The black gold skeletons "flowed" from the wall to the ground, and they twisted and twisted towards Sean's group.
After the initial shock, the pianist has regained his composure and played "Yesterday's Carnival", which became more and more skillful. The gray shadow of the past came out of the music and blocked the skeleton's pace.
The conductor raised his hands, and a sun with dark light appeared above his head.
"What does that mean?" Sean frowned, aiming his Springfield carbine at the owner of the train.
The light of the black sun quickly suppressed the surrounding light, and everything became silent and heavy...
Moonlight opened her eyes in disbelief, watching a sound coming from the darkness next to her that should never be present at this moment: the darkness around them turned into a tunnel, and a beast-like locomotive roared in the tunnel!
"A train inside a train?!" Moonlight seemed unable to accept this setting, watching a black locomotive roar out, spewing out a burst of black smoke in this strange hall.
The shape of this train seems to have nothing to do with human aesthetics. It seems that the deep people have used various uncomfortable things to stitch together.
"Be careful!" Olivia slid sideways to Sean and used her foot blade to block the rough ax swung by the outstretched arm on the car...
"This train will never stop," the conductor's huge face was illuminated by the black sun and turned into darkness, and the shadow actually showed the characteristics of light. "She will always run on the edge of the depths!"
The two eyeless giants poured their souls into the boiler faster.
As if to provoke, both the train named "Death" and the train inside it sped up.
The train running inside had countless pairs of feet sticking out from the bottom, running wildly along the walls of the hall.
Moonlight felt a little annoyed at his overly keen observation - he could see clearly that pairs of dark arms stretched out from under the train, climbing up the extending black rails at an inhuman speed!
When the locomotive almost hit the soloist, Moonlight tapped her heels and moved to relative safety.
Before he had time to rejoice, the diffuse black smoke enveloped the pianist like a huge sponge...
"Xiao, this is so crazy!" They had never faced this kind of nightmare-like battle, and they shouted before the moonlight was swallowed up by the black smoke, "It must be solved as soon as possible..."
The moonlight was completely enveloped.
"Oli!" Sean gritted his teeth anxiously, "Save him!"
The exquisitely crafted girl was like a vigorous spiritual deer, tracing a trajectory in the air, drawing two sharp crescents with her foot blades, and cutting a cross out of the black smoke.
The pianist's eyes were burned by the black smoke. He stretched out his hand in pain, let Olivia grab it, and broke free in the air.
When the locomotive was about to hit the New Testament reporter directly, Sean's forehead veins were exposed: "That's enough."
The palm of his right hand seemed to be holding a setting sun, with light like molten gold flowing in it.
He jumped high and avoided the locomotive. While turning his body in the air, the torch flew out like a long whip.
Due to the extremely fast rotation, the torch was waved into a fan shape and swept across the black train in an instant.
While passing Sean, this weird recursive train was cut in half lengthwise by the torch, revealing the carnival passengers inside like a madman's painting.
They were singing a song in a strange tune. If you can identify it carefully...
It seems to be "Auld Lang Syne" filled with profanity.
When Sean landed, the train was cut in half, with countless arms underneath it, each clinging to the divided black rails and running around in the hall...
The huge train conductor still held the black sun, illuminating the surroundings into darkness.
The eyeless twisted giant was so devoted and crazy when adding fuel that the green flames burned his body, and the ecstasy at the corner of his mouth opened up the stitched cracks.
Two cross-section trains were scurrying around like raging intestines.
On the periphery, the phantoms of the past emerged from the cemetery, and they were locked in a seemingly eternal dance with the black gold skeleton.
Everything in front of me formed an extremely absurd and abstract picture.
As strong as Sean was, he was also shocked by the sight in front of him, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
Fortunately, the sensitive moonlight is washing his eyes with the pure flowing water of piano music. If the pianist could see the scene in front of him...
Maybe he will be able to play an extremely weird song called "Death Train" from now on, but the permanent damage to his soul will be more than worth the loss.
After several battles, Sean already had a good idea.
Like the evil spirits he encountered before, the powerful enemy in front of him had a huge weakness.
That weakness is enough to break its current strength.
A pair of long black arms stretched out from the inside of the train that was cut in half by Sean, and they were linked together. The strange tune of "Friendship" is still playing, and the train is trying to bridge the gap.
Sean directly asked Olivia to stand in front of him.
The scarab brooch fully released the green halo of the Immortal God King, and a throne carved from emerald seemed to appear in front of Sean.
The green halo of light temporarily suppressed the black sun.
The arrogant conductor finally lowered his arms and looked at Sean.
“Traveler of the Northern New York Railway!
“Wretched rail keeper!
"Every whistle is your clarion call—"
"Pathrik!"
After shouting the above words, a smile appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth, and the smile made him reveal his sharp fangs.
Because he saw a hint of panic on the train conductor's huge face.
A hint of fear of destruction.
"Pathrik!
"This is your name!
"This is your territory too!
"How long do you plan to keep these outsiders in power?!"
As Sean shouted, the darkness above the furnace seemed to turn into a mountain peak. The top of the peak was a black coffin made of bones that had been integrated into the earth.
The coffin was shaking with the entire mountain.
"Mortal!" Realizing what Sean was about to awaken, the train conductor roared, "You damn excrement producer! Bipedal walking stinking meat!...
“The god you serve is hypocritical!
"That thing sitting in the sky is not Keane at all!
"He is a false god! False god! False god!"
For the first time, Sean froze in the middle of a "swear war."
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the opponent in front of him: Do you know what you are talking about?
Do you know what "calling" is?
"I curse you! Curse your tribe, curse your replaced false gods! - Keen!"
The replaced false god? ...You just said it directly! ?
Sean has been anxious since he learned part of the historical truth from the underwater city. Sean is worried that he might accidentally tell those secrets while talking in his sleep. Sean has always avoided having anything to do with that period of history...
I heard the train conductor yell out those contents.
Sean swallowed, sweat dripping from his forehead.
——You damn thing, stop saying a few words!
