Chapter 41: Sword Shield
Su Huan directly pocketed the General Energy Crystal.
At a time like this, concentrating resources on one person was more effective than scattering them.
“There will be more zombies for you to extract later, but first get the river crab out. We might have a river crab feast tonight.” Su Huan sniffed the distinctive fishy smell of river crab in the air.
Wan Xing picked out the complete tender meat from the crab claws and placed it on the nearby surface, nodding. “About right. This crab has been processed for a while.”
Turning his head, Liang Kuan had already put on a work jacket and tactical boots, taking a Shield down from the wall.
Su Huan pinched his chin. “I suggest you find the most comfortable weapon. This could very well influence your future skills and profession.”
Defenders were different from other Evolvers; a large portion of their skills were weapon specialization types.
For example, a Defender with a “Firepower Specialist” talent—if you made him play with cold weapons every day, it would be a wonder if he could evolve.
In his previous life, Liang Kuan had made his name with a short stick, fierce and ferocious.
Liang Kuan weighed the Shield in his hand but didn’t put it down. Then he selected a handy extendable baton from the wall.
He swung it twice through the air, producing a whistle of impressive momentum.
“This will do.” Liang Kuan’s tone carried a hint of regret.
“You want a firearm?”
“No, I don’t know how to use them.”
“Then if you need any cold weapon, you can tell Yu Jing later. Let her design it, and have Xiao Ba make it for you.” Su Huan put on an ice silk jacket for himself.
Liang Kuan touched the edges of the Shield. “I just feel like this thing is handy, but it would be great if the edges were a bit sharper.”
Su Huan raised an eyebrow. “Sword Shield?”
……
One hour later.
Over a dozen zombies pounded on the iron door of Carriage 2 with banging noises, but aside from leaving a few bloody handprints, it had no effect.
Suddenly, the iron-black gate opened inward.
The zombies, which had been somewhat scattered, immediately perked up with interest and surged forward, trying to climb onto the train.
“Bang!”
A massive tactical boot kicked out.
The zombie at the front had its head directly kicked off and tumbled backward.
A one-meter-long metal shield smashed down with a terrifying whoosh, accompanied by the crisp sound of a watermelon bursting. The three nearest zombies all fell under the train.
A burly figure squeezed out from the carriage. Even through the jacket, one could feel the brick-like muscles and unyielding aura.
His short hair was like steel needles, and his sideburns clung to his cheeks like armor.
He cracked his neck and charged down, hoisting the shield in his hand like a giant axe.
“Bang bang bang—”
A series of dense thumping sounds mixed with the zombies’ whimpering growls.
The young man with fair lips and white teeth walked out, squinting at the sky and sighing. “The weather is really nice today—perfect for getting to work.”
A chilling cold emanated from his body, repelling the over-thirty-degree heat from approaching even an inch.
Although the low temperature wasted energy, the over-thirty-degree heat would greatly impact his reactions and body. Saving that bit of energy at a time like this wasn’t worth it.
Su Huan jumped down from the train, and Xiao Ba’s wheelchair floated up into the air behind him, slowly descending.
Looking toward Liang Kuan in the distance, now surrounded by more and more zombies, Xiao Ba’s eyes showed a trace of worry. “Really no need to help?”
Su Huan glanced at him. “Of course… not. If Old Liang gets taken out, who’s going to drive?”
While the two were talking, Liang Kuan had already charged far ahead, holding off dozens of ordinary zombies by himself.
Though his fighting style was fierce and brutal, zombies didn’t feel pain.
As long as they weren’t crippled in one hit, they would always get back up.
Each zombie weighed at least 130 or 140 pounds. Even with Liang Kuan’s innate superhuman strength, after killing over a dozen, he was starting to run low on stamina.
“Pfft!”
A spike suddenly extended from the metal shield, helping Liang Kuan stab a sneaking zombie.
Sounds came from behind—many zombies left trailing had caught up, and under the train, plenty of shattered ones were still struggling to crawl out.
Su Huan snapped his fingers, drawing Xiao Ba’s attention.
“I’ll handle Liang Kuan’s side. Clean up the zombies behind us, then set up temporary defenses. We’re getting off here today.”
“Mm!” Xiao Ba nodded heavily, his eyes filling with a dense metallic color. In the next instant, the triangular metal strips on the side of the armored train rioted, suddenly extending into over-three-meter metal surfaces.
Like a sabre, directly shredding over a dozen zombies.
Su Huan shook his head and muttered, “Fierce as hell…”
Xiao Ba’s combat power was nearly at Tier 1. Inside the train, with lv1 “Metal Control,” he could easily take on all Tier 1 zombies.
Su Huan walked forward, high-temperature projectiles harvesting the zombies around his feet that couldn’t crawl up due to broken bones.
Ahead, bones snapped and tendons tore, blood splattering.
Here, there was only a faint scorched smell.
When he reached Liang Kuan’s side, he stopped pretending altogether. Without even raising a hand, high-temperature projectiles shot out from his exposed skin in all directions.
Ordinary zombies fell in droves, easily harvested by him.
His current General Energy Conversion efficiency was 20%, meaning the same high-temperature projectiles used half the energy.
Plus, he’d been absorbing General Energy Crystals lately, so his body’s energy had grown substantially.
More than enough to kill all these zombies.
Liang Kuan stood firm with his shield, watching the zombies around him fall like wheat, a trace of awe flashing in his eyes.
“Any feelings from the fight just now?”
Su Huan asked casually.
Liang Kuan hesitated for a moment. “Felt great, but not great enough.”
Su Huan raised an eyebrow. “Then I’ll find you some even greater opponents. Let’s go.”
Liang Kuan hurried to follow.
The two walked forward along the railway track.
Earlier, Yu Yue had judged there was a train 500 meters ahead.
The acceleration and braking just now had used at least 300 meters, so that train should be nearby.
They needed to move it out of the way ahead of time, or it would block the armored train.
Rounding a big bend, they indeed saw the train ahead.
The surroundings were littered with scattered miscellaneous items and corpses, many gnawed to bits with no chance even to turn into zombies.
Scattered zombies surged forward.
Su Huan patted Liang Kuan’s bloodstained shoulder, producing a sticky squelch, a double-entendre smirk on his face. “Go have some fun.”
Liang Kuan’s face twitched, and he charged forward with the great shield.
Su Huan followed behind, leisurely observing the details everywhere.
Occasionally firing a high-temperature projectile to relieve the other’s crisis.
This made Liang Kuan fight more and more smoothly. He simply abandoned the shield’s defensive function, using it directly as a great axe, while Su Huan split off part of his mind to cover any gaps.
The two directly killed their way to the side of the train.
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