The electromagnetic railgun on the roof of the Infinity silently rose, seeking suspicious targets under radar surveillance.
17:12
Stretching 15 kilometers long and composed of over 500 carriages, the Doomsday Train was quietly parked in Yijin City, with all the car lamps and light covers shut tight, as silent as a steel beast slumbering beneath the night sky. Wisps of white mist continuously wafted from the junctions of the carriages, while various human-fungal entities silently 'looked at' the train, eyeballs rolling, exuding an eerie aura.
Click.
Wearing a TRP power armor and a gas mask, Lin Xian stepped onto the ground once more. A cold wind blew past, carrying away large swathes of dry fungal vines. There wasn't much snow on the ground, but scattered everywhere were various human clothing.
