The Modern Age of the Mysterious

This is not an empty train at all.

This train, bound for the depths of the world, is full of passengers.

The vast scenery of Huangquan outside the car window seems to have some restrictive effect on these passengers.

In this world of the dead, they don't seem to cause a fight, they just really sit in their seats like passengers. Let the scorched yellow sky light shine through himself, illuminating his distorted internal organs.

In such a scene, even Sean had to settle down.

"Let's go." The oath torch suspended beside him was still bright, "We're almost at the front of the car."

The carriages are not endless - if that being is "collecting" along the railway network, then it is conceivable that the deepest and most primitive carriages of this train are only from the trains that first opened in Northern New Zealand.

Outside the window there was a scorched, unseen sea, where a heavily rusted ship was approaching.

There was a whistle of resentment, and Sean and the others finally passed through the last carriage.

In front of you is the locomotive of this strange train.

Much larger than a normal locomotive, it sits in front and provides enormous power like a black church.

However, the church did not open its doors to Sean and others.

Even from the inside, you can see that the shape and texture of the front of the car are very strange.

In terms of shape, it seems to be a cross-section of a mass grave - many skeletons are embedded in the soil layer.

From a texture point of view, it is not loess, but a black and bright metal.

Most of these skeletons embedded in the gate are symmetrical, and some even have strange distortions.

On the front door of the car, the black and gold skeleton radiates like sunlight, and in the center of the door is a black sun with distorted light.

"Black sun?" Sean couldn't help frowning - this was obviously a sign or a totem.

What made him a little uneasy was that he had absolutely no idea what the black sun symbolized.

"I'm going to try to open this door." Sean turned his head and said, then led his teammates back a few steps.

The door leading to the locomotive obviously needs to be opened by a certain existence.

If it was the former Sean, standing in front of this door might be helpless.

However, now he has the same level of power as this spirit.

As long as he outputs the power beyond this restriction towards the gate, he can forcibly break it down!

Once again, using the ability of "The Ancient Scroll of Homecoming", Sean mobilized the spiritual power of his teammates.

He closed his eyes, and thousands of kilometers away, the eyes of a haunted farm center opened.

As soon as Shawshank Rogers opened his eyes, he moved from the lounge on the second floor to the ground floor of the mansion, the lady's temple.

There was a cage in his palm, and dozens of candle flames raised a brightness: "I need your strength."

People who are busy in various places in the New Testament city seem to be inspired by the call of the gods in the depths of their hearts. They all close their eyes and open their hearts...

On the weird train, a hazy candle was lit behind Sean, and there were even a few silver flames in it.

Sean stretched out his hands, facing the black sun, and issued the will to open.

Above the black gate, the black sun vibrated in the curved light.

A gentleman who was not here, who was writing words on paper with a pen in hand, began to lose his mind when he saw the full stop just drawn on the paper.

"Can you forcibly open the spiritual core?"

The man stared at the ink dot with slightly surprised eyes.

In his eyes, the unremarkable dots of ink became the vibrating black sun on the train.

With a crisp sound, the black sun cracked like a black gem.

The prohibition at the core of the spiritual world was forcibly opened, the black door slowly opened, and the double doors blocked the scene of Huangquan like a sky.

"No matter what's inside," Sean turned his head, his eyes calm, "don't panic."

The Sea of ​​Shimmering Light was the first to walk into it.

After getting used to the darkness, Sean could see the layout inside the core.

It's more like a weird hall than a locomotive.

This black hall continues the design of the gate - the bones and skeletons with black metal texture are pieced together like fossils to form the wall.

Huge black ribs like a curtain formed the wall.

The deformed head, like the remains of a fallen god, stared at the entrant in the air.

Everything makes this place seem like an axis of evil faith, but there are still things that point out the real purpose of this place—

A huge furnace, inlaid on the opposite wall, a deformed giant without eyes, is throwing its wailing soul into that furnace.

A furnace of burning souls. The "power source" of this train.

The two "boilermen" had no interest in the intruders, apparently their job was to keep the boilers burning.

As for the intruder, someone will take care of such a thing.

In front of the huge boiler, there was a figure that felt too oppressive.

In the turquoise flames of the burning soul, the huge figure turned back.

The dark smoke seemed to be his thick beard, and his eyes were reminiscent of the black sun mark.

On the head of this giant was an officer's hat.

Apparently, he is the "conductor" of this train.

"This is not the place where passengers should come." The smoke billowing voice warned Sean's group.

"We are not passengers," Sean unleashed the majesty of the Indestructible God King, allowing his own power to compete with the opponent, "We are here to stop this train."

Seemingly surprised by the intruder's daring, the conductor turned around: "Mortal, do you know where the destination of this train is?"

Sean shrugged: "Walking through the depths of the world, naturally I won't go to a place with pleasant scenery."

"Of course she should travel here - the destination of this train is to 'close to death' indefinitely!" The conductor seemed to be in darkness, "Death is her name, and she is my Lord's treasure!"

"Who is your master?" After possessing the spiritual realm and his own beliefs, Sean will hardly be affected by this level of deterrence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why does he "collect" this kind of thing? "

If you look at it from the outside at this time, you can see a huge locomotive like a black church, pulling the almost invisible car, driving on the track that bulges out of the ground.

And outside this train, there is a sea called Huangquan with a tragic mist, a mountain of suffering stared at by the angel of death, a rushing blood waterfall, and a howling Yiyuan...

This place is closer to the depths than the "undercurrent street".

Inside the locomotive, there was an inhuman smile on the huge face of the conductor.

"Mortal, you are always curious...

"But you forgot,

"Curiosity has never been a virtue."

Black smoke flows over him

On the wall, those black metal skeletons began to break free...