Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

At this critical moment, a violent wave with a whitish ice-blue spell burst out from the black Maybach compartment. Like radiation, it covered the entire area in front of it at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and continued to spread out.

Not even a second passed. Whether it was the steam train that inexplicably appeared from the other end of the tunnel and was running backwards, or the surrounding tunnels, it was as if they had traveled through time and entered a world of ice, completely frozen.

And if you look from outside the car, you will find that above the Maybach, in the middle of the tunnel, there is a black nun silhouette with her hands clasped together and eight huge wings of purity spread out.

Her eyes were covered with white cloth, like an ice saint who was bowing her head in prayer. After a while, she completely disappeared into the air.

The temperature in the tunnel dropped from about 30 degrees to more than ten degrees below zero in an instant. The ceiling and the asphalt road on the ground were all frozen with hard ice crystals, and the frozen ocean looked extremely gorgeous.

"Winter - Ice Age."

Maybach is the only one around that only has frost on the tire surface. All the coldness comes from Isayama Norimei. When his mouth is opened for ventilation, the air he exhales is frozen by the low temperature and turns white.

Everything happened in an instant. When she realized that all the abnormalities came from Isayama Nomei in the back row, Isayama's whole body went numb.

She slumped on the seat. She was a "beating" magician who had done heavy physical training, but her body that had been tempered for many times was still wearing a heavy spell-style long-sleeved shirt, but she also felt the cold temperature. Biting chill.

It was just a small sound at first. When they heard the second cracking sound, Isayama Norimei and Mingmei turned around without hesitation and headed towards the tunnel they just drove in.

The ice was much thicker than expected. The texture of the boots on the ice was the same as stepping on hard cement. At the same time, the temperature outside and inside the car were even lower.

"We are cursed, and the medium of the curse is the serial number of the July train that comes out of our mouths."

"Above?"

Ming Mingyan explained the current situation concisely and comprehensively

There was no one in front of the empty platform, and there was no train. There was only a track leading into the unknown darkness. It looks very terrifying. I don’t know how to describe it. The fog looks alive and exudes an extremely terrifying atmosphere.

"etc!"

"Passengers, please note that the train will arrive at the station soon."

Ming Ming forcefully opened the frost-frozen door and walked out. After all, this was too weird. How could a train appear in a high-speed tunnel on the winding mountain highway?

Isayama Nomei also opened the car door and walked out. To be honest, as a magician, he couldn't stand the cold and had to use his spiritual power to block the cold air.

The last words this first-level conjurer reported to the Conjurer Association when he was exploring the July train alone before disappearing were:

"Never give out the serial number of this train."

And the change in Ming Ming's expression meant that things were far more than that simple.

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie were evaluated by the top management of the Spell Masters Association as long as they did not die young and would grow up to be a top-level Spell Master.

Ming Ming also repeated it, and then suddenly something happened and his expression changed.

He came to Ming Ming's side and looked at the coal-fired steam train with a medieval style that was frozen in front of him. It was black and very retro. It was frozen and looked like an ice sculpture.

Because these are covered with Xiao Ai's spell, as the host, Isayama Norimei can easily see the entire carriage through the thick ice, and even the serial number on it is clear.

Finally the two came to the light, and when they stepped on the last step back to the ground.

The effect of the [Ice Age] spell covers all the surrounding areas of 500 meters, but it is still not the end of this tunnel.

To be on the safe side, Ming Ming also took out his two-handed ax from the trunk, reassembled it and held it in his hand as a warning.

This string of numbers seemed to have incredible power, driving Isayama Nomei to read it subconsciously.

Isayama Norimei showed that he didn't find anything strange, so he suggested

"What is this."

"Oops, this is the July train that has already lost contact with two second-level conjurers and a first-level conjurer."

This tunnel is only eight kilometers in total. Isayama Nomei and the others started running from halfway, which means they ran almost three times, but they still did not get out of this range.

After everyone comes here, go back to the tunnel and it will be a long ghost wall. Going up may be the way to get rid of this evil place.

But the upper part is just the ice crystal effect of Isayama Kenmei's spell, and there is no change at all.

There was no point in continuing to run.

The view inside turned out to be a filthy-looking staircase going upwards.

Here Isayama Norimei subconsciously triggered the conditions for the curse to break out, but also suffered from "illiteracy", and it was impossible to prevent it.

The way back was blocked.

If you are like the people in some movies who stay put and wait for things to get worse, you are obviously sitting back and waiting for death.

"I'll go down and take a look."

Mingming held the ax in both hands in agreement. He couldn't go out now, so instead of staying here, he might as well go over and take a look.

She looked at Isayama Nomei

"Woo"

She put her hands on the steering wheel and looked at the ice and snow in front of her, wondering for the first time whether she could not keep up with the rhythm.

Showing Isayama Norimei a kind of sparse beauty called "Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow", he gave up his position.

"It seems not."

The world in front of me seems to have stepped back fifty years, and is now the scene of the last century.

"No, Sister Ming."

Mingming shook his head

"I'm fine."

The so-called road is actually just a fork in the road, a closed iron gate.

"ha?"

This masterful ice spell is quite astonishing in terms of destructive power and control, far better than that of a senior spellcaster who is immersed in this art. But she would not have thought that Isayama Norimei could produce such a terrifying spell effect solely by relying on a curse spirit that wielded the power of [Winter].

"I did the math, and at our speed we just ran about fifteen kilometers."

You really should take a picture of Uncle Ishihara. You, a little girl from a thin dog like you, are not tired even if you hold an ax twice as big as your broken hammer.

Mingming's voice caught Isayama Nomei's attention, "Who is that?"

They were unsure at first, but the second sound confirmed that some unknown change was taking place.

There are countless conditions for triggering a curse, and it is most difficult to prevent it from spreading through various media.

Regardless of whether it was in front of the rails on the platform or behind the rails on the platform, Isayama Norimei looked at the worlds leading to them all covered by a black mist.

"Is it okay, Sister Ming."

"Is that Hattori Takayuki?"

Even Ming Ming also said the serial number of the train, which meant that the two of them triggered this unknown curse at the same time.

"Fifteen kilometers."

But when I heard this series of numbers reported from Isayama Nomei's mouth.

Including the rails under the platform, the rails on the ground are so rusted that they are broken into sections. It can be said that any train running on them will easily derail.

"Let's go up together."

Isayama Norimei was stunned that the curse could still be played like this, but now was not the time to regret it. He immediately gathered a large amount of spiritual energy all over his body to cover his body to guard against possible attacks.

"K-2567AW?"

Isayama Nomei asked, pointing to the intersection that suddenly appeared not far away.

"I'll go in first."

"Is this the platform?"

"Bah."

"please."

Now, right in front of Ming Ming's eyes, she also felt that this "rising star" Isayama Nomei would have the same qualifications as a top-level conjurer like her two juniors.

"Bah."

"Shall I go in first?"

At this time, Mei Ming thought about something. When he looked back again to the place where he and Isayama Nomei had just come up, the place had been replaced by a red brick wall, and there were no traces of the existence of an tunnel.

Any small movement in the quiet tunnel will become extremely loud, especially when it reaches the ears of Isayama Nomei and Meiming, it will become very harsh.

He kept running and stopped, because there was no point in running.

Mingming's eyes looked up to indicate whether Isayama Nomei should go up, and he nodded.

To be honest, I saw Ming Ming in front of me easily carrying the heavy two-handed ax on his shoulders, matching his dignified and delicate temperament.

The road in front of him is still exactly the same as the tunnel covered by Isayama Nomei just now, and it is still a copy covered with ice and snow.

This place is like a labyrinth, restricting Isayama Nomei and Meimei's movement routes.

What now appears in front of Isayama Nomei and Meimei is an almost completely open-air platform. It is in tatters and everything is rusty. There is only a pole not far above for waiting for the train. There was a sign hanging that read "July Platform."

"Are all newcomers so scary these days?"

Isayama Nomei and Ming Ming would not make such a stupid mistake. It was the correct judgment to immediately turn around and run away when they sensed something was wrong.

The physical skills of both sides are not average, and sprinting with all their strength is no less than starting from a fuel car, but even so.

"Is there a road over there when we came?"

Isayama Nomei and Meimei are similar to those underground, and the top is also unclear but full of openness.

Suddenly, a radio broadcast came from somewhere with a hoarse and old voice, which sounded very uncomfortable.

Soon Isayama Nomei and Ming Ming heard a very rapid and loud sound coming from the fog, and soon a dilapidated black steam train came out of the fog and stopped steadily on the platform.

From the moment he drove into this tunnel, Isayama Norimei felt that something was not right. The lights and equipment next to it were abnormally aged, and there was no car at all halfway through the tunnel.

"K-2567AW."

The platform seemed to be completely deserted and abandoned. The seats were made of iron that had been corroded by the wind and the sun beyond recognition. Scarlet rust covered everything Isayama Nomei could see.

"Go over and take a look?"

It was so dark inside the door that I couldn't see clearly the space in front of me. After Mingming walked in, Isayama Nomei followed suit.

Isayama Nomei saw from the stopped train window that it seemed to be full of people, densely packed and motionless.

Sometimes a curse breaks out not without warning but because the triggering conditions behind it are triggered.

Ming Ming grabbed the lock on the door and pulled it back, and the finger-thick chain was torn off cleanly.

"Remember, keep your mouth shut."

"The missing first-level conjurer."

Ming Ming looked at the short-haired man wearing a black trench coat of a magician standing among the "ghosts" on the train. He still stood upright with a complicated expression.

And the open train door seemed to welcome the two of them onto the train.

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