Kaidan Game Train: A Chapter 1890: The Prairie of Severed Heads

Chapter 1890: Chapter 1890: The Prairie of Severed Heads

Xu Huo took two steps back and quickly hit the wall of the carriage, while Natural Juan, holding two knives, pressed in front of him and lowered his voice: "You might not have much experience, it’s best not to use highly destructive weapons on the train, otherwise if you damage the train, everyone will be done for."

"Look at the others, they’re all fighting cautiously."

"Is that so?" Xu Huo raised an eyebrow slightly, pushed forward with his hand, and the secant line replaced the ray blade, embedding in the air, closing in on Natural Juan.

"Creak... Creak..." The secant line was blocked by several floating tal plates, making a strained sound under the force of the two props, but neither advanced an inch. While in a stalemate, they were coincidentally disturbed by the effects of other players’ props, causing several props to collide and lose their effect on each other.

However, the battle did not end. The players who were just separated due to the props’ effect gathered again, fighting in the narrow space as much as possible in a way that didn’t damage the carriage.

Everyone held back their power, and the props were too dense and interfering with each other; under such circumstances, the battle couldn’t end quickly. Thus, the players near the front and rear carriage doors intentionally tried to disperse people a little, but before they could act, the train speakers suddenly sounded:

"Attention all passengers, the feedback from the reconnaissance system indicates that the train will encounter a Rank-B level alien species migration incident within five minutes. It is estimated that at least tens of thousands of aliens will cross the tracks, expected to cover the train for three minutes."

"Please note that this alien species group is not a single species group. High-risk level aliens make up over a third; passengers are advised not to turn on lights, make sounds, or move around the carriages casually, as it could easily provoke an attack on the train."

The announcent was broadcast three tis, but ever since it started, the players in the carriage had instinctively stopped their actions because if not for a major problem, the train typically wouldn’t broadcast at night.

After the broadcast ended, a player couldn’t help but curse: "Can’t these aliens line up to pass through the tracks?"

In fact, everyone knew that the aliens appearing near the tracks should have learned the train’s schedule, hence their habitual spread along the tracks, otherwise, with the train’s speed, it wouldn’t be possible to be covered entirely by the alien species group every ti.

This was clearly another such situation.

There was another mont of silence in the carriage, and then Natural Juan spoke, "Since that’s the case, how about we cease fighting temporarily? Whether there’s a grudge or an interest in soone’s prop, you have to be alive to continue; if thrown onto the tracks, with nothing in sight for miles, wouldn’t that be even more troubleso?"

"Makes sense." Soone agreed, took a step back, and put away their weapon.

Once soone spoke up, the rest also retreated to show their sincerity, especially the players from the front carriage, who stepped back into the transition carriage.

In the silence, players used their props to reinforce the train walls, standing ready through this five-minute ordeal, as the sound like thousands of troops suddenly descended, making everyone on the train noticeably feel it jerk to a halt. It didn’t seem like sothing heavy was dragging it, but more like it got stuck!

The train had a tendency to stop, and everyone’s hearts sank with it, but after a few seconds of stalling, the train started moving again, though cracks appeared on the train walls.

Not all props could guard the windows perfectly, so when the train walls cracked, players inevitably grew worried because the train advised not to move around inside the carriage—not just to avoid making sound, but because so aliens in the species group were particularly sensitive to vibration—they might be able to differentiate between vibrations from the train itself and people moving inside it. If the glass windows shattered, it might attract the aliens’ attention.

Without any communication needed, players spontaneously divided areas for defense, but luck was on their side—the train windows didn’t break and held firm until the trampling sound ended.

Once the trampling noise vanished, everyone let out a silent sigh of relief, but since there was no broadcast from the train, they weren’t sure if all the aliens outside had vanished, so they maintained their positions until daylight.

When daylight arrived, everyone on the train finally relaxed, removed their props, and looked out at the crack marks on the windows, discovering that in so places they could even make out massive footprints.

"Isn’t this footprint at least twice the size of an elephant?" One player estimated, "Are there really aliens this big?"

"Any animal can mutate; what if it mutated from an elephant?" said soone else, before grumbling, "I really wonder what materials these trains are made of, can’t even withstand stepping on."

This was an old complaint, as track trains were designed to reduce the number of players.

Because of last night’s alien species group incident, today, the players didn’t have the sa fervor as yesterday, with everyone just wanting to rest, and Xu Huo’s fellow carriage passengers ultimately didn’t find the marked player, so they let it go.

The dayti journey was relatively peaceful, with players only communicating when reinforcing the window with props, otherwise keeping to themselves to prevent another incident like yesterday’s.

The day passed peacefully, but after lights went out in the evening, the space outside the tracks was unusually bright, with a moon hanging high on each side, casting a pale light that made everything on either side clearly visible.

Because things were so clearly visible, everyone on the train imdiately noticed the heads thrown on the grass when the train passed through a plain.

It wasn’t just one or two heads but patches of heads—n’s and won’s, long hair and short hair, so just starting to bloat, others already rotten and exposing bones, or even just bare white bones—and these heads lay scattered in the grass, all facing the tracks, with so newer-looking heads showing neck wounds apparently torn by beasts.

Though the grass was as tall as crops, so movent in the grass hinted at hidden animals. Nobody on the train spoke until they had completely left the field of heads behind, only to see alien heads resembling those of goats sneakily erging from the grass away from the tracks.

"Are they... baiting?" said the player with a square face, "The train won’t stop while it’s moving, who are they baiting?"

"Nobody said there couldn’t be anyone near the tracks," Natural Juan replied. "These eerie areas close to the tracks might be part of high-risk random instances."

"Worst case scenario, there’s the Ga Governnt’s track maintenance personnel. Their actions imply they’ve succeeded before."