Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 42 Liang Kuan's Awakening
Su Huan glanced at the streamlined carriage, which was predominantly white with light blue gradient stripes. It looked much more futuristic than the wasteland-modified aesthetics of the armed train.

It appears to be a little over 4 meters tall, but each carriage is noticeably longer than the old green ones.

He casually tossed out a few high-temperature bombs, giving Liang Kuan a moment to catch his breath.

In temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius, wielding a shield and fighting is clearly a life-threatening job.

"Is this a tram?" Su Huan asked, tapping the exterior with his fingers.

Liang Kuan wiped the sweat from his beard and gasped for breath, "A hydrogen-powered train, with an aluminum alloy shell, moisture-proof and waterproof!"

After saying that, he raised his shield and slammed it down on the zombie in front of him.

Hydrogen energy —

This was somewhat beyond Su Huan's expectations, but his eyes lit up when he heard about the moisture-proof and waterproof features.

We're going into an acid rain zone, so the whole vehicle needs to be waterproofed and sealed.

Will it be held?

"Yes, I can do a little bit of everything!"

"Without hydrogen fuel, will this car be unable to run?"

Su Huan's leisurely question came from beside him.

Liang Kuan shook his increasingly confused mind, and after a few seconds, he finally found the answer in his memory.

“This vehicle has a kinetic energy recovery design, and its efficiency is…” Liang Kuan swung his shield horizontally, and two zombies fell to the ground. “I’ve heard that its efficiency is between 20% and 40%.”

Liang Kuan walked over and opened the car door, but it seemed to be stuck, with a suitcase lying across it.

Holding a shield in his right hand, he used his left hand to pull open the jammed car door.

Completely unaware that Su Huan behind him had already focused all his attention on him.

The moment the train doors opened, a thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with the sour odor of fermenting rotting flesh filled the nostrils.

A primal shiver ran down his spine.

He tilted his head back slightly.

The sharp claws grazed his Adam's apple, and the razor-sharp air scraped fine beads of blood from his skin.

His pupils suddenly contracted as a night demon was hanging upside down on the narrow roof of the car, its dagger-like claws embedded in the roof lining like steel nails, and its crimson compound eyes under its armpits split into eighteen blood lines in the darkness.

"court death!"

The hairs on the back of Liang Kuan's neck stood on end. His brush with death had completely unleashed his ferocity.

With his strong calves on the pedals, he plunged into the train.

Su Huan, who was standing behind, withdrew his right hand that was hanging in mid-air, raised the corner of his mouth, and got into the car.

He closed the car door behind him.

As soon as he went up, he saw the Night Demon's claws piercing into Liang Kuan's left chest, which startled him.

Just as he was about to step forward, he subconsciously activated his all-encompassing perception and suddenly stopped in his tracks. After thinking for a moment, a cold blue current shot out from the side wall and silently struck the Night Demon's foot.

The Night Demon, whose movements were fluid, suddenly stiffened.

……

Armed train, carriage number 20.

The passengers all got up and quietly gathered their belongings.

Every time they park, they have to be prepared to get out of the car to collect supplies or to make a run for it.

No one leaves their belongings on the train.

It was too stuffy and hot, and there was hardly anyone talking; there were only rustling sounds.

"Su Huan just went out," Scarface said in a low voice, looking at the scene outside.

"It's temporary, but I feel he'll probably go out again."

The old man said carefully.

Because of the sweltering weather, his suit had been soaked with sweat countless times, sticky and tight, and his neat and sharp silver hair was greasy and stuck to his scalp. He no longer looked like the important person he once was, but more like a down-and-out old beggar.

Only in those calm eyes could one sense a hint of extraordinary power.

"Mojiang City should have what he needs, and this trip is our last chance."

"What do you mean?"

The scarred face twitched.

"He already knew about our existence. Do you think he can spare us just because Gao Zhe is dead?" "Sooner or later, even if Su Huan doesn't kill us directly, how many more searches can you survive?"

"We're all regular passengers, you know how quickly new passengers replace old ones on the bus."

The old man's gaze was calm, but his words were blunt, shattering the scarred man's ostrich-like illusion.

Scarface's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water. He glanced at his two henchmen who weren't showing their faces, and gritted his teeth as he asked, "What should we do?"

……

"Boom boom boom——"

It was as if two ferocious beasts had entered the train; their sharp claws and shields, like knives and axes, could tear the interior of the train to pieces.

The excruciating pain in his left shoulder caused blood vessels to appear in Liang Kuan's eyes.

But the flames within his body burned ever hotter, as if they were about to melt him.

He simply tore off his clothes, revealing his bulging arms and muscular physique, with veins bulging like purple snakes coiling around his limbs.

The intense heat inside the car made him feel like he was inside a metal can.

All consciousness was like a can on a flame, with brain matter bubbling and gurgling.

He had long forgotten Su Huan behind him, and even forgot what he had come up here for. He only had one thought in his mind: to tear open this damn can!

"Roar--"

The serrated edge of the shield dug deep into the metal roof of the vehicle, causing the already muscular chest to swell even more, and the shoulders and back to resemble sandbags on a battlefield.

With a loud cracking sound like muscle fibers being torn apart, the entire sheet metal roof was ripped apart by him.

Just as Su Huan's eyelids twitched wildly, the Night Demon's claw pierced his abdomen once more.

"Die to me!"

He bit down with his white teeth to stop the gushing blood, his once gentle face now contorted with rage and madness.

He was like a ferocious beast with its skin peeled off, covered in blood but fighting with increasing ferocity. The edge of his shield scraped against the iron wall of the carriage, leaving a trail of sparks, and he slammed Night Demon into the wreckage of the carriage seat.

The leather and steel frame cracked under immense pressure.

The size 44 foot slammed into Night Demon's chest, and the entire carriage creaked and groaned.

"die!"

He flipped his right shield and slammed it down towards the Night Demon's head!

"boom!"

Thick brain matter gushed outwards along the plane of the shield, and Liang Kuan instantly felt as if countless shards of glass were shattering in his blood vessels.

It's like being in the north in early spring, with the crisp sound of ice and snow cracking everywhere you look.

"It's done."

Su Huan looked at Liang Kuan as he evolved, his eyes revealing joy.

Suddenly, blue electricity burst forth from beneath my feet.

A black shadow beside him froze on the wall.

It was another Tier 1 Night Demon.

Su Huan stepped forward, placed his palm on the Night Demon's head, and with a burst of high-temperature breath, the head was instantly incinerated into ashes.

The Night Demon, having lost its support, collapsed to the ground.

Su Huan looked at his palm and muttered, "Little brat, you really think I can't beat you in a second?"

……

Standing still, Liang Kuan's muscle fibers were tightly twisted like steel cables, and the wound that had been pierced grew together at a visible speed, turning into a tender red scar.

With a clang, the shield fell to the ground.

Once he regained consciousness, Liang Kuan looked down at his body, which had swelled to twice its original size. With the slightest movement, the purplish-red veins under his skin writhed like living snakes.

He raised his hand in a daze, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans.

Looking at the chaotic scene around him and the torn sky above, he still couldn't quite believe that he had done it, despite the lingering memories.

As if remembering something, she subconsciously turned around to look at Su Huan.

He hesitated, "This... I did it?"

Su Huan gave a thumbs up, "He's as fierce as a war god."

(End of this chapter)