Black Sail
Chapter 192: CXCII. The Touch of Resentment

Chapter 192: CXCII. The Touch of Resentment

The load was overbearing, and the machinery components, overclocked as they were, glowed red like branding irons, while smoke billowed throughout the space.

There was no time for hesitation.

Before it all began, Fen had already etched the entire map into his mind. More than four minutes had passed since the train had started moving, and at this speed, they would leave the uninhabited area in five more minutes.

By that time, there would be towns on both sides of the track.

He had prepared the materials to cast the "Great Skill."

True powerful Magic Techniques required various materials as sacrifices to unleash greater strength.

On Fen’s upper body, his refined physique was surging with abstruse runes and tattoos.

He had a contingency plan and had purchased the materials in advance.

With the Great Skill, he would destroy the entire train head, along with this man.

The soil from the ghoul’s nest, the ashes of the Thunderstruck Wood, the lash-blood of the Holy Spirit Society’s followers, the severed fingers of thieves...

Fen took everything from his waist pouch; the tattoos on his left arm writhed, transforming into mouths bristling with sharp teeth on his hand, consuming all the materials required for the Great Skill into his arm.

Joshua’s expression was grave with the weight of the powerful spell power.

How could he give Fen the chance to complete the Magic Technique? A whip made of eerie green Evil Power Flame Columns had already struck.

Senluo Death Technique·Grudge Touch.

Crack, crack, crack!

One after another, pale arms sprouted from Fen’s left hand, all as ghastly as the dead, with nails yellowed from decay.

In an instant, he grew out hundreds of twisted, entangled arms grasping for the Evil Power Flame Column.

Like the sizzling sound of a hot branding iron submerged in water.

The Evil Power Flame Column melted all the arms into wisps, but they all burst into a shallow black corpse water, drenching the entire pier.

From the corpse water, thousands of pallid arms emerged anew, reaching collectively for Joshua, each with strength far surpassing that of a normal adult male. With their horrifying numbers, they were relentless; unending even when slashed, the bursting corpse water would just produce new limbs.

It all relied on the intensity of Fen’s spell power.

Joshua couldn’t kill them fast enough; the Evil Power shield burst outward from him, once more turning all the arms into black rotten fluid.

Attempting to deplete all of Fen’s spell power.

But a former member of the Magic Energy Industrial Committee was far from an ordinary Magician.

Following Joshua’s move, the nest exploded completely. The corpse water submerged the entire machinery room, those arms crazily sprouted again, clawing at the inner shell of the machinery room’s carriage.

Thousands of shrill, piercing sounds made one’s head ache, as if claws were scraping against the scalp from every direction.

These hands left trails of indentation, then tore open the steel inner shell, revealing the blurry scenery racing outside. The burst of corpse water immersed itself into the machinery group beneath the pier, controlling the train wheels.

Grudge Touch, countless hands began prying at those components, regrowing again even after being smashed to bits.

The entire machinery room was like a scene from Hell.

Joshua realized that he had underestimated him; this was no quack Jianghu Mage. Evidently, before descending into banditry, his status was esteemed.

Crack, crack, crack!

The mechanical gears and bearings, even under frenzied operation, were torn asunder by the relentless hands.

With a malfunctioning system, the entire train began to shake and tremble violently. The sparks from the primary drive train-head wheel assembly friction with the tracks were enough to light up the gloomy winter noon.

In the fourth carriage.

Liszt had already cleared all the Magic Puppets along the way, and came to Claude’s side.

This Fallen Knight, acquired from Londen City, was truly fierce. Also, he was part of the escort for Aran Envoy’s business dealings, single-handedly reducing the Magic Puppets flooding out of two carriages to only two.

Gawain and Swan were also there. With their combined efforts, the last two metallic nuisances were dealt with, their cores exposed, and Liszt slashed them with two strokes, dimming their glow, turning them into useless broken stones.

Liszt had targeted this train, mainly to get the startup funds, but chopping up the "singer" was also a top priority.

William had been mentioned in the newspapers.

Mu Ran once had been a prominent figure at the school.

He could recognize him.

But the other three were completely unfamiliar, nor did he know Mo Yutong, who was with Claude at the moment.

"Where’s Fen?"

Liszt asked anxiously, having spent a lot of time on the way here. Six or seven minutes had passed, and if they didn’t stop the train soon, they were really going to be wiped out.

Shock and horror filled Mo Yutong’s eyes. Although Liszt was wearing a mask, she recognized his voice. It seemed familiar, but she wasn’t entirely sure yet.

"The conductor has pinned him down; he’s at the very front."

Claude panted heavily, clearly exhausted. His body was covered in deep cuts inflicted by magic puppet’s oversized blades, each as thick as a finger and creating a gruesome sight. He was also grazed by a projectile at the waist, leaving the flesh there bloody and mangled.

"Can you still walk?"

Liszt looked back; Shadi, Meredith, and Weber had also followed.

Damn it, where were Morison and Rein? Was there someone on this train who couldn’t be swiftly dealt with by Morison? The train was crawling with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

He didn’t know what kind of bad luck he’d run into, but from the beginning, nothing had gone smoothly.

That really was his voice, Mo Yutong recalled this madman’s outrageous behavior from their school days, a vivid memory. After scrutinizing Liszt’s eyes and brows, she confirmed they matched the warrant without any doubt.

Mo Yutong quickly tore off a piece of cloth from the jacket Claude had given her and wrapped it around her face like a mask.

Damn it...

Liszt had come to kill the five of them.

Claude nodded, indicating he could hold on a bit longer.

Just then, the carriage began to shake violently, as if it had suddenly braked hard. Everyone was thrown forward, the massive inertia sending them crashing into the forward wall.

Everyone was thrown into a daze, the world spinning around them.

Along with the train’s shrill whistle, the shattered scenery outside the windows gradually slowed down, shifting from fleeting shadows to a stark reality.

Finally, it came to a complete stop.

Outside was an endless wilderness, lacking the white reeds, quite flat, with only sparse weeds and desolate stones.

In the distance, many strange, tall wind erosion rocks stood like columns, a dozen or twenty meters tall, with the rolling outlines of a large mountain range faintly visible at the edge of one’s sight.

The group stood up.

"That was really fucking thrilling."

Weber was somewhat excited; even after so many years as an adventurer, he had never felt such a rush as he had just now.

Swan had bumped his back but was mostly unharmed. He now fully understood that Weber was an idiot, with a thick nerve connecting his brain to his spine.

The wounds on Weber’s back began to split and bleed, but he paid it no mind, still caught in a state of excitement.

It was Fen who had stopped the train at the front, meaning he was still safe.

Liszt let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, it seemed to be an uninhabited area, though they were now far from the territory of Yunxi City, venturing into the boundaries of another city.

As long as the train was stopped, everything could be negotiated.

Everyone on the train was still isolated and trapped, easy prey for their taking.

"Let’s go, let’s chop up the conductor together, and then... fill the bags with money!"

Liszt issued the command. Now was the time for a gang beating. That "singer" conductor had been so full of himself over the broadcast.

The nobles on the train were emotionally wrecked from the roller coaster of extreme highs and lows, their mental defenses shattered. Whether offering five hundred Golden Dragons or one to two thousand, they were willing to pay any amount to end this nightmarish day.

It was torture.