This is not an empty train at all.

This train heading to the depths of the world is full of passengers.

The vast scenery of Huangquan outside the car window seems to have a certain restrictive effect on these passengers.

In this world of the dead, they don't seem to be able to cause fights, they just really sit in their seats like passengers. Let the scorched yellow sky shine through him, and shine through his distorted internal organs.

In such a scene, even Sean had to gather himself together.

"Let's go." The oath torch suspended beside him was still bright, "We're almost at the front of the car."

The carriages are not endless—if the existence is "collected" along the railway network, then it is conceivable that the deepest and most primitive carriages of this train are just the trains that first opened in the North New Zealand continent.

Outside the window, there is a scorched yellow sea with no end in sight, and a heavily rusted ship is sailing on the sea.

A whistling whistle sounded, and Xiao En and the others finally passed through the last carriage.

In front of you is the locomotive of this strange train.

It is much larger than an ordinary locomotive, and sits in front, providing huge power, like a black church.

However, the church did not open its doors to Sean and others.

Even if you observe from the inside, you can find that the shape and texture of the front of the car are very strange.

In terms of shape, it seems to be a section of a mass grave—there are many skeletons embedded in the soil layer.

But from the texture point of view, it is not loess, but a kind of black and shiny metal.

Most of these skeletons embedded in the gate are symmetrical, and some even have weird distortions.

On the front door of the car, the black gold bones radiate like sunlight, and in the center of the door is a black sun with distorted light.

"Black sun?" Sean couldn't help frowning—this was obviously a symbol or totem.

What makes him a little disturbed is that he has no idea what this black sun symbolizes.

"I'm going to try to open this door." Sean turned his head and said, and then led his teammates back a few steps.

The door leading to the locomotive obviously needs to be inspired by a certain existence before it can be opened.

If it was Sean from the past, standing in front of this door might be helpless.

However, now he has the same level of power as this spirit world.

As long as the power beyond this restriction is output towards the gate, he can forcibly break it down!

Once again, using the ability of "The Ancient Scroll", Sean mobilized the spiritual power of his teammates.

He closed his eyes, and the eyes of a haunted farm center thousands of kilometers away opened.

As soon as Shawshank Rogers opened his eyes, he moved from the lounge on the second floor to the lady's shrine on the ground floor of the mansion.

There was a cage in his palm, and dozens of candle flames all increased in brightness: "I need your strength."

The people who were busy in New Testament City seemed to have felt the call of the gods deep in their hearts, and they all closed their eyes and opened their hearts...

On the weird train, a dim candle was burning behind Sean, and there were even a few silver flames in it.

Sean stretched his hands forward, toward the black sun, and issued the will to open it.

Above the black gate, the black sun vibrated in the curved light.

A gentleman who was not here was originally holding a pen to write words on paper, and he began to be lost in thought as he looked at the full stop just clicked on the paper.

"Can you forcibly open the spiritual core?"

The man stared at the ink dot with slightly surprised eyes.

In his eyes, the ordinary dot of ink turned into the vibrating black sun on the train.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the black sun like a black gem split open.

The restriction at the core of the spiritual world was forcibly opened, the black door opened slowly, and the double doors blocked the scene of the underworld like a sky curtain.

"No matter what's inside," Sean turned his head with calm eyes, "don't panic."

The Sea of ​​Shimmer walked into it first.

After getting used to the darkness, Xiao En finally saw the arrangement inside the core.

It's not so much a locomotive as it is a weird hall.

This black hall continues the design of the gate—black metal textured bones and skulls, pieced together like fossils to form the wall.

Huge black ribs like a curtain make up the walls.

Like the remains of a fallen god, the distorted head gazed at the entrant from the air.

Everything makes this place look like an axis of evil faith, but there are still some things that point to the real purpose of this place—

A huge furnace was embedded on the opposite wall, and an eyeless deformed giant was pouring its howling soul into that furnace.

A melting pot of burning souls. The "power source" of this train.

The two "boilermen" had no interest in the intruders. Obviously, their job duty was only to keep the boiler burning.

As for the intruder, someone will deal with such a thing.

In front of the huge boiler, there was a figure with an overly oppressive feeling.

In the turquoise flame burning from the soul, that huge figure turned around.

The black smoke seemed to be his thick beard, and the eyes were reminiscent of the black sun mark.

On the head of this giant is an officer's hat.

Apparently, he was the "commander" of the train.

"This is not the place where passengers should come." The smoky voice warned Xiao En and his group.

"We are not passengers." Sean released the majesty of the Immortal God King, allowing himself to compete with the opponent. "We are here to stop this train."

Seemingly surprised by the intruder's courage, the train conductor turned around: "Mortal, do you know where the destination of this train is?"

Sean shrugged: "Walking through the depths of the world, naturally I won't go to any place with pleasant scenery."

"Of course she should shuttle here—the destination of this train is to 'approach death' infinitely!" The train conductor seemed to be darkness itself, "Death is her name, and she is the treasure of our Lord!"

"Who is your master?" After possessing the spiritual world and his own beliefs, Sean will hardly be affected by this level of deterrence. "Why does he 'treasure' such things?"

If you look at ~lightnovelpub.net~ from the outside at this time, you can see a locomotive as huge as a black church, pulling a car that can hardly see the end, and is driving on the self-protruding track on the ground.

And outside this train, there is a sea called Huangquan with miserable mist, the mountain of misery stared at by the angel of death, the rushing waterfall of blood, and the howling abyss...

This place is closer to the depths than "Undercurrent Street".

Inside the locomotive, there was a smile without a trace of humanity on the conductor's huge face.

"Mortal, you are always curious...

"But you forget,

"Curiosity has never been a virtue."

black smoke flowed over him

On the wall, those skeletons made of black metal began to break free...