In front of the black coffin propped up by black bones, the train conductor, who was as black as thick smoke, yelled words that made Xiao En dumbfounded.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Do you know what's going on with Enzhao?!"

There was no other way, Sean could only pretend that he didn't understand what the other party was talking about, and continued to call out the name of Patrick, and secretly prayed in his heart, this place was deep enough, these profane words would not really be "Kean" "hear.

Otherwise, the train they were on would be destroyed directly, not even scum left.

Fortunately, the other party's blasphemous words seemed to be just to influence Sean as a human being, not to really attract that person's attention...

Except for Xiao En being stunned for a moment, nothing happened.

Under Xiao En's shouts, the shaking of the black coffin became more intense and obvious.

Finally, a loud noise drowned out the conductor's yelling.

The thing in the coffin was awakened, it burst out of sleep and blockage.

A distant siren sounded.

What appeared in front of Sean and the others was a very impactful scene.

The black sun was originally surrounded by solid black smoke, and after the coffin burst open, pure white steam gushed out of it, like the accumulation of clouds.

The pure white steam and the thick black smoke pushed against each other, and the difference in color was so sharp that the white seemed to shine, while the black seemed to sink into the abyss.

Gradually, the steam overwhelmed the black smoke.

The black smoke was wrapped, the train conductor was wrapped, and even the black sun became an indistinct black sun in the white clouds.

"It's Paitriker, the power of that demigod." Sean glanced at the suspicious moonlight beside him, "They took Paixitrik's spiritual world by force, and I awakened him."

"Now..." Xiao En squinted his eyes, spread his hands out, as if he was inspired, and golden torches burst out from the palms of both hands, "This is the best chance to drive away the outsiders."

Waving his hands intertwined, Sean swayed his spiritual power recklessly, giving Ms. Hershey's flame the will to purify.

The torch ignited the white clouds, and the scene in front of me had another amazing change...

The golden flame seemed to be spreading across the white field, burning fiercely all the way.

Soon, the torches merged into the white clouds and surged within them, like a series of golden thunderbolts.

The lady's flames were so fierce that it was unimaginable. In the clouds, it seemed that she could be seen wearing a black robe in person...

The black smoke, the train conductor, and the black sun were instantly surrounded by golden torches...

The locomotive of the train named "Death" seems to have a close relationship with the conductor.

When the torchlight had completely purified him who was howling, the entire hall filled with black gold skeletons also began to be burned by the golden fire.

Ms. Hershey's torch has never been so powerful. The moonlight full of admiration and disbelief watched the golden fire burn through the black hall, as if the dark clouds were being dispelled.

This is, the power Sean has now?

He heard the low chants of the nightingale's supporters.

Although the opponent is just a wandering **** in decline, he is still a **** beyond the reach of human beings.

Sean actually has the power to counteract divine power...

The black dome and walls were burned through, and the scorched yellow skylight from the depths of the world shone into the interior.

Sean and the others smelled a dull wind.

Even though the hall was almost completely burned, the core boiler was still burning, the huge black wheel was rolling forward, and the death train was still running forward.

They have already entered the deeper part of the world, and Moonlight absolutely believes that the scene in front of him cannot be seen by people living in the eternal world, even if it is only for a moment.

For no one can imagine what lies in the depths of the world of death, and a glimpse of such things beyond imagination would most likely throw this delicate organ of the human brain into a state of disarray—instant madness.

A group of abandoned buildings stood in the distance, illuminated by a sun that was too low.

It seems like a punishment. In that huge dilapidated building, there were many disheveled people, who were burning and howling because of the low-altitude sun.

On the other side of the endlessly extending track, one can see a gray giant whose face is covered by a shroud and whose proportions are completely different from ordinary people, sitting on a stone seat like a mountain. The dirty blood on the shroud kept changing various symbols.

On the sea called Huangquan, one after another giant beasts like solitary peaks rise up from the sea. There is a bonfire burning on the back of each decaying giant beast, and beside each bonfire sits a scrawny person—they It seems to be isolated at sea forever.

And in the bleak sea fog...

Moonlight didn't see the outline of that thing clearly, but in order to take care of his trembling sensitive nerves, he chose to look away.

In front of them, white clouds were being blown away by the oncoming wind.

Sean could see all three of them, and there was a figure from behind in the cloud.

The figure from the back was wearing a fur coat and fur hat, and carried a bag of luggage on his shoulders.

"That's...?" Olivia turned to Sean.

"The son of Atlas, the traveler of the North New Continent, the patron saint of the iron rails—the demigod Cetrik." Sean stared ahead.

The leather traveler didn't look back, but took a step forward and disappeared without a trace.

The white and black smoke cleared away together, and only then did Sean and the others see the scene ahead of the train.

In the depths of this world, this seemingly most hopeless place, the sea called Huangquan, has a pure "road to heaven" on its skyline.

The heavenly road, like the aurora, goes upstream, and you can see countless souls who have left this place, flowing in one direction.

That's apparently a galaxy-spanning mystery—

spirit ring.

The existence of the spiritual ring always reminds people that life and death are connected and circulate forever.

Waking up from the stunning scene in front of him, Sean said, "This spiritual world is disintegrating, let's go."

Sean and the others retreated into the train.

After Paihitrik woke up ~lightnovelpub.net~ and left this spiritual world that was not shaped by his will, the man who was thousands of kilometers away put down the pen in his hand and walked to the landing place Before the curtain.

He is so thin and tall, like a steel column that cannot be bent.

His black eyes silently stared at the quiet night outside the window, and a thing on his chest reflected the same darkness as his eyes.

It was a brooch of a black sun, and around that brooch, the space seemed to be decolorized.

Behind him, there are several conspicuous ornaments on the large desk, including a model locomotive with the words "Peace Consolidated Railroad Company·1860 Memorial" written on the copper nameplate on its base.

Now, though, the prized keepsake has tipped over, revealing visible cracks.

The man seemed to have discovered something interesting, he pursed his lips and gave a chuckle.

As if feeling his gaze, the wind outside the window temporarily stopped the noise.