In front of the black coffin supported by black bones, the train conductor, who was as black as thick smoke, shouted words that stunned Sean.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
"Do you know what the calling is about?!"
With no other choice, Sean could only pretend not to understand what the other party was saying, and continued to call out Paxtrix's name, praying secretly in his heart that this place was deep enough, and these blasphemous words would not really be used by "Keane" "hear.
Otherwise, the train they are on will be directly destroyed, not even the dregs will be left.
Fortunately, the other party's blasphemous words seemed to be just to influence Sean as a human being, and not really to attract that person's attention...
Nothing happened except that Sean was stunned for a moment.
Under Sean's shouts, the shaking of the black coffin became more intense and obvious.
Finally, a loud noise covered up the train conductor's yelling.
The thing in the coffin was awakened, and it broke out of its slumber and isolation.
A distant whistle sounded.
What appeared in front of Sean and others was a very impactful scene.
The black sun was originally surrounded by substantial black smoke. After the coffin burst open, pure white steam spewed out from it, like a cloud accumulation.
Pure white steam and thick black smoke push each other, and the difference in color is so distinct. White seems to shine, while black seems to fall into the abyss.
Gradually, steam overwhelmed the black smoke.
The black smoke was wrapped, the train conductor was wrapped, and even the black sun turned into a blurry black sun among the white clouds.
"It's Paxitrik, the demigod's power." Sean glanced at the confused moonlight beside him, "They took Paxitric's spirit world by force, and I woke him up."
"Now..." Sean narrowed his eyes and spread his hands, as if inspired by a revelation. Golden torches burst out from the palms of his hands, "This is the best opportunity to drive away the outsiders."
Waving his hands together, Sean unleashed his spiritual power wantonly, giving Ms. Hershey's flame the will to purify.
The torch lit up the white clouds, and the scene in front of me once again changed amazingly...
The golden flame seemed to spread across the white field, burning fiercely all the way.
Soon, the torch merged into the white clouds, surging in them like a chain of golden thunder.
The lady's flames were so intense that it seemed as if she could be seen in person among the clouds wearing a black robe...
The black smoke, the conductor and the black sun were instantly surrounded by golden torches...
The locomotive of the train named "Death" seems to have a close connection with the conductor.
When the torch flames purified the howling man, the entire hall filled with black gold bones began to be burned by the golden fire.
Ms. Hershey's torch has never been so powerful. Moonlight, who was full of wonder, watched with disbelief as the golden fire burned through the black hall, like dark clouds being dispersed.
This is the power that Sean has now?
He heard the low chanting of the nightingale's followers.
Although the other party is just a declining wandering god, he is still a god that humans cannot match.
Sean actually has the power to compete with divine power...
The black dome and walls were burned through, and the scorched skylight from the depths of the world penetrated the interior.
Sean and the others smelled a dull wind.
Even though the hall was almost completely burned down, the core boiler was still burning, the black giant wheel was rolling forward, and the death train was still running forward.
They have entered deeper into the world, and Moonlight absolutely believes that the scene in front of them cannot be seen by people living in the ordinary world, even for just a moment.
Because no one can imagine what lies in the depths of the dead world, and a glimpse of these things beyond imagination would most likely cause such a fragile organ as the human brain to fall into chaos--to go crazy.
A group of abandoned buildings stood in the distance, illuminated by a sun that was too low in the sky.
It seemed like a punishment. In that huge dilapidated building, there were many naked people, who were burning and wailing because of the low-altitude sun.
On the other side of the endlessly extending track, you can see a gray giant whose face is covered by a shroud and whose proportions are completely different from ordinary people, sitting on a mountain-like stone base. The dirty blood on the shroud is constantly changing with various symbols.
On the sea called Huangquan, behemoths like solitary peaks rise one after another from the sea. There is a bonfire burning on the back of each decaying behemoth, and beside each bonfire sits a skinny man—— They seemed to be permanently isolated at sea.
And in the bleak sea fog...
Moonlight did not see the outline of the thing clearly, but in order to take care of his already trembling sensitive nerves, he chose to look away.
In front of them, white clouds were being blown away by the oncoming wind.
Sean and the three of them could see a figure from behind in the clouds.
The figure from behind was wearing a leather jacket and hat, with a bag of luggage on his shoulders.
"That's...?" Olivia turned to Sean.
"The descendant of Atlas, the traveler of the Northern New World, the patron saint of the troubled rails - the demigod Paixitrik." Sean stared ahead.
The leather-clad traveler did not look back, but took a step forward and disappeared without a trace.
The white smoke and black smoke dissipated together, and only then did Sean and the others see the scene in front of the train.
Deep in the world, this seemingly most hopeless place, the sea called Huangquan, has a pure "heavenly road" on its skyline.
Going up the heavenly road like an aurora, you can see countless souls that have left this place, flowing in one direction.
That is obviously the secret that spans the galaxy——
Aura.
The existence of spiritual rings always reminds people that life and death are connected and are always flowing.
After waking up from the terrible scene in front of him, Sean said: "This spiritual world is disintegrating, let's go."
Sean and others retreated into the train.
After Paxitrike woke up and left this spiritual world that was not created out of his will, the man thousands of kilometers away put down the pen in his hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
He was so thin and tall, like an unbendable steel pillar.
His black eyes stared silently out the window at the quiet night, and something on his chest reflected the same darkness as his eyes.
It was a brooch of a black sun. Around the brooch, the space seemed to have been drained of color.
Behind him, you can see several conspicuous ornaments on the large desk, including a locomotive model with a copper nameplate on the base that reads "Peace and Pacific Union Railroad Company·1860 Commemoration".
However, the precious souvenir was now overturned, revealing obvious cracks.
The man seemed to have discovered something interesting. He pursed his lips and chuckled.
As if feeling his gaze, the wind outside the window temporarily stopped making noise.
