Armed Train in the Apocalypse

"Are you asking for my loyalty?"

A voice, elegant and majestic, permeated through the layers of space and enveloped Su Huan.

Pale flames ignited in the vast space, and countless pale demons simultaneously turned their heads. Even the towering figures before the throne cast their gazes upon him, causing the very space to seem stagnant. The energy rules here were chaotic, suppressed by a larger, more primordial rule.

The king lowered his eyes, and everything followed his shadow.

"Hiss..."

The sound was as deep as the twang of a snapped string.

Su Huan slowly lifted his eyes, the ink-colored pool in his pupils began to swirl. His mouth still held a smile, but the curve had changed, no longer a graceful lift, but a certain kind of offended pleasure, an audacious grin.

A low, grinding laughter from deep within his chest rippled with pale waves.

Although he couldn’t feel the energy core beating in his chest, as the luminescent white energy patterns illuminated one after another, energy swarmed in, covering this colorless space with a layer of resplendent azure. The black on his earring faded away quietly, turning to striking gold and silver, his wild hair stood on end, and a small crystal stone danced wildly in the energy torrent.

The pale flames began to retreat step by step with the laughter, a hundred paces, a thousand paces, ten thousand paces!

The surrounding pale demons also began to retreat.

Yet, in this vast space, this scope was still too small, narrow, and so out of place.

Su Huan finally saw the figure on the throne, with eight horns on its head and surrounded by pale flames. The body was not particularly large, but sitting there, it seemed like the pillar of heaven and earth, with only a void for its face.

"I understand now."

The majestic voice held a trace of regret.

Seeing this fellow sitting steadily on the throne, an inexplicable hostility rose from the depths of Su Huan’s heart, steaming out of every pore, twisting his handsome features into a breathtaking, violent beauty.

The skills within his genes meshed together like gears, and the surging energy finally found a larger outlet for release.

The primary profession that was one step away, the "Energy-Devouring Engine," instantly stepped forward, and the energy torrent rushed out with the roar of mountains and seas. The originally meticulous azure finally displayed its ferocity, like a tide of tigers and wolves, swallowing the unreactive pale demons around, extinguishing the flames, leaving only a sea of raging azure.

This was the true "Energy Tide"!

But compared to this space, the energy capable of easily destroying the Four Nations was still too small.

With a regretful sigh, the pale flames madly counterattacked, instantly compressing the azure to a radius of three meters around Su Huan. The dense energy truly liquefied, roaring angrily around Su Huan and engaging in fierce combat with the flames.

No matter how turbulent the surrounding torrents were, the pair of blue and black eyes always remained fixed on the figure on the throne.

Until it completely dissipated.

Yet, a low voice filled with boundless hostility still lingered in this space.

"Get down here!"

The boiling pale flames finally stopped, like bubbles frozen in ice.

The figure seated calmly on the throne appeared slightly puzzled, "Has this world already given birth to a pillar?"

"He possesses the power of time."

A voice declared with certainty.

"Unexpectedly encountered another primary world."

The figure on the throne expressed with some emotion.

...

The dining car of the Armed Train looked as if it had been through a storm, with Hua Zonglin and Ge Mian huddled in the corner in shock, while Lord Lian stood far away, frowning at Su Huan.

Seeing the latter slowly open his eyes, he finally let out a breath, "What madness is this suddenly?"

Returning to his senses, Su Huan glanced at his palm, but in truth, his mind had already delved into the Inner Vision space, where energy rule chains crisscrossed, and nothing else could be found. Everything that had just occurred seemed like his own illusion.

But there was one thing that was undeniably real.

He had entered Tier Four.

It wasn’t his combat strength; it was his life level that had truly stepped into Tier Four.

Aside from the terrifying enhancement of his basic attributes, his genes, which had been on the verge of collapse due to near-death, were completely repaired at this moment. Moreover, he had a premonition that even if he pushed himself to the brink of death again, his genes would not collapse.

As if transitioning from a liquid to a solid state, the stability of his genes had undergone a qualitative leap, and correspondingly, his life force had skyrocketed to a state of unprecedented abundance.

This sensation even surpassed the experience of eating a hundred pears consecutively.

Su Huan found it difficult to describe his state; vision, hearing, touch... all his senses felt different, even his understanding of himself was quietly evolving. It was as though, with a mere thought, he could merge into the surrounding energy.

He did just that, and in just an instant, he appeared before Lord Lian, his chest even bumping into the cushion.

Lord Lian watched as Su Huan suddenly appeared in front of him, his pupils shrank into two pinpoints, but his body’s other mechanisms had no response!

This was the terrifying "Fist Overlord" of Tier Three, known for the most acute sense of intuition!

For someone to be in their face without any reaction.

And this speed wasn’t even a skill for Su Huan; it was merely a derivative effect of various abilities. Besides, he could strip away any kind of energy or even convert some energy that didn’t exist in this world.

Even if a nuclear bomb exploded in his face, as long as he willed it, the energy would return to its original state, achieving an effect that seemed to pause time.

In the realm of energy, he was almost like the creator of all things.

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