Another lightning bolt sliced through the rainy night, as if the downpour was paused momentarily, every drop visible in stark clarity. The thunder that followed was deafening, resonating between heaven and earth.
In the corpse tide below.
The train, already broken into several segments and completely scrapped, burned fiercely, unable to be extinguished even by the rain.
The slightly wounded 6th-level zombie let out a roar, then charged in a specific direction, with countless other zombies following as if pursuing a general.
Those heavily wounded zombies remained, rolling painfully in the rain and howling miserably.
The chaos of the rainy night drowned all noise, paradoxically carrying an extreme sense of silence.
On the other side of Shahe Plain, inside the World-Hating train, a young man sitting at the control panel exhaled in relief. Fortunately, he had a drill attachment, making staying underground somewhat safe.
Then he grimly looked at the thousands of red dots on the "Target Detection Radar."
Having been in Shahe Plain for so long, this was the first time he’d seen a corpse tide of this scale. Shahe Plain was renowned for its safety, and among those dots were several 6th-level zombies posing a significant threat to his train. His train’s energy shield was only level 5, unable to withstand level 6 monsters.
The train radio was in an uproar.
Evidently, this corpse tide wasn’t attacking only him; nearly every train was under assault.
Furthermore, these hordes seemed to have a purpose, targeting each train deliberately.
This blatant anomaly ensured he wouldn’t sleep tonight. No one knew if something horrific would emerge from underground. Luckily, he had an oxygen generator, averting concerns about spending too long underground and running out of oxygen.
The entire Shahe Plain was destined for chaos, nearly all trains attacked by the corpse tide, with some destroyed, others fleeing, and many hiding underground.
Luckily, the Shahe Plain was near the Kunlun Mountain region, so many trains had obtained drill attachments, making the underground a relatively safe space in times of crisis. Follow current novels on ⓝovelFire.net
And with the "Oxygen Generator" attachment, basically every train with a drill also had this feature, as obtaining these two attachments was essential for prolonged underground stay; getting a drill prompted efforts to acquire an oxygen generator.
No one knew what had happened.
No one knew where these zombies had come from, as if they had appeared from nowhere.
Every Train Captain was anxiously awaiting dawn, knowing tonight would see no sleep.
One person’s poison is another’s nectar.
"Kill, kill, kill!!!"
Inside a 6th-level Flesh and Blood Train, a tall woman at the control panel, her eyes filled with bloodlust and excitement, was controlling the Flesh and Blood Train. It sped through the rainy night, continuously slaughtering the corpse tide!
The train’s front had somehow transformed into a gaping maw, swallowing the zombies along the way.
The slaughter was incredibly efficient.
For the Flesh and Blood Train, tonight’s corpse tide was akin to a treasure trove for Mechanical Trains journeying to the Goblin Tomb.
In the Kunlun Mountain region, monsters had suddenly vanished in recent days, leaving her in a predicament. Unlike other 6th-level Flesh and Blood Trains, she dared not venture to other maps, unsure of what to do.
Then the corpse tide came.
Like spring rain, it instantly brought the scent of life.
But this only applied to 6th-level Flesh and Blood Trains; lower-level ones could only fight and run when encountering the tide, avoiding high-level zombie attacks while slaughtering the low-level ones.
A winter rain turned the entire Shahe Plain into chaos.
Countless people were jolted awake from their sleep.
Only the Constant Star Train remained as if nothing had happened.
The blades of the train spun mechanically, slaughtering any zombies that approached, while the three "Doomsday Cannons" occasionally roared, firing tail-flaming shells that precisely targeted high-level monsters in the corpse tide.
And out in the rainy night, Zhang Damei, piloting the "Executioner" mecha, wielded a giant axe, continuously slaughtering zombies.
The residents in the "Resident Carriage," since the train had no windows, could only vaguely hear what seemed like rain outside. The sound was quite loud, making them sleep soundly after 48 hours of wakefulness. They were in deep sleep, completely unaware of the happenings outside.
Initially, at the approach of a few level-3 zombies fiercely pounding on the carriage, there wasn’t even a tremor inside the train; it was incredibly serene.
"Just passing through... just passing through... sorry..."
Inside Carriage No. 9,
a man getting up in the night carefully made his way toward the rear of the quiet, dimly lit carriage, apologizing softly to any residents he disturbed. At the back of Carriage No. 9, there was a refrigerator.
This refrigerator served as the toilet for this carriage, holding several level-1 "Pure Water Filters." For urination, one could do it inside directly.
The carriage was quite silent.
The man tiptoed to avoid waking others, but as he reached the end of the carriage, he caught a strong scent of blood in the connecting section, mingled with the faint earthy smell after rain.
The man paused in slight confusion but shook his head, dismissing any thoughts. After finishing in the refrigerator, he returned to his seat to sleep.