Chapter 622: Loccy Takes Point

Sparks cascaded down the bedrock walls as Dorrak brought his massive warhammer down in a terrifying overhead smash.

The concussive impulse struck the center rail tie where Loccy stood a heartbeat earlier, pulverizing ballast into powdered gravel.

Instead of meeting the crushing blow with brute force, she sidestepped along the rail flange with astonishing rabbit agility.

"Did you think I was going to stand still like an anvil?" she taunted, circling into his exposed blind spot.

Dorrak grunted in shock, trying to wrench his wedged weapon free from the splintered ties beneath his feet.

Before the hammer captain could reset his stance, Loccy lunged inside his reach, driving her palm into his breastplate.

A dull boom echoed through the gallery as her concussive palm strike caved in the fluted plates across his chest.

The impact lifted the armored giant clean off the ground, hurling him backward across the tracks like a thrown sack.

He skidded across the crossbeams, crashing hard into a stationary coal wagon that rattled violently under the collision.

"Form ranks on the center rail!" Dorrak wheezed, coughing up a spatter of blood as he struggled to stand.

"Fire the ballista engines... crush her against the bulkhead!"

At the far end of the loading dock, the armed control cab of the colossal loading engine hummed to life.

Six fanatical Choral engineers manned the armored cabin, aiming twin repeating ballistas directly down the narrow rail corridor.

"Evacuate the machine!" Loccy shouted toward the armored cab, her voice carrying absolute authority across the vault.

"Your captain is defeated and your line is broken... surrender the controls immediately!"

"Glory to the Choral Incarnation!" the lead operator shrieked through the observation slit, cranking the firing lever.

"Die in the name of the true harmony!"

Steel bolts whistled through the gallery in a lethal barrage, chipping shards off the pillars around her head.

Loccy did not flinch, sprinting directly into the hail of missile fire while weaving between the parked ore carts.

She leaped onto the engine’s cowcatcher, grabbed the outer reinforcement struts, and ripped the protective grille away with bare hands.

"I gave you a fair warning!" she yelled, thrusting both arms through the observation port of the control cab.

She gripped the internal steering linkage, channeling her monstrous physical strength into the machine’s primary driveshaft.

[ Physical surge: Foundation rupture engaged ]

With a catastrophic crunch of tearing brass and shredded gears, she wrenched the entire control cab from its chassis.

The pressurized hydraulic reservoirs ruptured simultaneously, showering the hostile crew in searing pressurized steam and jagged shrapnel.

The fanatical operators perished instantly beneath the collapsing structural ironwork as the engine’s main drive seized forever.

Dorrak watched in horror from the coal cart as his prized siege locomotive collapsed into a smoking heap of scrap.

"My engine..." the captain rasped in utter defeat, dropping his shattered warhammer onto the floor.

"How... how could simple flesh break hardened military bronze?"

"Flesh has a heart that fights for innocent lives," she answered with a defiant glare, wiping grease from her cheek.

"A machine only has gears... and gears snap into pieces when you abuse them against good people!"

Loccy stepped away from the ruined cab, leaving the defeated captain slumped against the coal cart without striking another blow.

[ Combat evaluation complete: Viaduct loading terminal cleared ]

[ Hostile operators eliminated: Control cab garrison purged ]

[ Experience calculation: Structural combat & operator kills ]

[ Personal experience gained: +8,000,000 EXP ]

[ Loccy evolution progress: 20,000,000 / 37,500,000 EXP (four Wings) ]

[ Pending host kill credit: +2,000,000 EXP Reserved for host campaign pool ]

A radiant golden aura enveloped the rabbit girl as the massive experience infusion flowed into her spirit core.

She stretched her arms toward the high ceiling, feeling fresh vitality surge through her muscles with deep satisfaction.

"Eight million experience," she purred with a broad smile, turning to look at Hajin as he approached along the rails.

"I am more than halfway to my next wing milestone!"

"You dismantled that entire engine in less than thirty seconds," he praised, stepping up onto the platform beside her.

"I think you officially hold the record for the fastest locomotive demolition in continental history."

"Look at this mess though," she sighed, pointing her toe at the scattered timber splinters and tangled cables.

"Their ruined engine blocked the central switch line... now our haulers have to push their carts around the loop!"

"Do not worry about the schedule," Taren called out, escorting the civilian haulers back into the illuminated gallery.

"These workers know the maintenance tunnels like the back of their hands, and they found a surviving handcart!"

The civilian teamsters cheered loudly, rushing forward to hitch their surviving cart to an unpowered rail dolly.

Ferra hurried into the smoking wreckage of the control cab, pulling open a brass compartment beneath the pilot’s bench.

"Look at this routing module!" the smith shouted, holding up three stamped bronze plates covered in geometric runes.

"The loading engine was synchronized with a three-station control pattern deep beneath the viaduct foundation!"

"Three separate control hubs?" Hajin asked, taking the bronze plates and examining the interlocking glyphs.

"Each station requires an independent operator to hold a harmonic frequency simultaneously," Ferra explained, tracing the etched grooves.

"If all three stations are not manned within the same decision window, the viaduct’s internal blast gates lock permanently."

"A three-station synchronization," Hajin murmured, his split-colored eyes narrowing with sharp tactical focus.

"These control hubs regulate the primary reservoir gates beneath the storm viaduct," Ferra added, cleaning grease from the rune plates with a cloth.

"If the enemy locks those gates from the inside, the entire lower valley gets flooded under thirty feet of mountain water."

"Then we make sure they never get the chance to turn those valves," Hajin stated with absolute conviction.

’A single clone cannot hold two remote stations at once... the mental bandwidth would split my focus.’

’I need to train my clone coordination before we attempt to breach the main viaduct gates.’

Loccy trotted over, leaning against his shoulder with a delighted hum as she sniffed the air for treats.

"Did somebody mention sweet buns earlier?" she asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Or did I smash a multi-ton war engine for free?"

Hajin laughed out loud, pulling a fresh box of glazed honey pastries from his inventory and handing them over.

"You never smash anything for free, Loccy," he said with a grin.

"Eat up... tomorrow, we start training for the three-body trial."

She happily dug into the pastries, munching on the sweet crust while resting her head against his arm in pure bliss.

High above the subterranean terminal, the celestial stream broadcast erupted into wild celebrations and blinding superchats.

[ Seoul_Tactician: "EIGHT MILLION EXP FOR LOCCY! She is sitting pretty at twenty million now!" ]

[ StarlightScholar: "Did you see her rip that entire control cab off the chassis? She is an absolute beast!" ]

[ IronVanguard: "Dorrak looked like his entire soul left his body when his precious locomotive exploded!" ]

[ HearthKeeper: "Two million host EXP is pending. Hold the stations so the kills actually count!" ]

[ ShadowMage44: "Three stations beneath the viaduct? The clone cannot cover all of them by itself yet!" ]

"Bind Dorrak and check the cab for anyone still breathing," Hajin ordered once the axle stopped turning.

Ferra isolated the ruptured reservoir before a stray spark reached the spilled oil, then sent two mechanics to inspect the rail ties beneath the civilian route.

"We can use these plates," she said, lifting three stamped controls from the wreck. "But nobody steps onto that line until I clear its weight limit."

The smoke cleared from the loading terminal, leaving the subterranean rail line firmly in the hands of the summoner’s guild.