The train named Death sped forward, and the eerie passengers remained silent in their seats.

The three of Sean walked quickly towards the dining car at the rear of the train.

"So..." Moonlight was still thinking about what had just happened, "How did you know? This spiritual room originally belonged to Patrick, who was in charge of the Northern New Zealand railway network?"

Unlike traditional gods, the demigods born in the modern era have faded away from their personal colors, and they rarely appear and are rarely mentioned by name.

They are more like a symbol than the concept of "God".

Sean said as he walked, "The modern gods have no specific believers and sects, and they don't appear anymore.

"For example, Paxitrick, every long-distance travel choice people make, every ticket they buy, every little increase in the railway company's stock, replaces traditional beliefs and nourishes this guardian of the rails.

"The convenience of the modern age has given them space and soil. They don't need to preach, they don't need to consolidate their beliefs, as long as someone takes the train, he is equal to being revered and worshipped...

"The same goes for the other modern gods.

"Such favorable conditions also make the modern gods seem reluctant to make progress, and it seems that they no longer have the ambition of the ancient gods."

"Their existence has been completely downplayed," Sean glanced back at his teammates, "Ordinary people in the world don't know their existence, and even explorers rarely interact with them.

"However, what can never be forgotten is that," Sean raised his finger, "even if they are forgotten and appear less often, they still have godhood."

"If there is a godhead, there is spirituality and divine power."

After possessing the belief of Ms. Hershey, Sean understood a lot: "Even if the deity deity is no longer interested in using his spiritual realm, it does not prevent people from coveting their abilities and turning them into their own weapons."

After the voyages of the gods, the names of the gods were gradually forgotten by people.

The return of Keen in the 15th century resulted in many gods being forced to stay.

After the dawn of rationality, they are actually out of tune with this modern era.

But due to inexplicable reasons, he stayed in the human world.

Just as the rising sun is obscured by clouds and shadows remain on the earth.

Wandering gods, demigods, and modernized gods, these marginalized gods, can only coexist with this era in an inappropriate way.

They do not have the power as powerful as the righteous gods, nor the crazy ambitions of the old masters.

In short, they are not so powerful, so that they have become the target of some people.

"Northern New Zealand Traveler" Patrick and "Midnight Paradise Lord" Peter Pan are somewhat similar.

The difference is that when Peter Pan served those people, he maintained his independent thinking ability.

On the other hand, Paxitrick was directly occupied by the bird's nest, completely lost consciousness, and the spiritual realm was also used by others.

"And the one who sealed Paxitrick, transformed his power across the rails, and the train-like spirit into a miniature hell..."

Sean remembered the black sun on that gate.

"It's the master of that black sun."

Who is that?

Is the black sun symbolized by a secret sect?

Sean narrowed his eyes: If he can use gods as his playthings, he is definitely a very troublesome opponent.

The three of Sean have returned to the dining car when they set off, and the entire train is slowly fading.

Like a mountain peak, the gray giant with a shroud on his face cast his indescribable gaze here.

That being quickly counted the sins and drudgery of the "passengers" and "food" on the train, and decided where to go for them...

The poor souls who have been imprisoned here have been sublimated and are drifting away little by little.

In the dining car, Sean continued to explain to Moonlight:

"To be able to collect all kinds of tragedies along the entire Northern New Zealand railway network and build such a spiritual realm is such a power that only Paxitrick has.

"But this psychic lost its mind completely and fell into a state of madness and distortion - not like what a demigod would do.

"Combined with this contradiction, my guess is that someone has contaminated or imprisoned Pychtrik."

"Anyway, this time it's been lucky.

"Paxitrick was just asleep, not polluted.

"With his cooperation, we can purify this place so easily."

Otherwise, Sean and his party will face another enemy like Peter Pan.

The train called "Death" that traveled in the depths of the world began to shake violently. The last scene that Sean and the three saw in front of his eyes was that the carriage became completely transparent, and those souls finally got rid of their captivity and turned into For the light spot, go upstream towards the spiritual ring.

Looking at James, who turned into light in front of him, Sean gave a face salute again.

With a flash of light, they returned to the Northland Express.

The train is still quietly across the snow.

Soft lighting, calm air. Even the whistling of the north wind has become lovely.

Returning from the maddening depths, Moonlight realized the beauty of the eternal world.

Like a cave for people to hide in a blizzard.

"So, people would rather live in an illusion than know the truth of everything." Moonlight thought with a sigh.

Seeing the surprised eyes of those living people at this moment, Yueguang felt that they were both lucky and pitiful.

With the conductor and the flight attendant, the obsessed Panza almost rushed into the dining car.

"You are back!

"How? What the **** happened?"

Sean and the three of them exchanged glances calmly, Sea of ​​Shimmering said slowly: "It's a pity, those who disappeared have suffered misfortune.

"We just went to a certain train-shaped spiritual room, and in that spiritual room, there are many cannibal monsters.

"Those monsters killed them all."

Sean used the esoteric substance to bring back something: a relic that was brought out by the way in the food truck smeared with flesh and blood.

Blood-stained pearl necklaces, dirty leather bags, and blood-stained top hats…

Sean told Pansha about these situations directly.

However, the flight attendant standing next to him also had the right to know the facts, so he said it without hesitation.

The truth of the matter obviously had an impact on these people.

Pansha's response was okay, he just didn't speak for a while.

The train conductor and the flight attendant, Jerry, both had pale faces. Looking at the relics, the young man seemed to be about to vomit.

The enchanted Pan Sha paused for a long time before he said, "Is there a spiritual room? There is actually a spiritual room on the railway..."

He could feel a sulphur smell unique to the depths of the world on Sean and the others.

A spirit that can penetrate deep into the world and exist on the orbit...

His mysterious knowledge reserve allowed him to guess what the enemy was: the level of a fallen wandering god.

It is very likely related to the "Northern New Zealand traveler" Paxitrick.

It is not an existence that ordinary explorers can face.

"...It seems that it's an enemy we can't deal with~lightnovelpub.net~ I didn't expect that you guys actually 'win'." Pan Sha shook his head, "However, since it's you, it's definitely no problem to escape. "

He sighed.

Moonlight looked at Pan Sha strangely and shook his head: "No, this isn't a lottery win."

He turned his head to look at Sean, as if he felt that the other party's words were a little out of place.

Then, Moonlight continued to explain to Pansha: "We didn't escape - we cleaned that train."

Hearing what Moonlight said, Pan Sha was sluggish for a few seconds...

Then, the eyes opened wider and wider.

Clean, purified? !

Purify such a spirit room? !

His eyes were like seeing a mysterious out of control happening in front of him.