"Newcomer, this batch... of Train Conductors?"
In a certain dark corner of the Blood God's Pavilion.
No one would pay attention to this place.
And no one would care about this person.
Li Xiaosheng.
He was lurking within the shadows, looking up at the young man confronting Alfred in the sky above the Blood God's Pavilion.
He wasn't far away, so he could completely hear all the words spoken by Prince Alfred.
This person, this figure, was clearly the vampire Marquis who shared his name and whom he had brought in.
But why...
"We know each other, have I seen him? No, or rather, have we communicated?"
"Who is it, who is it, who is it?"
Li Xiaosheng trembled as he pulled a bead from his pocket.
Because Alfred and Ye Qiyan had initiated a duel, external chatting was already impossible, but checking the Friends List was still completely feasible.
The bead was the medium for the chat room and the Friends List.
He kept scrolling, searching among one name after another.
"No, not him, not this one either, they don't look like this, I've seen them... Who is it? Who is it?!"
Suddenly, his Friends List reached the very bottom.
A name that had blocked him, yet Li Xiaosheng had not deleted it from his own friends list, caused his pupils to sharply contract.
"Ye... Ye... Ye Qiyan!!!"
His body trembled.
That's right.
It must be him!
It couldn't possibly be anyone else!
Ye Qiyan! Why is he so strong!?
Why has his Train level reached fourteen!?
Why why why!!!!?
Li Xiaosheng clenched his fists tightly, an intensely strong feeling of jealousy making him feel as if he had an impulse to immediately rush up and confront the other person!
They were both Train Conductors who entered the Wasteland at the same time, so how could Ye Qiyan grow so fast!
Clearly, he, Li Xiaosheng, was the protagonist of this world!
Talent! It must be talent!!
If he didn't have this damned [Resource Radar], if he had just any other more powerful talent! Then it should be him, Li Xiaosheng, standing there right now.
Jealousy drives people mad.
But, who would care?
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Alfred was very strong. Even Red Tears, who had received the empowerment of Defiance, still couldn't inflict fatal damage on him in their one-on-one fight.
Those endless methods were the power accumulated over a long period by a Level 52 Train Conductor.
His familiars were the same, each possessing strength not inferior to ordinary Endless Mechs.
So Ye Qiyan dispatched the Raven demon and Gluttony.
Even The Hunt and Eve were summoned by Ye Qiyan, activating Overdrive, each facing several Level 12 Thorn familiars as opponents.
This was the first time Ye Qiyan felt the formidable power of a truly top-tier Train Conductor.
On the Blood God's second heart.
Alfred elegantly wiped the bloodstains from his rapier.
He looked around, finally settling his gaze on Ye Qiyan, his eyes even holding a trace of appreciation.
"Truly astonishing."
"Your attendants are excellent. The Death Omen among the demons has also grown to such a level in this short time."
"And this Protective Barrier that can block my attacks, it actually even carries the aura of those Golden Tribe members."
"Unfortunately, if I gave you three more years, I would absolutely not be your match. However, Lord Altos, you've come too early, and what you face is also too early."
He wasn't wrong. Ye Qiyan had come too early. What he faced, what he experienced, where was any of it like what an ordinary Train Conductor could experience?
Beside Ye Qiyan, Red Tears silently stayed there without continuing the attack.
He stroked the demon girl's twin horns, raising his eyes to look at the broken Throne playing its somber movement.
The black-haired young man calmly took the demon girl's hand.
The evil radiance of Defiance connected him with Red Tears.
"Senior, don't speak too soon."
The Aria being played surged back towards a passionate, lively rhythm.
Giant bat wings unfurled from Alfred's back.
"Preparing to use your trump card?"
"Is it that dragon that destroys everything, or the cleansing light mixed with the power of judgment?"
"I can confirm, they would kill every vampire in this entire Blood God's Pavilion, but I will not die."
"Because I am Alfred, the Vampire Prince. After they die, I will take your head to mourn them."
Proud, confident, and powerful, elegant.
Alfred entered an even more powerful form to receive what he believed to be Ye Qiyan's trump card.
Ye Qiyan was indeed going to use a trump card.
But it wasn't The Hunt's Transcend Warhead or the Pure Cleansing Stone.
[Ah—]
Who is chanting? Who is singing?
Upon the Inverted Cross, the Crown representing the Demon King slowly descended.
Alfred frowned.
He recognized this Crown, and had personally seen it before. The previous holder of the Demon Card had once donned the Crown, falling into corruption as the Demon King, until completely insane, completely having his Self devoured by that Card Sequence named Corruption.
Was he going to do the same?
No...
It's different.
A sliver of premonition arose in Alfred's heart.
What the human young man before him intended to do wasn't to become the Demon King, but something else that had never happened before.
He didn't know what would happen, but he was clear that he couldn't let the other continue like this.
Alfred, who had been on the defensive and counterattacking all along, attacked proactively for the first time, but just as he was about to reach Ye Qiyan and Red Tears, he was intercepted by a swarm of flying projectiles.
"Sorry, you can't go past."
Lisette.
Right behind her.
The Second Hand projectiles from the Chrono-Mechanical Armament that had been continuously accumulating since the start of the battle were like a sky full of stars, dancing wildly.
Twelve Skull-Piercing Thorns appeared above Alfred's head and dropped sharply.
Alfred hadn't expected that the maid following this young man, who seemed to have little combat power, was also no ordinary being.
"A special mechanical lifeform? And these weapons... they're not low-grade items?"
He had no time to think further, transforming into a puddle of blood again, dodging all the Skull-Piercing Thorns.
Ding—!
The blade formed from the Celestial Domain Fantasy seemed able to foresee the future, slashing out Psychic Blade Waves towards the location where Alfred would restore his form.
"A mere dead thing, move aside!"
Alfred frowned, directly transforming into a Thorn Blood Spike, piercing through the curtain formed by the Second Hand projectiles, aiming to stab Lisette's heart.
Crack, crunch—
Something, shattered.
Tick, tock...
The clock's hand moved forward.
What, just happened?
The clothing on the sword-wielding girl transformed into pure white.
The sharp blade in her hand was now held in his hand.
[Defiance × Red Tears]
The Tear-Engraving Sword had already been drawn.
The Ancient Battlefield manifested for him.
Five fingers curled, holding nothing.
The Crown shattered.
Time acceleration acted upon his body.
The Celestial Comet Drive roared with anger.
Ding!!!
Lisette gazed ahead.
The young man holding the Tear-Engraving Sword, her master, their everything.
Ye Qiyan.
Was right here.
"Three years is too long, I only strive for the present."
"Today, it's not early at all."
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