A foreigner's journey

Hearing the cry, the two looked at the corner where the sound came from with stiff expressions. There was an abandoned train carriage there, and at some point a child-like graffiti appeared on the side of the carriage. The level of wall painting is really that of a child, but the paint seems to have a luminous effect, emitting a strange light in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, a line of crooked words appeared below the wall painting - [Leave quickly! Leave quickly! 】

"Then when did that one appear?"

Suddenly encountering the legendary ghost, Claude was a little embarrassed, and he felt that the palms holding the sword hilt were full of sweat.

After getting over the initial panic, Alice was no longer afraid. She had seen many ghost-like 'people' through the flow of life since she was a child, and her fear of ghosts was not very high.

She leaned over with great interest, and even touched the wall painting on the surface of the carriage. The place where her fingers touched was still rusty, which meant that the paint on the wall was not an ordinary pigment.

"Woo...Woo..."

At this time, another burst of intermittent crying came.

Alice walked around to the carriage and found a little boy with a faint blue light all over his body sitting on the ground with his hands and knees folded, his head lowered and unable to see his face, and he kept making low-pitched cries.

"Alice!" Claude clenched the destroyer sword with both hands, his muscles tensed, and he watched nervously as Alice slowly approached the ghost child.

Alice waved her hand to Claude without looking back, indicating that it was okay, then tentatively squatted not far in front of the ghost boy, and asked in a gentle voice: "You want us to leave here? Is it because of this place?" Is it dangerous?”

The little boy slowly raised his head and looked at Alice with a gentle smile on his face. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Can you tell us what is entrenched here?"

Alice's [Thread] could vaguely sense that there was an extremely evil and cold gaze in the train cemetery scanning her and Claude. Could it be the true form of the 'black whirlwind' in the legend of the train cemetery?

The little boy opened his mouth to speak but could not make any sound. He grinned and cried again. It seemed that the only sound he could make was "crying".

Alice and Claude looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort a [ghost].

The little boy's figure began to disperse into dots of blue light, and reorganized into a typical ghost with two sharp claws wearing a sack. A crying face was roughly painted on the bag to represent the face.

The ghost waved its claws at Claude and Alice, seeming to persuade them to leave here quickly. But before the two of them could react, a chain made of black mist tightly tightened the ghost's claws and body. The little boy ghost was dragged directly into the endless darkness by the chain with a miserable cry.

"Wait a moment……"

Alice was too late to stop the little boy from being dragged away, and then Claude stood in front of her with a metal giant sword: "Be careful!"

Several evil spirits that looked like the little boy's ghost sack emerged from the side, with only three twisted black holes on their faces, seemingly screaming and shouting silently.

"It seems that the legend of the black whirlwind in the train cemetery is not a fabrication, and it seems that they do not intend to let us pass easily..."

Claude looked around, and more and more clawed ghosts were surrounding them. This quiet train cemetery had turned into a lair of monsters dancing around.

"People who have been swallowed by the black whirlwind for many years have been imprisoned here and turned into evil ghosts, unable to return to the river of life normally."

Alice stood up and held onto the long metal staff with a firm expression:

"If the mastermind is allowed to continue causing chaos, I don't know how many people will be killed silently in this train cemetery... We cannot ignore it! Claude, hide quickly."

As she raised the long metal staff high, the magic crystal inlaid on the top of the staff emitted bright green and blue light, and electric lights continued to explode in the air, making a series of crackling sounds.

When Claude saw this, he immediately turned over and hid behind a carriage. This woman was about to get serious.

Dozens of sack ghosts rushed towards Alice one after another. The screams shook the glass of the surrounding carriages, and countless sharp claws danced and vowed to tear Alice into pieces.

The next second, the long metal staff in Alice's hand slammed hard on the ground. The huge thunder light centered on the magic crystal on the staff and spread rapidly to form a terrifying thunder ring. The dark train cemetery was instantly covered with blue and white. Thunder shines brightly!

The [Thunder] magic crystal that had grown to the MAX inspired the most advanced magic that could be cast [Great Thunder], and was then further spread by the [Area] magic crystal——

Superior magic [Thunder Ring]!

In just an instant, the dozens of sack ghosts closest to Alice were directly blown to pieces by lightning. Then the ghosts behind were also blown up so that their bodies could not be solidified. They were scattered to the ground and would dissipate at any time.

The carriage where Claude was hiding trembled. He waited until the lightning faded before he got out. He found that the surface of the carriage facing the lightning was scorched and sunken, thick smoke was rising, and the ground showed a huge circular scorch mark spreading outward.

Normally, even advanced magic cannot achieve such astonishing effects, because the [widening] magic crystal will greatly dilute the power of the magic itself.

But Alice, as an ancient Settra, has a natural advantage in using magic. Ordinary people would have their magic power drained out of their bodies if they cast high-level magic once. She could cast ten of them without any problem, and the power was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Alice exhaled, made a stick dance with her long stick in her hand, and then pointed it at the largest ghost:

"Go tell Mr. Mastermind that this matter is not over yet!"

The few remaining ghosts immediately escaped into the darkness and disappeared.

Claude came over and said, "This speaking style doesn't match your appearance."

Seeing that all the ghosts had disappeared, Alice stuck out her tongue: "I'm imitating the teacher's speaking style. Isn't it very handsome?"

Well, in my impression, Heather really has this speaking style. As for whether he is handsome or not... Claude shrugged his shoulders and expressed that he disagreed with Alice's statement: "In short, you can't travel through the train cemetery without defeating the mastermind behind it, right? ?”

"Obviously, Mr. the mastermind behind the scenes doesn't intend to let us two go. The teacher said that when faced with troubles that cannot be overcome, you must take the initiative and don't give the other party a chance to grow and develop."

Alice smiled and turned the long metal staff in her hand:

"Then let's set off, Mr. Bodyguard? Teach the mastermind some profound lessons."

"Um."

Claude nodded, holding the metal sword in hand and walking towards the train storage warehouse opposite with Alice.