Chapter 148: Train Starts

Slap—

Before Zhao Yi could finish speaking, a piece of seaweed whipped the air, creating a sonic boom that shattered the steel pipe in his hand!

Zhao Yi felt his hand go numb, and the steel pipe broke into two pieces, rolling to the ground with a clatter. Eerie incantations occupied the broken end of the pipe, wriggling slowly like living things.

Zhao Yi was dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, feeling the contempt and disdain from those twisted seaweed... His courage was nothing but a laughable toy in front of these powerful calamities.

Anger and a deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart. Zhao Yi's eyes were bloodshot.

But he wasn't defeated by this scene. Instead, he picked up a crowbar from the ground and roared as he ran out of the warehouse, seemingly prepared to fight these seaweed to the death.

Just as the seaweed were about to strike, a roaring gunshot suddenly rang out!

Bang—!!

The power of deconstruction instantly annihilated two pieces of seaweed into nothingness. A gap was broken in the encirclement in front of the warehouse. Chen Ling, wearing a blood-colored coat, stood before the gap, his smoking muzzle aimed at the wriggling seaweed on both sides.

"Run." Chen Ling said calmly.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi immediately turned back to the warehouse to hoist Ling'er up and ran toward Chen Ling without hesitation.

The other seaweed on both sides were enraged and whipped frantically toward Zhao Yi and the girl. But Zhao Yi didn't stop for a second, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as he charged forward... He had already entrusted his life to Chen Ling.

Bang bang—!

Two more gunshots rang out. Zhao Yi clearly felt the force of the wind whipping toward him disappear. When he opened his eyes again, he had already broken through the seaweed's encirclement and reached Chen Ling's side.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw that Chen Ling's face was pale.

"Chen Ling, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Chen Ling glanced at the puddles at the base of the seaweed and immediately said, "Avoid the water, the ice, or anything that reflects light... Winter Harbor was likely extinguished by this thing."

"But... but there's ice everywhere here!" Zhao Yi looked at the frost-covered ground and said bitterly.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, turned his gun toward his own lungs, and pulled the trigger!

As his body was pierced by the bullet, his eyes quickly climbed with a scarlet hue. Then, he lifted his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground!

Thump!

Dense cracks spread across the ice, shattering it instantly. With that single stomp, Chen Ling shook the frost within dozens of meters into ice shards.

"Now it's gone."

This scene left Zhao Yi and Ling'er stunned. Zhao Yi looked at the bullet hole Chen Ling had left in himself, his brain crashing... This was the first time he had seen Chen Ling's combat style with his own eyes. He seemed to understand why the people on Frost Street had such a subtle attitude toward Chen Ling...

Chen Ling glanced behind him; the seaweed in the distance were rushing toward them frantically. "Follow me."

Zhao Yi and the girl followed Chen Ling, passing through several warehouses and buildings, and finally stopped in front of a cordon. Behind the cordon was a tall, wide, large-scale warehouse.

Chen Ling cut the cordon with a blade and pressed his blood-stained hands directly onto the heavy steel door. As the veins on his arms bulged, this door, weighing hundreds of kilograms, was pushed open by him!

A low creaking sound rang out, and dust obscured Zhao Yi's vision. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a tall steel beast crouching quietly in the warehouse.

It was a train—a train identical to the K18 they had arrived on.

"This..." Zhao Yi's eyes widened. "How is there a K18 here too?"

"Get on the train, quickly."

Chen Ling didn't have time to explain to him and drove the two of them into the control room. This train's control room was basically the same as the one they had just been on, the only difference being that the control levers and other delicate instrument buttons were connected by some kind of eerie blood vessels.

These blood vessels grew on the surface of each instrument, eventually converging in the center of the dashboard, where a withered palm extended from inside the dashboard, as if holding something.

Ling'er was startled by this scene, and Zhao Yi exclaimed from the side:

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Ling stood by the engine, seeing the dense seaweed flying outside, and frowned involuntarily... If things went on like this, even if the train drove out of the warehouse, it would be entangled by these things if it didn't have enough speed. If this train were destroyed too, everything would be over.

"Zhao Yi, you drive." Chen Ling swept his gaze around, picked up several barrels of gasoline from the warehouse, and flipped lightly onto the roof of the train.

"Me? I don't know how to drive this thing!"

"This thing should have some special way of driving; give it a try."

Hearing this, Zhao Yi's gaze naturally fell on the withered hand in the center of the dashboard. All the instruments were connected to this hand, which looked like a central hub. But the more he looked at the hand, the more chilling it was, and even Zhao Yi felt a bit intimidated.

But Zhao Yi was the fearless Zhao Yi, after all. He gritted his teeth and directly grasped his hand with the withered one.

The moment their hands touched, the withered hand closed like lightning, locking onto Zhao Yi's palm. The next moment, a raging fire burned in the boiler, and the hum of steam echoed through the warehouse, almost deafening them.

Steam spewed from the chimney, quickly filling the entire warehouse. As the transmission rod gradually started, this mysterious train, which had been stagnant in Winter Harbor for a long time, finally started again and slowly drove out of the warehouse.

Seeing this, Chen Ling threw one of the gasoline barrels in his hand, which drew an arc and landed toward the flying seaweed.

Before those seaweed could attack the gasoline barrel, Chen Ling raised his muzzle and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Bang—!

The gasoline barrel exploded in mid-air, and raging fire fell from the sky, covering the ground. The seaweed covered in incantations curled and wriggled within it. As the ice and puddles on the ground were evaporated by the flames, the seaweed disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it, charge!" Zhao Yi seemed to have mastered the method of driving this train. He pulled the withered hand and pushed it forward, and the train crashed directly into the flames!

On top of the engine, Chen Ling threw gasoline barrels in the direction of travel one after another and ignited them. A track of flames was laid out in the wilderness of Winter Harbor in the cold wind. Eerie hissing sounded in the sea of fire, as if something were roaring in anger.

The firelight danced around the steel beast but couldn't cause it any damage. The train crashed out of the sea of fire, unstoppable, with the wild wind and flames swirling around it, heading straight away from the coastline.

The blood-colored coat stood tall on the pitch-black roof of the train. Chen Ling looked back at the churning frozen sea, his expression heavy.

"Faster... something is coming out of the sea."