Armed Train in the Apocalypse

But what Su Huan is considering now is naturally not the affairs of the next generation.

He is thinking, if he encounters that pale demon again, what means or place could trap them?

Then let himself methodically wear the opponent down to death.

It’s temporarily impossible to advance to Tier Five, the two key skills of his primary profession ”Eternal Motion Mechanism”, ”Entropy Dominator” and ”Threshold Annihilation”, have not evolved, and he doesn’t know what kind of environment can promote genetic evolution.

Tier Three already required touching ”Fusion”, and he doesn’t think there’s a place in the world with more intense energy than a nuclear explosion.

In other environments, only some unnecessary small skills would be generated. Without genetic collapse, he doesn’t have the ability to arbitrarily destroy genetic skills.

The ”Fighting Master” lacks rules and cannot be broken through in a short period.

The only combat power he can maintain daily growth in now is the energy in his body and the train beneath his feet.

Not to mention the fifth phase of the Armed Train’s modification has no signs yet, even if completed, he doesn’t think the train is qualified to interfere in Tier Four battles.

’Perhaps there’s still one more...’

Su Huan’s gaze falls on the demon mark on his right hand.

This thing burns him constantly, reminding him of the existence of pale demons around, urging him to devour.

Although peculiar, the increase in life force is real.

This is part of his growth, energy, and life force.

And his combat methods are very singular, or should I say, have always been singular. The energy manipulation skills from his previous life have long been exhausted, and skills like [Thunderstorm] and [Thunder Induction] can no longer keep up with his rate of advancement.

Much of his current combat doesn’t rely on skills, but rather on the ”passives” brought by the hierarchy of life and rule concepts.

The most potent method is none other than the [Energy] rule, the various means attached to it granting him ghost-like capabilities.

Its essence is simply overwhelming power.

Against those of lower tier than him, whether or not he uses skills makes no difference, a snap of a finger resolves it, but for those a snap can’t resolve, Su Huan finds it troublesome.

Like that Tier Four-like pale demon, though he can blow up the opponent’s physical body, he can’t erase them solely by energy.

As for the methods of the Fighting Master, they are even less effective due to the fundamental disparity.

Counting it all, there’s only one method left.

The special domain condensed from dual professions — [Court of All Things].

This ability not only expands the domain for self-enhancement, but when drawing inward, also forms a special space with a ”seal” effect. He previously used this ability to seal some weaker pale demons within himself.

”Perhaps... I can research this further.”

Just as Su Huan was researching the domain, a turning point arrived in the battle between the United Army and the pale demons. The elite squad led by Huayang abandoned the defense line and plunged into the heart of the pale demons, brutally stabbing them in the back. Because of their dereliction of duty, other squads were forced to leave the defense line, instantly reversing the offensive and defensive situation of the entire battlefield.

This unexpected counterattack indeed thwarted the pale demons’ offensive, and a few spies were unable to do anything. Moreover, with elite squads of the United Army scattered throughout the wasteland, the pale demons were even more incapable of large-scale infiltration.

The most infuriated was He Jie, who wanted to gather the pale demons into a few more waves, but Huayang completely disrupted his plans.

Even though he worked hard to maneuver, he still couldn’t change the rhythm of the entire battlefield.

The United Army advanced across the line, and the elite squads of Huayang and the Armed Corps pierced repeatedly into the battlefield like daggers, inadvertently disrupting the rear forces of the pale demons. When a batch of nuclear warheads was carried back to the train, He Jie broke into a cold sweat.

Even though these things were tightly secured by encryption, who knows if those freaks had some bizarre way to trigger them.

Thinking back on it, He Jie felt a chill of fear.

...

The fierce wind, carrying snow pellets, battered against the grey-green trench coat, turning the exhaled breath on his beard, cheeks, and even eyebrows into frost.

Ten days of brutal fighting had ground a young master into a rough, coarse man.

They were already near the border of Donghuang, and the temperature had returned to a terrifying minus sixty to seventy degrees. Ordinary soldiers couldn’t even survive in such an environment, let alone fight. Only the evolver soldiers could grit their teeth and keep up with him.

Huayang took out binoculars from his chest; the perceiver in their squad had just died again in the gunfight. Now they relied entirely on an evolver from the Northern Alliance, but that person’s perception leaned toward hearing, and in this howling wind, was less reliable than his binoculars.

He squinted forward until he saw ghost-like figures emerging in the snowstorm. Not only did he not feel fear, but he was overwhelmingly delighted, ”They’re just ahead. Give it your all. If we take down this scum, everyone will have hot soup and food when we return!”

But, there were few responses. Even the Mao Bear soldiers were now shivering from the cold, with frost hanging from their hair and their cheeks red.

Huayang roared, ”Vodka, unlimited Vodka!”

”Roar!”

Upon hearing Vodka, the crowd finally responded with a roar of approval.

A stray bullet flew past his ear, tearing off his frostbitten right ear. Huayang, far from being afraid, shouted curses and charged straight ahead.

He squeezed the trigger on his rifle for a long while, with no bullets coming out. Looking down, he saw the rifle was already frozen solid.

An enemy with eyes burning with pale flames was already closing in. Huayang, swearing profusely, drew the entrenchment tool from his waist and chopped fiercely at the opponent’s neck. The clang resounded like chopping frozen firewood, and the tool got stuck.

Huayang kicked the person over and relentlessly smashed down hard on the tool until the spine broke.

As long as the cervical spine was broken, the pale demon could no longer use this body and had to drill out of the puppet.

But the moment it appeared, Huayang’s vibration dispersed them.

The genetic warriors behind him yelled about Vodka as they opened fire.

After Yu Jing’s genetic transformation potion, the marksmanship of these ordinary people surpassed even Tier One evolvers like Huayang. As long as they could fire, the accuracy rate was nearly ninety percent.

The small-scale skirmish quickly ended with the squad’s victory.

Unfortunately, the spoils were only a few rifles and bullets. Distributing the usable weapons to the genetic warriors, Huayang continued leading his men forward. After taking out two small groups of pale demons, they regrouped with teammates and retreated.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t fight anymore, but that the heat was depleting too fast. If they kept going without encountering pale demons, they would be frozen to death in the snowstorm themselves.

Returning just to the temporary base, a large makeshift snow cave, Wen Biao came running over with a solemn face, ”The train has sent someone.”

Huayang wiped the frost off his forehead, exclaimed with surprise, ”Reinforcements?”

Wen Biao turned his head awkwardly, ”You better see for yourself...”

A host of grey-green figures came into Huayang’s view, the leading robust figure having appeared in Huayang’s nightmares countless times.

Then the Mao Bear soldiers of the Northern Alliance discovered that the ferocious officer who waved a shovel and charged at the front line began trembling and smiling ingratiatingly.

”Colonel He Jie, what brings you here?”

He Jie, with a fierce grin, tossed his stuff to Wen Biao on the side, stepped forward, and gave a hearty bear hug, ”I came to hand out commendations!”

Wen Biao heard the rubbing sound of rib cage friction inside Huayang’s body, and the beast on his scalp shivered three times.

He Jie indeed came to commend Huayang. In twelve days, leading twenty genetic warriors, they fought from the fringe of the battlefield to almost the center, capturing over a hundred nuclear warheads. Although the battle had the cooperation of Mongou, Qu Hang, and others, and he was above cleaning up, Huayang’s achievements were impressive enough.

He couldn’t help but have to acknowledge it.

After some idle chatter, they got down to business, He Jie looked serious, ”Tomorrow is the final assault, how about you take charge of the left wing vanguard? As long as you survive, I’ll directly credit you with enough merit for a lieutenant rank, and once you promote to Tier Two, you’ll have a captaincy!”

[Chapter 475 revised slightly, refresh to see the changes]