"My father." Robinson gave Tulin an answer that was sowhat hard for him to accept.
"Your father? Co on, your father should be over seventy years old!" exclaid the gno behind Tulin.
"Aha, isn’t that Hal." The middle-aged man boldly greeted, and the gno called by na was silent for a mont, then scread: "Damn! Jack! It’s really you! My goodness! You’ve beco younger!"
"Yes." The middle-aged man quickly walked over, laughing heartily as he lifted the gno: "Hal, my old friend, you still look young."
"You are the one I couldn’t recognize." The gno Hal was laughing too, but his face was full of tears: "My old Jack, in our entire class, it’s just the two of us unlucky ones left."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent for a mont, then sighed: "Fafhrin is gone too?"
"Yes, Fafhrin sacrificed herself to save a camp." At this point, the gno noticed a child dragging out the foot of a giant Great Chaos Demon from the corridor, the demon’s head equally missing.
"Who is he?" Hal and Tulin asked in unison.
"Young Master Malin." The Robinson father and son replied simultaneously.
......
Malin threw the demon’s body onto the platform, noticing the train on the tracks, the soldiers on board were dumbfounded, and the gno in Old Jack’s hand, as well as the stranger beside Robinson, then unbuckled the demon’s head from his waist and tossed it at the feet of these two strangers: "Here, everyone’s got their share, except you two."
After speaking, Malin turned his head and saw the elental creature transford by Mana dragging a string of ghoul heads out of the corridor.
"You guys... liberated Triangle?" the human asked.
"You could say that. This should be the last fallen area near the Stafford camp." Malin looked at Old Jack.
After receiving Old Jack’s nod, Malin took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and then flicked one to each of the people present. Amid the thanks from the gno and the humans, Malin walked to a spot still so distance from the train and flicked cigarettes to the soldiers on board one by one.
Anyway, Malin expressed his respect for those who dare to fight on the frontline and dance with chaos as soldiers in this era.
Although the soldiers couldn’t see Malin’s strength clearly, they could guess that soone who could flick a cigarette stably across half the platform to their hands was certainly a Transcendent. Hence, Malin received waves of gratitude.
After distributing the cigarettes, Malin turned back to the humans and the gno: "Malin Gaiate, were you observing ?"
"Uh... you could say that. After all, Stafford’s intelligence station said a dual-gifted child returned with the hunting team." The human first walked to Malin’s side, shaking hands with him: "I’m Tulin, Tulin Vance, a Transcendent Mage."
"Hello." Malin smiled as he shook hands with Mage Tulin, then looked at the gno.
The latter tidied his sleeves: "Hal Haus, Transcendent Mage, kid, I heard it was you who killed those chaos?"
"Yes, you could say that." Malin nodded; after all, true gold fears no fire.
Tulin and Hal exchanged glances, seemingly communicating sothing with their eyes. Malin directed his attention towards the tunnel, hearing sounds of sothing running: "I would like to ask if you left anyone behind in the tunnel when you ca."
"How could that be, the southern tunnel is extrely dangerous, we couldn’t possibly leave soone inside..." Tulin said this and then scread: "Soldiers! Pay attention to the rear!"
Just as the soldiers were reacting, Malin already saw a decaying warhorse with its knight erged at the exit - and that was it, for the knight and his horse seed to have crashed into sothing and just exploded there in everyone’s eyes.
Malin’s Psionic Wall ended it all, thankfully.
"Damn it! It’s a Rotting Death Knight! How could this thing be here!" Tulin said this and looked at Malin: "It must be you... thank you, you saved everyone on the train."
"Is this thing very dangerous?" Malin asked.
Faced with this question, Tulin nodded vigorously: "Yes, very dangerous, the insides of its rider and horse are all filled with highly corrosive toxins. If it crashed into the train’s head, it would definitely cause a malfunction, and if it crashed into the train from behind, all the ammunition on the train might undergo a chemical reaction under such highly corrosive toxins."
This made Malin also breathe a sigh of relief — he understood Tulin’s aning, that if this thing hit the ammunition, it might cause a chain explosion, and if so, only Malin alone might survive from so many present.
Then Malin sensed the tunnel at the back again, found no problems, and prepared to board the train: "Where are we going?"
"Stafford." Tulin answered following Malin.
"Hey, aren’t we going to the Central District?" Malin jumped onto the train, then turned to look at Tulin.
"We need to verify the Camp Master of Stafford to see if there is truly any issue with him." Under Tulin’s explanation, Malin understood that the Camp Master of Stafford was under scrutiny by the intelligence station, and although there were issues, they couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
So only action squads like Tulin’s could co observe on the ground.
"Then let help too." Malin thought it was a trivial matter, but to Tulin and the others, this was Malin showing his goodwill — just now they counted Malin’s spoils, and there were at least forty heads of chaos warriors, not including the shattered ones.
According to the testimonies of Robinson and Old Jack, Malin had one by one beaten these chaos in lee, which was terrifying for Tulin and the others.
Killing chaos in lee wasn’t impossible, but to do it repeatedly like this was truly terrifying.
So after confirming Robinson and the others were not under control, Tulin and Hal’s respect for Malin turned from a smile into awe.
Malin, however, didn’t mind, but until Stafford, Tulin spoke with the manner of a disciple — after Malin taught him a few mage-related questions, which puzzled Malin greatly, then gained so information from Tulin and Hal — here, the mage system didn’t have a Mage Tower, the old mages usually chose talented children to teach, like Tulin, who was selected by his ntor in such selections because of his talent back then.
When hearing from Malin that in Westland there were mage academies where general knowledge for mages was accessible, Malin saw in their eyes the thirst for knowledge when ntioning unknown theories.
This made Malin a bit gratified, as knowledge is priceless, sothing so people wouldn’t know, but clearly Tulin and Hal did.
Thus, Malin answered so mage-theoretical questions, until the train slowly approached Stafford’s northern platform.
The tunnel’s exit was pitch-black, Malin turned to look at Old Jack and discovered the old man had already stood up, his face filled with pain and confusion.
Malin sighed inwardly — in his view, this was just a form of survival and destruction, but from Old Jack’s eyes, Malin saw despair.
This was his ho, and the problem now was, ho was gone.
As the train slowly exited the tunnel, the violet light assemblies on the train were all turned on.
The lights illuminated the bloodiness of the entire platform and also the figures of ghouls feasting.
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