This was the most expensive cigar he had ever bought, and also the most fragrant cigar he had ever smoked in his life.
Survived.
...
At the edge of the Zombie Basin, an endless, black throng of the Corpse Tide was rushing towards the small hill in front, while in front of the Corpse Tide were dozens of trains frantically fleeing, with blue tail flas spewing from the sides of the carriages as if they cost nothing.
And in such an environnt.
A train was going against the flow, not fleeing, but accelerating towards the Corpse Tide!
This train was the Constant Star Train.
"..."
Chen Mang sat in the train compartnt, looking at the sea of black Corpse Tide a few hundred ters away, with a calm expression as he pressed the button on the control panel.
The next mont—
The ten-ter-wide car blades on both sides of the carriage suddenly extended out, and began spinning at high speed, with purple-blue arcs of electricity flickering across their surfaces, while the threaded drill head at the front also extended out, spinning rapidly.
The speed of these Corpse Tides was even faster than he had imagined.
In less than two hours of work.
The train at the center of the "Zombie Basin" had already been completely overrun, with these Corpse Tides starting to attack the higher terrain surrounding hills, and the Corpse Tides before him were now at the coordinates he set, below that hill.
Their numbers were great.
This trip down the mountain was to clear out these zombies, thereby protecting the other trains on the hillside.
As for the train he had just saved along the way, he didn’t give it much thought. He had already saved several trains; so gave him iron ore and copper ore, while others gave him nothing and ignored his ssage.
The nas of the trains that ignored his ssages he had already written down.
He couldn’t rember who gave him what.
But he could rember who didn’t give anything.
At this ti, the armor outside Carriage 15, "Breeding Carriage," had already been upgraded to Level 9.
It could be said—
All the trains in the "Zombie Basin" could possibly perish, but not him. At most, after all the trains perished, he would be the only train left in the Zombie Basin. The good news is that there would be no one to compete with him for minerals, the bad news is that he would beco a beacon in the dark, attracting the attention of all monsters.
Mining in the future would be a difficult task.
At this mont!
The Constant Star Train, moving against the tide, had already charged into the Corpse Tide, with the frantically spinning car blades cutting through low-level zombies in an instant, leaving shredded at floating in the air.
The high-level monsters had yet to charge forward.
But were precisely picked off by the Doomsday Cannon.
He was hesitant to use the "Earth-Burst Missile," as it was not suitable for use here. Low-level ones could be dealt with using the car blades and drill, and for high-level ones, the Doomsday Cannon had a better cost-performance ratio; Earth-Burst Missiles were too expensive.
The only good news was that he had not yet encountered Level 9 zombies.
Even among Level 9 monsters, the size difference determined how many shells it would take to kill them.
At the train’s ultra-high speed, carrying massive kinetic energy and with the car blades at Level 50, it was almost like cutting butter with a red-hot steel blade, instantly lting a path through the Corpse Tide covered with fresh blood and shredded at.
Imdiately after—
The Constant Star Train began a continuous assault within the Corpse Tide, constantly killing zombies and those high-level monsters.
The fallen flesh and items were all absorbed by the "Powerful Magnet" into the Level 10 refrigerator.
This was both a crisis and an opportunity.
Usually, there aren’t this many monsters for him to kill; this many monsters could drop a lot of good items.
...
At this mont, on the hillside!
Nearly 20 trains were parked side by side halfway up the hill, resembling a steel wall.
The Train Captain sat in the driver’s seat, looking at the Constant Star Train fighting relentlessly below the hill, a glimr of hope erging in his previously despairing eyes. The Constant Star Train was indeed strong, much stronger than they had imagined!
The heavy machine guns and Doomsday Cannons atop the nearly 20 trains were aid at the bottom of the hill, ready to open fire at any mont.
The main force of the Corpse Tide had already been completely wiped out by the Constant Star Train, which had been charging back and forth repeatedly.
Only a few stragglers managed to break through.
About a thousand small spiders were seen quickly climbing towards the hilltop, very small, only about 30 centiters, completely inconspicuous within the Corpse Tide and unseen.
They were the third line of defense!
It was not yet their turn to open fire.
The second line of defense was... that group of cha.
Directly using over a dozen cha to stand in front of the steel wall, initiating a charge towards the thousands of small spiders!
The chas consud fewer resources.
Among them, three "Thunderbolt" chas stood out, each taller by several ters than the surrounding chas, resembling giants.
Each cha wielded a massive warhamr.
They didn’t even need the hamr—a single step could crush nurous small spiders.
"One, two, three..."
Zhang Yi operated the "Thunderbolt" cha, running wildly, each step squashing a spider. He could even hear the satisfying sound of the spiders bursting, a great stress reliever.
All the chas from the Constant Star Train were here.
The other chas belonged to the other trains.
"I hate spiders!"
Inside the "Thunderbolt" cha, Zhang Dai’s expression almost contorted into a scream of fury, swinging her massive hamr, crushing wave after wave of spiders. But the sight of the spiders bursting gave her goosebumps all over.
Yet the dozen or so chas couldn’t stop these spiders, nor the stragglers forming another small Corpse Tide behind them.
Though they were all low-level monsters.
The high-level monsters had all been cleared by the Constant Star.
"Thud thud thud!!"
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