Chapter 145: Evolvers’ Battle
“No, I’m not optimistic about this train.”
The middle-aged man rubbed his temples with some headache. The woman now had a deep resistance toward him, and anything he said would trigger her instinctive counterattack.
“Don’t you think evolution is amazing? When a bullet or a cannonball is developed, its power is already fixed. Although there might be slight differences, the same model will never vary greatly.”
Wang Yi was somewhat impatient. “If you want to preach, then shut your mouth.”
The middle-aged man stood up and walked to the window side, speaking to himself, “When they are transported to the battlefield, no matter how they are used, their effects are the same. But evolution is different. It’s the power held in the hands of every evolver, which can change with personal will. Just like earlier, a few Tier 1 evolvers actually intercepted a cannonball.”
“Although they relied on the train and those fixed, unchanging dead things, eventually one day, they will evolve to higher tiers, surpassing those things with fixed power. That kind of uplifting, vigorous, ever-flowing vitality is truly likable.”
Wang Yi rarely fell silent for a moment. She understood the meaning contained in the other party’s words.
The more people lack something, the more they care about it.
And for people like them who had already amassed enormous wealth and status in their fifties, what they craved most was this vigorous vitality.
Luxurious material pleasures made them more sensitive to the aging of their own bodies.
Subtle changes in taste, muscles gradually stiffening and losing softness, depleted energy…
That feeling was like having a messenger of the Grim Reaper standing by her bedside every day, recording the time she spent, then taking something from her bit by bit.
The passage of lifespan isn’t frightening; what’s frightening is gradually losing perception of the world.
So in the face of evolution, these people who “know their destiny” were instead more excited and more mad.
“But there will be a second one, a third one, and even more.”
Wang Yi slightly raised her chin and said coldly and gracefully.
……
“There’s actually an anti-tank cannon!”
“Why didn’t you bring out such a good thing earlier?”
“Director Li, if you had said you had this, we wouldn’t have been so anxious…”
“Yeah…”
Li Wangchuan listened to the directors behind him who only knew how to whine and had no brains at all, his heart already extremely irritated.
When he saw the first cannonball being intercepted, he had a bad premonition.
Many things don’t suddenly collapse from that node. Just like a hastily concluded novel, the real foreshadowing was buried early on.
But he couldn’t afford to lose!
For Wang Yi, the Steel Council was just a legacy left by her father, not her everything. But for Li Wangchuan, the Steel Council and the New City Plan were everything to him, to their Li Family. Anyone could lose, but not him!
Looking at the armored train in the distance with blazing firelight, Li Wangchuan silently traced the source of his unease in his heart.
……
Metal and gunpowder were still the main melody of the night, but the thunderfire of evolution was also very dazzling.
Just like Li Wangchuan’s unease, the armored train withstood the next two cannonballs, then that dazzling thunderfire once again took over the battlefield within a hundred meters.
The results of Su Huan’s nonstop absorption of general energy crystals day and night finally showed at this moment.
lv4 “General Energy Conversion” directly raised energy conversion efficiency to 40%, combined with lv3 “Energy Shaping” and lv3 “General Energy Perception.” The “Static Swamp” originally used for scouting was forcibly turned into an electrical grid by him, making everywhere it reached a forbidden zone.
It hardly required any technique—just sheer volume, plenty to go around!
And Lin Jin’s flames followed Su Huan’s lightning, madly sweeping over those invaders.
However, he didn’t have Su Huan’s extravagant energy reserves and couldn’t sustain burning over a large area. He could only use instantaneous high temperature for killing, aiming to injure rather than charring them into charred corpses like before.
The metal armor in front of the cockpit peeled off layer by layer. The original glass had long shattered all over the ground, turning into a transparent panoramic sunroof.
Liang Kuan in the driver’s seat remained unmoved, holding the shield in one hand and steadily manipulating the train with the other.
He Jie looked at Xiao Ba beside him, who had hard-blocked three 85-caliber cannonballs and now appeared somewhat wilted from excessive energy consumption, completely shocked to the point of losing facial expression control.
Why were they both manipulators, yet the one in his team so weak?
Not to mention anything else, just this ability to hard-block 85 caliber— a million-level zombie tide…
Seemed not impossible either…
“Bang!” A muffled sound interrupted He Jie’s fantasies.
The projectile was electromagnetically accelerated to nearly 5 Mach speed, tearing through the night with bluish electric light, piercing toward the direction of the cannon.
It didn’t know what it detonated, causing a bright secondary explosion.
“Two more kills!”
Su Huan chuckled lightly, lifted the City Breaker sniper rifle in his hand, stepped one foot on the control panel, grabbed the top edge of the car window with one hand, and flipped onto the front of the train.
Before he could steady himself, a barrage of bullets swept over.
Suddenly, the air in front twisted, acid rain evaporated, high temperature hit his face, and an invisible flame instantly melted the bullet heads into molten iron, flinging them aside to sizzle on the front armor.
Old San, the manipulator of the iron rain, immediately retaliated viciously at the firing position.
14.5 armor-piercing rounds could teach everyone what silence is.
Su Huan lowered his eyelids and saw Lin Jin standing on the control panel, gasping for breath. One arm with burns clung to the edge of the car window, the wound bubbling finely from the acid rain stimulation.
The other hand gripped the car frame, struggling to climb up.
Su Huan’s voice was like grinding gravel, carrying faint inexplicable emotion.
“You’ll die.”
“No, I still need to go see my sister.”
“Can’t stand you.”
Lin Jin stared blankly at the extended hand in front of him, looking up at the train conductor standing on the carriage. Those narrow eyes were illuminated snow-bright by the headlights of the mining engineering vehicles flanking the train.
Like wolf eyes in a snowy night, fierce and clear.
“Pa!”
Two hands clasped together.
Su Huan yanked Lin Jin up.
He Jie didn’t know when he had also climbed onto the roof. Acid rain washed down along his brow bone’s sharp edges, converging into a stream at his jaw, soaking his black tank top. He looked gravely at the scene before him. “There are quite a few people.”
Su Huan didn’t need to look to sense those dozens of killing intents piercing the rain curtain, scattered in the darkness between the engineering vehicles.
All evolvers, and many Tier 1.
But none carried guns—probably because Xiao Ba’s lesson was too painful.
“Pa!”
He snapped his tongue.
Su Huan grinned, his clear and loud voice overpowering the engine, booming in all directions. “He Jie says he’s going to tie your baskets into bow ties!”
After speaking, he patted Lin Jin’s shoulder and chuckled lightly. “Then you two guard here with him.”
With that, under the two’s dumbfounded gazes, he hugged the sniper rifle and jumped straight off the train.
Sensing dozens of killing intents shooting toward him, He Jie cursed inwardly. He knew Su Huan, that dog, had no good intentions!
“Pa pa pa—”
Sniper shots came again!
He Jie hugged his head and scurried while counterattacking.
And Su Huan, who had just been under the headlights, swayed a few times and darted into the shadows.
No trace of jest in his eyes, only cold killing intent.
There were four Tier 1 evolvers on the train total. Qu Hang was still severely injured, He Jie lightly injured, Lin Jin and near-Tier 1 Xiao Ba had cooperated to intercept three cannonballs and were now in weakness. Even using general energy crystals wouldn’t last long.
Filling the large pit with abilities was impossible.
There were about three hundred meters to the large pit ahead. Though the train moved slowly, it wouldn’t take two minutes to cover those three hundred meters.
That meant he only had two minutes to fill a five-meter-deep pit.
These mining engineering vehicles before him, each weighing hundreds of tons, were perfect for filling pits.
Su Huan cracked his neck, aimed the sniper rifle in his hand directly to the right, and pulled the trigger without a second thought.
“Bang!”
Electric arcs flashed across, water mist exploded.
But on the spot, there was only a spreading circle of water mist.
He actually missed.
Su Huan raised his brow in surprise and saw a woman clinging to the side of an engineering vehicle like a spider, on all fours.
In one glance, Su Huan judged the other party’s profession.
Though the posture was strange, all limbs intact, no bizarre proliferating flesh and blood—clearly not a flesh-path manufacturer, but Defender Realm combat skills.
While Su Huan was momentarily stunned, a gust of dark wind suddenly drilled from behind.
But under Su Huan’s “General Energy Perception” covering twenty meters around, it was as obvious as a lightbulb.
“Sizzle—”
A carbon fiber composite long saber slashed into the ground.
The asphalt pavement instantly cracked open a seam.
The lean soldier holding the saber didn’t hesitate, sheathed it and rolled forward, quickly turned around, then looked up warily at Su Huan perched vertically on the cement pillar.
Su Huan had no intention of attacking him, instead turning his gaze to several other directions.
A soldier in combat suit, holding Night Demon Claws, with a fierce aura, walked over stepping in the ground’s pooled water.
And another with a composite bow, circling outside, hesitating to strike.
But what concerned Su Huan most was a tall figure holding a rubber short stick, wearing the same combat uniform as ordinary soldiers, but with a black raincoat over it.
In the dim light, Su Huan clearly saw the cold, stern face under the brim, eyes brimming with killing intent at its limit.
Steel Council later period, one of the left and right arms alongside He Jie, Tier 3 Defender, “Master of Combat” Zhong Cheng!
Counting the ones ahead, five Defenders total.
Three Tier 1, two near-Tier 1.
“I thought you would go after He Jie first.”
“Kill you, then settle accounts with that traitor.”
Zhong Cheng’s eyes showed no wavering killing intent, stepping steadily toward Su Huan one step at a time.
For Defenders, battle is no different from ancient martial artists.
Qi, energy, and spirit raised to the peak, fighting for that instant of life and death!
