Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 613 - 367: Sonic Sniper_2

Su Huan may have let someone escape due to an inaccurate explosion, but the little chef has absolutely no worries about this.Putting aside this gentle demeanor, the nine-skills-bearer Yu Yue is a killing machine on the battlefield, capable of influencing the outcome of a battle by herself.

The only flaw is the high cost of advancement; with the train’s current resources, it cannot afford the expenses for her to advance to Tier Three.

...

After injecting the genetic potion, the little chef’s skin became rosy white, like a rabbit pacing around the nutrition pod by the wall.

Su Huan was a little confused, watching her circle around.

The woman’s apricot eyes occasionally had a moment of dullness, then turned clear again. When she turned her head to look at him after a while, her pupils had turned a shade of crimson, and she said awkwardly, "I can’t open it..."

Su Huan was speechless.

Turns out, this woman was looking for a suitable incubator.

"Come here."

Yu Yue’s eyelids became somewhat heavy, looking sleepy, yet she obediently walked over.

Su Huan took hold of her, felt her rapidly rising heartbeat, and threw her whole into the nutrient liquid within the fungus carpet. Then he adjusted the energy infusion speed. All four skills were newly acquired, not reaching the standard for advancing to Tier Two. At this time, Su Huan needed to finely control the energy to suppress the tier advancement and first raise the skill level. Once all conditions were met, he could release the tier suppression.

Energy, genetic potion, life force, train conductor... these factors were all indispensable.

This was also why Director Xu was inquiring so much from above.

The fungus carpet also had this functionality, but it was far worse than Su Huan.

Ma Hongyu himself had quite a few abilities that had reached the level, then through various potions, fungus carpets, and other factors to increase the probability of advancement, but there was still a chance of failure.

The entire process was swift, and by the time Su Huan settled Yu Yue, the researchers had already packed all valuable items in the lab.

Su Huan looked at the fungus carpet and smiled, "Now we can go see the ultimate secret."

The fungus carpet shivered for no reason, "The lowest level is not directly below the lab; it’s slightly offset and the space is much smaller than here."

"Be more specific, or I’ll kill you if it’s wrong."

Su Huan’s mouth curled up, beneath his shattered clothing, energy patterns glowed, crawling up to his eye corners and vying with the rampaging electric patterns, the blue-to-black thunder liquid clung to the train conductor’s arm like nanobots, forming a massive spike in his palm, and the three-meter-long electricity from his shoulders scattered like a blinding white light, pressing down with suffocating terror and oppressiveness.

Even though everyone was inside the power armor, their hairs stood on end like needles.

The fungus carpet marked a position on the ground.

Su Huan walked over and said faintly, "Xiaoba."

Then he punched towards that position, as terrifying as the shaking of the fungus carpet during its digestive cycle, the alloy floor evaded his fist, soil and stone rolling and melting beneath the current!

In just a few breaths, Su Huan had already sunk underground.

A minute later, the train conductor’s voice came from the pit.

"Come down."

Everyone was used to the train conductor’s abnormality, Liang Kuan picked up Ma Hongyu’s coffin and jumped down.

The fungus carpet stood silently for a long time until a clear killing intent emanated from the deep pit, wrapping in the nutrient-liquid-covered Yu Yue and tumbling down.

...

The surface of the Spore Zone had long transformed into another appearance.

The gray mist boiled violently, shooting a thousand meters into the sky like a volcano, rolling endlessly, completely obscuring all peering sights.

On the ground, the fungus carpet flowed like water, vast mushroom forests floating like islands at sea, rising and falling with the fungus carpet’s undulations, staggering, collapsing onto the dark red fungus carpet, then being wrapped up and churned, turned into energy for the big fungus carpet.

A shrill scream echoed in the mushroom forest of the Spore Zone, thousands of moving mushrooms frantically scurrying within the fungus carpet, but no matter how they ran, they couldn’t escape the omnipresent fungus carpet, just like how someone jumping up would eventually fall back to earth.

Whether it was the remnants of Corpse Mushrooms or the Ghost Umbrella Mushrooms trailing the train, all were treated the same in front of the fungus carpet.

With just a little fold and roll, hundreds or thousands of mushrooms were crushed into the fungus carpet.

Whether Tier One or Tier Two, as long as caught in the fungus carpet, they could never jump out again. As a unique life form nurturing mushrooms, the fungus carpet excelled at killing mushrooms.

On the flowing earth, the armed train was particularly conspicuous, like a massive intercepting dam, stretching across, severing the surging fungus carpet, six hundred mechanical arms like a centipede nailing the entire train to the ground.

No matter how the fungus carpet collided, the train, with its terrifying weight and reinforced mechanical arms, remained immovable.

Until a huge mushroom umbrella could no longer support itself and collapsed, burying the train into the fungus carpet, layers of dark red folds surging, piling up into a miniature mountain range on the surface.

"...The earth like flowing blood, the pillar supporting heaven and earth collapsed, life obliterated."

Standing by the window of the train, Shu Wei silently repeated the last segment of the prophecy in her heart.

Until now, the entire prophecy of the High Priest had come true, though bizarre, yet coinciding precisely with everything in the Spore Zone.

Isn’t the flowing fungus carpet just like "blood water", and the massive mushroom umbrellas in some way indeed served as the pillars of the mushroom world, with the heavy casualties of mushrooms aligning with the devastation of life.

It’s kind of ridiculous, thought it was some great crisis.

Shu Wei looked out the window into the encroaching darkness with a hint of speechlessness; the lights in the carriages behind her lit up one by one, and except for those who had just boarded, most people hardly reacted, at most, like the secretary-general here, gave an extra look outside the window before returning to their tasks.

Harvesting a large number of samples in the Spore Zone, each department head spun like a top, and how could ordinary crew members dare to slack off.

Shu Wei turned and walked towards the end of the carriage, the two secretaries from the secretary group had long awaited by the side, and upon seeing her, promptly stepped forward to report. Each matter was quickly decided by Shu Wei, and by the time they reached the meeting room, including the one from Su Huan, all were dealt with.

Before entering the meeting room, the woman paused, "No need to initiate the emergency plan, production continues, if anyone secretly causes trouble, just note it down, in short, everything proceeds as usual."

She said before entering the meeting room, where Hu Shuo and others were already waiting.

On the other side, Zhang Qiang was also particularly busy; each time a natural or man-made disaster struck, it was a prime opportunity for the Tongzhou Association to recruit new members. For those merely harboring fear, Zhang Qiang would only gently advise, but for those with steadfast wills and grievances, he would open his arms, actively guiding them into the association.

Then, guided by the eloquence he learned from Liu Ming, he would expose these people’s concerns, sorting out their stories, and when appropriate, make a unified report to the train conductor.

However, today, the number of new recruits was particularly low, leaving Vice President Zhang particularly puzzled.

In the temporary carriage at the end, a chaotic meeting was being held.

Several small leaders gathered there, loudly cursing, exclaiming they had boarded a bandit train, and in the company of their little brothers, grew increasingly angry, smashing their bottles with loud clinks.

"If we hadn’t come along in the beginning, not so many people would have died!"

"Exactly!"

"Just one day, damn it, over seventy brothers died! I’m not even saying anything, but the train hasn’t said a word yet, what’s the meaning of this, we trusted the train conductor when we came here, Boss Wen Biao, you have to give us an explanation, don’t you?"

Wen Biao sat grandly on the other end, using a military knife to shave his hair in front of a mirror, dropping off bristly hair until revealing the fierce beast scar on his scalp, and only then, satisfied, raised his mouth, laid down the mirror, and looked at those few most raucous small leaders before him.

He asked calmly, "Is this what you all think?"