A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Kenmei Isayama leaned forward, grabbed the passenger seat, and said anxiously.

"Quick! Quick! Turn around!"

"OK?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Mingming quickly realized what was going on, but she turned the steering wheel to prepare for a drift version of a quick U-turn.

But suddenly a dazzling light appeared in front of her, and after Mingming could see it clearly, she was dumbfounded.

Why would a train appear inside a car tunnel?

Literally, a steam train that looks like it's from the Middle Ages, with its engine making a whooshing sound, and its massive mechanical body basically taking up all four lanes of the tunnel, is rushing straight toward Kenmei Isayama and Meimei's Maybach.

Even if a Maybach is incredibly sturdy, can it really withstand the impact of a train?

I have something to do tonight, I need to take a day off, and the salary is only 2600.

Chapter 146 Ghost Train

At this critical moment, a violent, slightly whitish-blue magical power erupted from the black Maybach's cabin, spreading outwards at an incredibly fast speed, almost invisible to the naked eye, like radiation.

In less than a second, whether it was the steam train that inexplicably appeared out of nowhere and was traveling in the opposite direction from the other end of the tunnel, or the surrounding tunnels that suddenly seemed to have been transported to an icy world, completely frozen solid.

Moreover, if you look from outside the car, you can see a black nun with her hands clasped together and eight huge, pure wings spread out in mid-air above the Maybach in the tunnel.

Her eyes were covered by a white cloth, making her look like an ice saint praying with her head bowed, before she completely disappeared into the air.

The temperature inside the tunnel dropped instantly from around 30 degrees Celsius to below minus ten degrees Celsius. The asphalt on the ceiling and floor was covered with hard ice crystals, and the frozen ocean looked exceptionally beautiful.

"Winter - Ice Age"

The Maybach was the only one in the area where only the tires were covered in frost. All of this coldness came from Kenmei Isayama. When he opened his mouth to breathe, the air he exhaled was frozen white by the low temperature.

Everything happened in an instant. When she realized that all the abnormalities originated from Kenmei Isayama in the back row, Mingming was completely stunned.

She slumped in her chair. Although she was a "beating" sorcerer who had undergone rigorous physical training, her body, which had been tempered by countless trials, was still wearing a heavy, high-level sorcery-specific long-sleeved shirt. Even in this low temperature, she could feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Are you alright, Sister Ming?"

Mingming shook his head

"I am fine."

She placed her hands on the steering wheel and looked at the snow-covered landscape before her, wondering for the first time if she was falling behind.

"Are all new recruits these days so terrifying?"

According to the assessment of the higher-ups of the Spellcaster Association, as long as Gojo Satoru and Natsume Yuki don't die prematurely, they will definitely grow into top-level spellcasters.

Right now, right before her eyes, she also felt that this "rising star" Kenmei Isayama would have the same qualifications as her two junior classmates to become a top-level sorcerer.

This masterful ice-based spell, in terms of both destructive power and control, is astonishing, far surpassing even seasoned spellcasters who have immersed themselves in this art. However, she could not have imagined that Kenmei Isayama could produce such a terrifying spell effect solely by relying on a cursed spirit that wields the power of [Winter].

"I'll go down and take a look."

With a burst of energy, he opened the car door, which was frozen shut by frost, and stepped out. After all, this was too eerie; how could a train possibly appear when this was supposed to be a high-speed tunnel on a mountain road?

"Sizzle."

The ice was much thicker than I had imagined. My boots felt like they were walking on hard concrete, and the outside temperature was even lower than the temperature inside the car.

Just to be on the safe side, Mingming also took out his two-handed axe from the trunk, reassembled it, and held it in his hand as a warning.

The Ice Age spell's effect covered an area within a 500-meter radius, but it still wasn't the end of the tunnel.

From the moment he entered the tunnel, Kenmei Isayama felt something was wrong. The lights and equipment around him were unusually old, and there wasn't a single car in sight halfway through the tunnel.

Kenmei Isayama also opened the car door and got out. To be honest, even as the caster, he couldn't stand the chill and had to use his spiritual energy to isolate himself from it.

"What is this."

He came to the side of the underworld and looked at the coal-fired steam train with a medieval style that was frozen in the ice. It was black and very retro, and being frozen, it also looked like an ice sculpture.

"K-2567A".

Because these were all covered with Xiao Ai's curse power, Isayama Kenmei, as the host, could easily see the entire carriage through the thick layer of ice, and even the serial numbers on it were clearly visible.

The string of numbers seemed to possess an incredible power, compelling Kenmei Isayama to read it aloud unconsciously.

But when he heard the series of numbers coming out of Kenmei Isayama's mouth...

"K-2567A?"

After repeating it once, Mingming suddenly realized something and his expression changed drastically.

"

"Oh no, this is the July train that has already caused the disappearance of two level-two sorcerers and one level-one sorcerer."

Moreover, the fact that Mingming's expression changed indicates that things are far more complicated than they seem.

Sometimes a curse doesn't erupt without warning, but rather because the underlying conditions for its occurrence have been triggered.

There are countless conditions that can trigger a curse, and its spread through various media is the most difficult to prevent.

"Please remember to watch what you say."

The last thing this first-level sorcerer said to the Sorcerer's Guild before disappearing, while exploring the July Train alone, was...

"Never reveal the train's serial number."

Here, Kenmei Isayama subconsciously triggered the conditions for the curse to erupt, suffering from his "lack of education," making it impossible to defend against.

Mingming also mentioned the train's serial number, indicating that the two of them had simultaneously triggered this unknown curse.

“We are cursed, and the medium of the curse is the July train serial number that we utter.”

Mingming succinctly explained the current situation.

"what?"

Kenmei Isayama was stunned that a curse could be used in this way, but now was not the time to regret it. He immediately gathered a large amount of spiritual energy to cover his body and guard against possible attacks.

"Bah."

In the quiet tunnel, even the slightest sound would become incredibly loud, especially reaching the ears of Kenmei Isayama and Meimei, where it would become extremely jarring.

"Above?"

However, the ice crystals above were merely the effect of Kenmei Isayama's spell, and there was no change at all.

At first, it was just a small sound, but when they heard a second cracking sound, Kenmei Isayama and Meimei turned around without hesitation and headed straight for the tunnel they had driven in through.

At first they were unsure, but the second sound confirmed that some unknown change was taking place.

If you remain in the same place like some characters in movies and wait for things to get worse, you're simply sitting and waiting to die.

Isayama Kenmei and Mingming wouldn't make such a basic mistake; the correct judgment would have been to turn around and run away as soon as they sensed something was wrong.

Both sides were skilled in physical combat, and their full-speed sprint was comparable to the starting motion of a gasoline-powered car, yet even so...

The road ahead was exactly the same as the tunnel covered by Kenmei Isayama earlier, still a dungeon covered in ice and snow.

"Fifteen kilometers."

Mingming ran and ran until he stopped, because running was meaningless.

"I calculated that at our speed, we just ran about fifteen kilometers."

The tunnel is only eight kilometers long. Isayama Kenmei and his group started running from the middle of the tunnel, which means they ran back and forth about three times, but they still hadn't gotten out of the tunnel.

There's no point in continuing to run.

This place is like a maze, restricting the movement routes of Kenmei Isayama and Meimei.

"No, Sister Ming."

Kenmei Isayama pointed to the intersection that suddenly appeared not far away and asked...

Was there a road over there when we came?

"It seems not."

Mingming, carrying a double-handed axe, agreed, saying that since they couldn't get out anyway, they might as well go and take a look instead of staying here.

"Go over and take a look?"

"I'll go in first."

That so-called road was actually just a fork in the road, a closed iron gate.

The lock on the door was grasped by Mingming and pulled back, and the finger-thick chain was cleanly and decisively torn off.

She looked at Kenmei Isayama.

"Should I go in first?"

To be honest, watching Mingming effortlessly hoist a heavy two-handed axe onto her shoulder, combined with her dignified and elegant demeanor, was quite a sight.

He showed Kenmei Isayama a kind of fragmented beauty that could be described as "Lin Daiyu uprooting a willow tree," and then he gave up his position.

You really should take a picture of Uncle Ishihara. Look at you, you old dog, and that young girl isn't even tired holding an axe twice the size of your broken hammer.

"please."

Inside the door was pitch black, and the space in front of them was completely obscured. After Mingming went in, Isayama Kenmei followed her in as well.

The scenery inside was surprisingly

It was a filthy-looking staircase that went upwards.

Isayama Kenmei and Mingming are similar to being underground, and above is also unclear but full of light.

Mingming looked up to signal whether Isayama Kenmei should go up, and he nodded.

Now that we've come this far, going back into the tunnel would just be a long, drawn-out maze. Going up might be the way to escape this eerie place.

"Let's go up together."

Kenmei Isayama, finding nothing unusual, then suggested...

Finally, the two reached the light, and when they stepped onto the last step and returned to the ground.

The world before my eyes seemed to have regressed fifty years, to the scene of the last century.

"Is this the platform?"