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Chapter 912 - 569: Someone Else Took Over

Chapter 912: Chapter 569: Someone Else Took Over

"Kill the train conductor! Hijack the train!" The passengers’ bizarre chant echoed through Carriage Four.

Leading them was Li Changhe, draped in magical attire, his blade walking in stride on the bloody, stain-drenched floor as if he were the rightful heir to the Heavenly Mandate.

Beneath his feet lay a headless body of a train attendant, oozing stench-ridden black and red blood.

Faced with the encircling passengers who had already tasted victory, this attendant—who had been stationed here with plans of winning over the passengers of Carriage Four—lasted only a matter of seconds.

His strength was actually not weak; under normal circumstances, several players working together would have had to put in some effort, but before human greed, he was not even worth mentioning.

He was quickly betrayed by one of the passengers he had tried to win over, who broke his arm—in simple terms, he was backstabbed.

And against an enemy being mobbed, Li Changhe naturally showed no courtesy and beheaded him directly with his General’s cloak.

The passenger who backstabbed the attendant hesitated not a moment to offer up an item of epic quality, casually joining the queue behind Li Changhe in silence.

He was a master of the Nineteen Bells, also one of the targets the attendant had tried to recruit.

But he had already seen the situation within the train, and joining the "bandits" clearly offered him more benefits.

Especially after noticing Li Changhe’s strength, he didn’t hesitate to severely injure the train attendant.

Behind Li Changhe, the increasingly large group of "bandits" eyed the hesitating passengers like tigers staring down their prey.

"One item of epic quality or better per person! And we won’t lay a hand on you!"

"Otherwise, this will be your fate!"

"Kill the train conductor, hijack the train!"

During the recent clash, they had killed one of the passengers and found the train’s trading goods, scoring quite a few spoils of war.

Like sharks drawn to the scent of blood, they watched the passengers still hesitating, with a covetous gaze.

In their hearts, they were so eager for resistance, for that would give them yet another chance to strike and kill.

These were big fish after all; their equipment was truly plentiful.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Among the passengers were some who saw the situation for what it was.

Instead of worrying about the train’s reprisal afterward, the current threat of the Twenty-Two Bells master was far more terrifying.

And besides... the train was truly wealthy. If the "bandits" were stronger, the chances of robbing the entire train would increase even more.

Soon, one of the passengers took the lead in offering up his possessions.

It was White Deer, who had just escaped from Carriage Five, when he saw the "bandits’" onslaught. Feeling uneasy yet quickly grasping the situation, he considered it better to join the "bandits" and garner some benefits rather than hope for the train side to quell the turmoil.

"Brother Chen!" He pleasingly placed a rather pint-sized short sword not far from Li Changhe. He then fast made his way into the "bandits’" ranks, greeting the other passengers nearby.

Following his lead, those passengers still hesitating also began to pull out their goods to join the "bandits." Some lower-level passengers reluctantly handed over an epic-level piece of equipment and silently vowed to themselves to rob twice as much later.

So much so that by the time they exited Carriage Four, the number of "bandits" behind Li Changhe had reached fifteen.

Fifteen people, of them, no fewer than eight were above LV10... If these players were to join forces and attack Li Changhe together,

Even Li Changhe, with the Immortal Cavalry, would find it troublesome, yet they obediently handed over their possessions and didn’t even think of ganging up against Li Changhe.

"Right, they’ve already reaped enough benefits. They can now brazenly seize the train’s resources or even snatch other passengers’ goods. Moreover, with you, a 22-gun master, here, the train’s main target will only be you," Yun Ting analyzed in his mind. "With sufficient interest, they’ll just want you to keep winning."

Indeed, that was the case; they now hoped even more for Li Changhe to come out victorious.

"But when the benefits are no longer enough to satisfy their desires, they won’t act the same way." Li Changhe was unconcerned, as the most troublesome group on the train was these passengers. The emergence of the ’bandits’ made some in this group turn against each other. That was Li Changhe’s line of thinking.

In this way, Li Changhe’s gains were not insignificant.

Looking at the fifteen epic quality materials or equipment in his backpack.

"The haul really is quite substantial," Li Changhe chuckled inwardly. Who would have thought that boarding a train could net him so many treasures?

Fifteen epic-level items—though most were unsuitable for him, they still somewhat represented financial freedom.

Moreover, Li Changhe noticed a change in his Black Mud Divinity.

It kept fluctuating between 3010/3000—3009/3000.

Clearly, the divinity cap hadn’t changed, but there was a surplus in the divinity total.

"Does it signify the malice coalescing upon me?" Li Changhe pondered. After all, the trait of Black Mud Divinity was the physical embodiment of malice.

If there genuinely was an effect where concentrated malice generated excess divinity, then Li Changhe would recover his divinity rapidly in battle.

Wouldn’t that mean he’d have an advantage in combat with divine creatures?

Holders like the girl, with slow-divinity recovery, if he fought with holders, perhaps he could gain some advantage in divinity restoration.

Li Changhe was deep in thought when the door to the third carriage was already being opened. A strong oppressive force instantly burst forth from the door, filling the entire carriage.

’So powerful!’ The ’bandits’ stiffened inwardly.

"You’re too slow," Li Changhe said, as the Tang Knife in his hand instantly turned pitch-black, with blue divinity patterns spreading across the blade. The exposed fighting intent was exceedingly fierce, brutally tearing through the suffocating pressure.

The ’bandits’ also raised their weapons, staring intently towards the door. They sensed that there could be quite a few people hiding behind it.

No one came out through the door; instead, a deep voice was heard.

"Stop, you will regret your actions..."

Li Changhe didn’t wait for him to finish and swung the horizontal blade.

Cloaked in the Black Mud Divinity, the general’s robe charged into the dark doorway in an instant. Faint grunts could be heard.

The voice from inside the door hesitated, growing even more somber, continuing, "Divinity... who is your lord? Hasn’t He told you that the Ghost Train is not to be offended?"

His words contained a hint of caution. He suspected that Li Changhe was one of some entity’s God’s Chosen.

"Hasn’t your lord told you?" Li Changhe said, a flicker of spatial fluctuation in his hand, as he tossed the Tang Knife into his backpack and took out the Sin Dragon Mo Blade.

A sinister laugh came from beneath the magical outfit’s hood. Powerful divinity roared within the blade, the blue light illuminating the entire train.

Li Changhe raised the Mo Blade high and brought it down with a slash.

"The Ghost Train, it’s time for a change of hands!"

(Apologies for the delay—tired in body and mind, sorry for being late.)

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