Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"The one in front... is the Exile?!"

The driver of the rail car suddenly shouted. Everyone became alert, and Klein couldn't help but look outside.

Two or three people in red robes staggered into view. They seemed to be seriously injured and walked with great difficulty, but they still dragged their weapons and stubbornly moved forward along the railroad tracks.

"... destroy... the city..."

"……revenge……"

"... Damn it, this is so unlucky!"

Xie Ling felt that something was wrong, and as the captain, he made an immediate judgment.

"Everyone sit still! Driver, hit me!"

The railcar stepped on the accelerator without hesitation and ran at full speed on the track. Only a few muffled sounds and screams were heard, and the tunnel became quiet again.

Kerridge still felt uncomfortable with this scene. He hugged Sota tightly and covered Sota's dog ears with his hands, but the vibration of the car body still conveyed the tragedy in the tunnel.

Those distorted and terrifying faces flashed before Xie Ling's eyes. Unlike Kerridge, Xie Ling, who had experienced decades of bloody storms, was indifferent to the death of the exiles. He did not have any advanced knowledge or strategies, but he felt uneasy instinctively.

Schelling recalled the various atrocities committed by the exiles, who always appeared in groups and launched swift and frantic suicide attacks on their targets. The exiles' purpose was often not only to rob, but also to destroy.

Desperadoes who have been wandering on the brink of death for years always have strong muscle memory, which is a gift left by the crisis.

Xie Ling immediately yelled at the driver.

"Keep going! Don't brake! Push the accelerator!

“We have to get back to Hazel Street as fast as possible!

"Damn it! These bastards must not be done yet! They can even find this road, these lunatics must be doing something big!"

The rail car ran wildly in the tunnel, and occasionally a few screams were heard under the wheels.

In a few breaths, the speed of the rail car has exceeded the limit, as if it is on the verge of falling apart. This tunnel is indeed very secretive, and no one was seen along the way. The whole journey was unobstructed.

But the quieter and smoother things went, the more nervous Xie Ling became, and the more he felt that a greater crisis was lurking in the deep tunnels.

Two gold coins were thrown up and then dropped from Klein's hand.

"Turn left!"

he suddenly yelled.

Looking up at the fork in the road that was getting closer and closer, Xie Ling demonstrated excellent crisis response capabilities.

"Did you hear that, driver? Go left!"

He banged on the rear window of the cab.

"What are you still standing there for, you bastards? Get moving!"

Following Xie Ling's order, everyone quickly adjusted their positions. Two transport team members immediately stood up, took out a thick rope, and stared at the ramp ahead.

Fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

It's now!

The rope flew out quickly and was put on the operating lever accurately. The two team members pulled hard, and there was a dull sound, and the track was changed instantly.

This seems to be a conventional signal.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel, and the rail car drifted across the track and rushed to the left.

The position of the personnel cleverly serves as a counterweight for the vehicle body, preventing high-speed rollover and allowing the rail car to corner stably.

As the car turned, Klein glanced at another intersection, and his spiritual intuition spread into the distance.

In an instant, blood jumped into Klein's sight. Under the faint light flickering in the distance, there were corpses all over the ground and blood seeping into the soil.

"The other road was looted by exiles!" Klein reported loudly to Schelling.

"Damn it! They can even find this!"

Sherin spat.

"There's a lot of intersections ahead. They must have looted it!"

Having said this, Xie Ling kicked open the iron sheet on the front of the car, reached out and pulled out a black box, and threw it to Kerridge.

"Hey! That hacker! Go ahead!"

The sudden weight almost broke Kerridge's arm.

"Is this... a portable signal station?"

Kerridge's eyes widened.

"You still have this kind of thing? Right... After all, we are working for Tesla..."

This signal station was similar to the one Klein had seen in the underground well before, but it was much smaller and seemed to be several generations more advanced than the signal station in the underground well.

Similarly, from the perspective of the old times, the "signal" of this signal station is also "created out of nothing", which violates the technical logic of the old times.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just tell me if you know how to use it!"

"Yes... yes!"

"Now, get online! Go online!"

After receiving the order, Kerridge immediately changed into a different person. He immediately calmed down from his panic and focused on stroking the signal station.

"There are bombs we have placed ahead of us on the road. When you hear the order, you will detonate them!"

"Does the bomb have a detonation code? Or some other detonator?"

"What the hell! What are you talking about?"

The incomprehensible terminology made Schelling irritated at a rare moment of crisis.

“This stuff was installed decades ago, and the people who installed it are long dead!

"I don't care! Anyway, they told me that I have to be connected to the Internet to detonate! I have to be online! Anyway, if you can't do it, I will throw you out of the car!"

"…I didn't say I couldn't do it! I just need some time!"

The urgent time, the simple equipment, the boss who yelled at him. In this harsh environment, Kerridge's palms were sweating for the first time.

He quickly and calmly turned on his phone, took out a line from the signal station and connected it, and after a few operations, he used the phone as a computer. Then he quickly and accurately adjusted the buttons and instruments and observed the status on the phone.

"...Internet? No...these bombs should be local area networks..."

Kerridge immediately started typing code on the small screen of his mobile phone. After a while, his eyes lit up and he shouted at Xie Ling.

“The LAN is connected, the bomb is in place.

"I saw the location of the bomb, it's three kilometers away from us!"

"Three kilometers? Damn, that far?!"

Xie Ling yelled and cursed.

The big white dog Sota looked around anxiously. Two new pure gold coins rose and fell in Klein's hands, tirelessly predicting the road conditions ahead for Klein.

"Can we go any faster?"

Klein grasped the gold coin.

"They're coming!"

"Varied……"

Before Xie Ling could finish his words, yellow mud and rocks exploded behind the rail car body with a deafening sound.

"The tunnel behind was blown up!"

Some team members shouted.

Amid the flying dirt, a red figure rushed out of the hole. The exile dragged his broken body along the track towards the rail car.

They were like zombies, filled with evil vitality. Even though their bodies were on the verge of collapse, they still used their tenacious willpower to support themselves and run and roar.

"Five hundred meters to go!"

Another explosion was heard behind the car, and more exiles gathered together.

"Hold them tight for me!"

Schelling began distributing chains, and the team members quickly tied themselves up with the chains and then fixed them to the car board, not even sparing the big white dog Sota. Klein didn't understand why, but his spiritual intuition told him to do it.

"Two hundred meters!"

Explosions were heard one after another, and the railway entered the densely populated area of ​​the underground city. The scattered exiles gathered together to form a red tide that could not be ignored.

They even found a barely functioning rail car and followed it closely. The roar of slogans and the howling of broken machinery sounded like the horns of death.

"One hundred meters!"

Klein's face turned strange, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Fifty meters!"

“Detonate!!!”

boom--! ! !

First there was a loud bang, followed by endless tinnitus tearing at the eardrums of the transport team members.

The considerable amount of explosives directly blew a 20-meter-wide hole in the tunnel and blew the rails in front of it into pieces.

But the speed of the rail car not only increased, but also made a creaking sound.

"Hold on tight, damn!"

Sherin shouted.

"Let's take a shortcut!"