of the shotgun shells burst forth at close range.
The swordsman was blasted back over a ter; the Big Ring Blade dropped to the ground on impact, his arm mangled and bloody, and other parts riddled with pellet holes.
But this brute was tough-skinned, perhaps enhanced with Life Alchemy, as so bullets only embedded in the skin without penetrating.
Nevertheless, he was evidently losing, and Morison was well in control.
Wing Blades extended from both arms; holding a dagger in his hand, he unleashed a furious tal storm of multiple attacks on the swordsman, all in less than a second.
Morison retracted the chanism and dagger.
Blood gushed.
The swordsman knelt, already dead.
He had rcilessly killed all the opposing guards in the car.
The pirates sward in, beginning to take control of the nobles.
Morison moved to support other cars.
The Pioneer, excluding the locomotive, had a total of 21 cars.
Two cars, as well as the last one, number 21, housed ergency backup chanical Demon Puppets.
Mu Ran arranged Alanee’s car, number 20, amongst that of the Royal relatives, closer to the Magic Puppets for enhanced security.
The commotion was great, and Grim was already in combat mode.
He had a foreboding feeling earlier, not expecting to actually encounter a group of daredevil outlaws.
The top priority was to ensure Alanee’s safety; beyond that, it didn’t matter if everyone else on the train was wiped out.
Grim had no intention to engage in the fight.
Seeing horse bandits flooding into the car, it was relatively safer outside at the mont.
"Master, let’s leave this place."
Grim, without a mont’s delay, pulled out a long spear from the "Arrow Pouch" on his back.
He didn’t indulge in using junk; whether it was the Big Bow or the long spear, both incorporated precious Anti-Magic Materials, elevating their sharpness to a terrifying level.
Grim sliced through the outer shell of the car with the spear, prying open about ten centiters of steel, tearing a huge gap.
With both hands, he peeled back the exterior, forcefully creating a passage wide enough for a person.
But Alanee hesitated, could she really leave those people behind?
Grim couldn’t bear the responsibility of Alanee getting hurt, not even a minor scrape or re verbal threat.
"If we don’t leave now, those horse bandits will be here soon."
In these critical tis, Grim had to adopt extre asures; although highly presumptuous, he was prepared to drag Alanee away, bound if necessary, to escape the turmoil.
"You can’t help out, Aran? With your strength, you could easily deal with those horse bandits, and the faster, the better."
Alanee’s eyes showed so reluctance.
Without any visuals, the various sounds coming from ahead already conjured up the grisly horrors of a blood-drenched Purgatory.
Unlike re thugs and riffraff.
Those who dare to kill and plunder have annihilated all traces of humanity.
Grim clenched his fists; it wasn’t a question of whether he could defeat them, but one of priorities. Even if everyone on this train died, it wouldn’t compare to your safety.
He was about to take action and forcibly take Alanee away.
Rein and Shadi, a duo known for their cunning, lowly tricks, along with Lu the mini Magician, moved from the 18th car to this location without any difficulty.
Liszt and Morison had also hurried back from the forward cars to offer support; soon they would have complete control over the train.
The crisp sound of a door latch turning.
The door to the 20th car was opened.
To Rein’s astonishnt, this car was entirely a private compartnt, complete with a bathroom, tea room, and study—all indicating that the occupants’ status was significantly higher than those they had encountered before.
Suddenly, several gazes t.
Rein’s eyes flicked to Grim, and he instinctively felt sothing was amiss—this man was extrely dangerous! The first glance brought the overwhelming scent of corpses and bloodbaths, terrifying in its intensity.
During his ti in the adventure group, Rein had once t a Hall-level adventurer and experienced a similarly terrifying aura.
"Lu, use Ice Magic!"
Rein quickly pulled Shadi along, telling him to run and forget everything else.
The fierce frost spread from the floor of the car, but Grim simply swept it away with his spear, shattering all into fragnts of ice, utterly ineffective.
Lu was extrely shocked and quickly ran as well.
Grim, anticipating trouble, took up his Big Bow—not that he intended to fight, but he needed to take Alanee and get out.
But then... sothing bizarre happened.
Suddenly, the train started moving without any warning, fiercely gaining speed, quickly reaching eighty miles per hour.
All the cars.
From the first to the twenty-first, jolted violently, knocking everything on the tables to the floor, and all the passengers were thrown to the ground by the sudden acceleration.
In the 9th car.
"What’s going on?"
Liszt quickly got up from the floor, feeling very uneasy. Hadn’t Fen and the others gone to take control of the train’s head? Could they have failed?
But then ca another violent burst of acceleration.
Not only using cheap coal as fuel, but due to the urgency, the reserve Magic Power had been activated, causing the chanical wheels to operate at overclocked speeds.
The train was even exceeding again, speeding twenty-three miles over the 150-mile limit on the tracks, the already broken windows allowing terrifying gales to pour in, making it hard to stand.
The Pioneer relentlessly bore into the tunnel, leaving everyone no ti to react.
Liszt felt a chill down his spine; no step was within expectation, the train had montarily stopped and was now moving again, but that tunnel had been blasted.
Gale winds gushed in, making it impossible to open your mouth to speak. The Pioneer, running at high speed, had already entered the tunnel and the light was beginning to dim.
At this speed, it would take less than twenty seconds to pass through the three-mile-long tunnel, and the pile of rocks in the middle of the tunnel was just seconds away from impact.
Under such speed...
Everyone on the train was in mortal danger.
It looked like it was about to crash!
Liszt’s mind went blank; there were no rock piles in the tunnel, they had now left the tunnel, returning to the bright sky above, crazily racing towards the next station.
Winds whipped wildly, the landscape gradually shifting from hilly to open fields, and he was completely stunned.
Arriving in the city, they were surrounded by endless numbers of Aran soldiers.
Black Sail would be...
Annihilated.
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