Chapter 1889 - 971: The Train Car

Level one anomaly.

It sounds severe, but no one knows what's going on.

But it doesn't matter.

If something is broken, it needs to be fixed, and if it can't be fixed, it should be scrapped.

Luckily, Ji Jue knows a bit about both.

However, he never dreamed that after the CEO previously severed the connection between the Doomsday Special Train and the Sky Rail, he'd receive another message from the Sky Rail under these circumstances.

But there's no time for hesitation.

[Sir, isn't your decision too reckless? Excuse my straightforwardness, rushing into action without understanding the situation is not wise.]

"It'll be too late when we figure it out."

Ji Jue calmly replied, "Moreover, it's my responsibility, unconnected to others."

No matter if it's the Sky Rail or the youngest, these are issues he must face and resolve without delay.

After sending a notice to the Sky Rail dispatch center via the Doomsday Special Train, Ji Jue returned to the workshop and began rapid preparation.

The time is short.

He only has two hours.

And within that, only five minutes are allocated for preparation and waiting.

Five minutes later, Ji Jue slowly rose from the loading platform, as his giant-like Steel Body contracted inch by inch, returning to its original form.

"Everything according to emergency procedures. If I don't send a confirmation signal in an hour, then relay the emergency help message and the events to Teacher and the old... thing."

Ji Jue paused, then finally chuckled: "Beyond this, it's up to you, Isis."

Isis remained silent, offering no response.

Ji Jue finally opened a box, stared at the black robe inside that hadn't been used since completion, smiled silently, and draped it over himself.

Lastly, he placed a gold mask adorned with crimson spots over his face.

When eyes that seemed to burn lit up behind the mask, the last trace of Ji Jue, the Chosen One, was erased, replaced by an overwhelmingly pure Mutated Aura, malicious intent erupting like a geyser.

He didn't know what he was about to face, nor what would transpire, but it didn't matter.

All he knew was that everyone related to this matter must die!

The Wanxiang Engine preheating complete, a complex panel unfolded before him.

[Temporary coordinate calculation complete]

[Warning, this coordinate is constantly changing, unable to maintain a long-term connection, cannot support two-way transmission]

[Warning, unknown situation, may contain substantial risk]

[Warning, insufficient permissions—unlock successful—warning canceled]

[Chronological wave frequency tuning complete, secret navigation certification starts, infiltration complete]

[Deployment about to begin]

[Countdown—]

[5, 4, 3, 2, 1!]

[Deployment complete]

Bang!

Just like a momentary trance, piercing a negligible membrane, bubbles silently colliding, separating upon contact, yet accomplishing crucial traversal in an imperceptible instant, entering the edge of a domain.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Jue's vision blurred, and he disappeared from the carriage.

Then, appeared in...

... another carriage?

Under flickering lights, Ji Jue lifted his head, gazing at the battered compartment.

Like suddenly sitting on a subway, everything seen so familiar, the outside flashes not advertising signs, but darkness.

Faintly visible were some desiccated flesh looming, while cracks spread across the window glass, with blood stains and scratch marks covering the walls mingled with feces and a rotten stench.

Also, the taste of tears.

So familiar.

Clack... clack... clack...

In the rhythmic march, the carriage swayed gently, as though rushing through eternal darkness, heading toward an unknown distance.

Ji Jue raised his eyes, looking at the top, where behind the ventilation grate in the darkness, a pair of bizarre eyes filled with blood strands were staring dead at him.

Boom!

As soon as he noticed, the human-faced snake hiding in the ducts already swung limbs like an infant fiercely lunging, mouth wide open, aiming at his head.

Following, an explosion out of nowhere, scattering into a Blood Rain, leaving shockingly crimson marks on walls and floor, and a foul stench.

Screams rang out from deeper within the vents, with bizarre snake worms slithering, and as one finger flickered, they met their end incessantly.

Muffled booms sounded continuously.

Soon, behind the ventilation grates in the entire carriage, syrupy bloodwater dripped incessantly.

Today's weather, localized rain.

"...Damn it, these worms, can't even leave them unwatched for a moment before screaming, might as well starve to death!"

An irritated voice rose, from the adjoining compartment.

The door was roughly opened, a gray-robed figure dragging a bucket-like heavy container, the other hand holding a large ladle, walking in while swearing.

Head lifting, gazing at the Blood Rain drizzling in the compartment, and the inexplicable black-robed figure there, frozen in place.

Dumbfounded.

What the hell is this...

He instinctively wanted to turn back and shout, but he couldn't make a sound. His entire body was stiff in place, and he could only watch helplessly as the black-robed figure brushed past him and walked into the carriage ahead.

It was as if a finger waved casually, and then, everything suddenly went dark.

A head slowly slid off the shoulders, falling into a slop bucket full of innards and blood, sinking and floating, quietly submerged.

"Benyuan?"

Ji Jue's gaze skimmed over the blurred emblem on the gray robe, then looked forward. The foul-smelling carriage was filled with large tubs, statues that resembled infants immersed in the viscous blood water, varying in size.

As Ji Jue arrived, they all opened their eyes in unison, wailing, their sharp and piercing cries full of malice, eroding the soul as if trying to split and devour it.

Soon, one by one, they screamed miserably.

Jets of inky flames spewed from their mouths and noses, completely engulfing their stone-carved bodies. The sound of cracking was incessant, the muffled boiling sound continued, blood vaporized, surged, turning the entire carriage into a scarlet Hell.

And at the end of the carriage, a believer dealing with "materials" on a cutting board hadn't reacted yet. Staring dumbfounded at the intruder, there was no time to respond before the figure walking forward raised a hand, casually scattering a gesture.

Across a great distance, it swept past him.

Boom!!!

The explosion echoed, the figure blocking the front burst into a mist of blood, and a straight fissure appeared on the carriage behind him, the crack curling.

Like a blade cleaving.

The whole speeding train shook violently.

At the far end of the carriage, an aura of anger arose, eyes full of rage and disbelief turned towards the rear.

Behind the crack, a pitch-black silhouette entered proudly, a golden mask on the face, pupils crimson as burning coals, chilling to behold.

In an instant of shock, the assistant priest who was relishing the gray matter from a dish stood up in horror, unable to suppress it.

The Security Bureau is here to kill?!

No, why isn't there even a trace of the Superior's aura, instead, it seems like...

The Great Evil?!

No longer able to care about anything else, under the threat's approach, his eyes suddenly turned white, the infinite bliss gifted by Weiyang surfaced, rose from consciousness, making him seem to ascend into the realm of Heaven.

All five colors, scents, and rays flooded, enough for every soul's immersion, the sublime experience made his whole body twitch, shudder, and a perception elevating hundreds, thousands of times above the mundane's stimulus spread, the soul exploded, countless eyes filled with infinite joy opened on his body, gazing in unison at the intruding black-robed figure.

And at this moment, those burning eyes also fell upon him.

Then, he saw... flames.

Endless flames, shooting skyward!

The pitch-black silhouette seemed to explode, the fierce flames becoming a tidal wave engulfing everything, setting the entire world ablaze.

Plunging him into Hell!

The desires of the human world, indulgences of the mundane, boundless joy and fear, all like Dust!

So insignificant.

Just at this moment of eye contact, as a bridge linking the two souls formed instantaneously, flames capable of igniting the entire world spurted from that humanoid shell, sweeping towards him invisibly, no matter how he screamed, feared, struggled, he couldn't break free!

Burn! Burn! Burn!

The earth turned to scorched land, the sky burned scarlet, infinite ashes rained down like a downpour, amidst the burning heavens and earth, wretches akin to walking corpses ignited as if they were kindling, howling in vain.

The sound of explosions continued incessantly.

As that black figure advanced, one rigid Mutated Transformation after another brushed past him, then blood-red Spiritual Flames quickly spurted from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

As if ignited by unseen flame, turning into blazing torches.

Finally, that figure stopped before him.

Before he was completely consumed by the flames, he reached out, gently lifted his head from the charred body, and brought it close to face.

Gazed down intently.

Then, asked the first question since entering: "Why is the remaining strain of the Benyuan Lineage here?"

"Insolence!"

Even as the despair and pain of the burning flames continued relentlessly, on that incomplete head, amidst the twitching expressions, there was still no sign of weakness or wavering.

On the contrary, growing increasingly fervent.

"The Holy Masters won't let you go! Whoever you are! You're courting death!"

His eyes, nearly burnt to glass, widened, cursing in resentment: "Dare to thwart the Holy Masters' grand plan, your death shall come when this train arrives at its station!"

Ji Jue was almost amused.

"As expected of the Benyuan Lineage, still so stubborn even on the brink of death."

Expecting these guys to cooperate willingly is asking too much.

It's like expecting to find real goodness inside the Great Evil, utterly unrealistic.

The friendship hardly seen in Central Capital among Superiors is even more impossible among the Great Evil. Today's Evil Cult is merely a channel for a group of Mutated Transformations to harvest below, supplying their own ambitions. Other than the upper echelons, almost everything is consumables and materials.

Not to mention the Heart Core lineage's specialty in hypnosis and brainwashing, mass-producing such tools is far too simple.

After several rounds of brainwashing, this bunch had become more fanatical than the other. Anyone able to climb slightly higher has long had their brains turned to mush by Weiyang.

But Ji Jue didn't expect him to reveal anything voluntarily, it was just a casual query.

As it turns out, this group of dogs from the Evil Cult has already mingled with the bugs. So many meticulously prepared meat stones in the carriage are probably all sacrificial consumables.

Vehicles? At the station?

So, it's a freight train specifically for transporting and preparing consumables?

Only, the form and specifications, even the internal structure...

Ji Jue stood at the forefront of the vehicle, in front of the blood-flesh-blurred driver's seat, gazing down, fleshy tendrils extended like tentacles from the car body, entwining around the core of the vehicle.

It's engine and power source.

This is the real focus.