The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The Devourer was still climbing.

It's not flying.

It's not a leap.

It is not a high-dimensional fold.

It's just four solid rubber tires, gripping the rusted steel plates on the inner wall of the shaft, relying on the black and red exhaust flames from the engine to roll upwards along the hundred-kilometer-long waste incineration shaft.

The carriage smelled of burning.

The rubber was charred.

Engine oil evaporates.

Steel friction.

There's also the pungent chemical smell left after the acid rain has been dried by the high-temperature exhaust flames.

The mercury column on the thermometer has reached its maximum mark.

The next second, the glass tube could not withstand the internal expansion pressure and burst open with a pop.

Silver mercury beads flew wildly, hitting the edge of the control panel and then being flung against the car wall by centrifugal force, leaving several fine, shiny streaks.

Little Fire lay on the control panel, its six claws gripping the gaps in the panel tightly.

His fur was singed by the heat, his tail tip was steaming, and his golden vertical pupils were bloodshot.

"Master! The temperature has skyrocketed!"

"If we keep running like this, we'll get used to the train carriages first!"

Wang Hu was pressed against the side wall by centrifugal force.

His broken robotic arm dragged on the floor, sparks flying from its fractured joints.

He gripped a circulating water pipe with his only remaining hand, clenching his teeth until his arm muscles taut like steel cables.

"Open it for me!"

Click.

He ripped the water pipe off.

High-pressure cooling water sprayed out from the break, and white mist instantly filled half of the carriage.

Wang Hu's shoulder tilted as the water pressure slammed into the car wall, and he cursed loudly.

But he didn't let go.

He aligned the broken end of the tube with the reddened inner wall.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

When cooling water hits hot metal, it immediately evaporates into a thick fog.

The red color on the interior walls of the carriage slowly faded a little.

Only one point.

But that's enough.

Wang Hu's face was covered in steam and blood, his eyes were squinting from the heat, but he still shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Old Su! I'm going to cool you down! Don't fucking drive the car off the road!"

Su Yuan did not turn around.

His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

The steering wheel was so hot that the surface rubber was soft, and the skin on my palm was stuck to the charred rubber.

With each turn, he could feel his palm being forcibly pulled apart.

But his hands were too steady.

His severed right wrist was braced against the gear lever.

There are no hands.

There are no fingers.

There was only a non-existent gap that held the old-fashioned metal lever in place.

Shifting gears can only be done by pressing down.

By crashing.

It relies on the bone and the cross-section to hold it up.

He slammed the gear lever from third to fourth gear.

bang.

The gears mesh roughly.

The entire front of the car suddenly lifted half a meter, the tires slipped on the steel plate for a fraction of a second, and sparks sprayed out from the contact surface.

The small fire immediately caused its feathers to explode.

"It's slippery!"

Su Yuan twisted the steering wheel with his left hand, kept the accelerator pressed down, and then pressed the clutch all the way down and released it.

"Shut up."

The gear lever was once again blocked by the broken wrist.

Forced shift from fourth to fifth gear.

Clang.

The drive shaft emitted a dull metallic clang.

The Devourer shuddered violently, the flames at the rear of the train lengthened, and the entire train slid out of the shaft wall at an even steeper angle.

Ahead, the seventeenth set of crushing gears protrudes from the wall.

Thirty meters in diameter.

Double-layered and interwoven.

The upper layer rotates clockwise, the lower layer rotates counterclockwise, and the gap in the middle is less than half the width of the car body.

Little Fire glanced at it, and its tail froze instantly.

"This won't work!"

Su Yuan floored the accelerator.

"It's not up to you."

Turn the steering wheel all the way to the left.

The front of the Devourer whizzed past the edge of the upper gear.

A large section of the paint was torn off, and dark gold scales scattered as the rotating gears took away an entire strip of armor plate from the side of the car.

A piercing, metallic clanging sound came from inside the carriage.

Wang Hu was thrown so hard that his shoulder hit the pipeline rack, and blood welled up from the corner of his mouth again.

He cursed even more harshly.

"Damn! Fixing this car will be a nightmare!"

Su Yuan's right foot didn't loosen.

The tires spurred up along the fixed bracket on the outside of the gear, and with the half-meter height created by the bracket protrusion, the entire vehicle briefly left the shaft wall.

The car rolled sideways.

The front of the car was lowered.

Flames from the rear of the car swept across the acid rain, burning a ring of dryness around it.

The next second, the four tires fell back onto the steel wall.

Bang.

The moment the rubber and steel plate came into contact, the vehicle body compressed to its limit, and the suspension system groaned in despair.

But the tire got stuck.

The Devourer continued its ascent.

In the command room of the slaughterhouse, all the officers were dumbfounded.

The terminal screen was shaking violently, and the inside of the shaft was constantly rotating, with sparks, acid rain, gears, and exhaust flames all mixed together.

The communications officer leaned against the wall, his lips dry.

"This is not driving."

The fire control officer lay on the ground, and it took him a long time to finally manage to squeeze out a sentence.

"This is gambling with lives and the mechanical structure."

The adjutant stared at the person on the screen who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, his throat tightening.

"He pushed every physical limit of the train to the limit."

The commander did not sit down.

He stood there, his palms pressed against the tactical table, his eyes unblinking.

"Not on the side."

He said in a low voice.

"He's already stepped out."

Inside the wasteland bunker, the staff officer's face was pressed close to the screen, his mouth agape.

The data on the screen was fluctuating wildly.

Tire temperature.

Engine temperature.

Vehicle body stress.

Centrifugal acceleration.

Every single one continued to climb outside the red zone.

"It's impossible for him to still be alive."

The staff officer stared at the data, his head spinning.

"The tires should have blown out long ago, the driveshaft should have broken long ago, and the suspension should have shattered long ago."

The commander, with a cigarette already extinguished in his mouth, twitched his eyelids.

"But it's still running."

The staff officer turned his head.

"So it's even more outrageous."

The observation area of ​​the high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder lay prone in the black blood, watching the wasteland train spiraling up the inner wall of the shaft.

His face was expressionless.

It's not sarcasm.

It wasn't ecstasy.

It's a blank space in the brain that begins to protect itself after being repeatedly slapped in the face by reality.

The shadowy figure beside him whispered.

"He really doesn't need the rules anymore."

The young elder's throat moved.

"I saw it."

The afterimage spoke again.

"He's leaning on the tires."

The young elder closed his eyes.

"Stop talking."

Above the shaft.

Number 000 stood behind the control panel.

His white coat was still covered with grayish-white tumor remnants, and his mask was soaked with contaminated liquid, making half of his face unrecognizable.

But for the first time, those grayish-white eyeballs showed obvious signs of shrinkage.

Below, a dark red tail flame is rapidly approaching.

Circle after circle.

Each lap is faster than the last.

Each time it passes through the gear train, it takes away a piece of the train car, but it also brings it closer to the exit.

The finger numbered 000, pressed against the edge of the control panel, slowly tightened.

The knuckles turned white from the force applied.

"Use obsolete code as fuel."

"Climbing the incineration well with tires."

"Using a beat-up car to challenge the physical destruction system of the defense line."

He chuckled softly.

"Su Yuan, do you really think of yourself as a miracle case in the ward?"

He turned around.

On the far right of the control panel, there is a knife switch covered by a transparent protective cover.

The protective cover is printed with yellow and black warning lettering.

Emergency physical landfill.

Only applicable to extreme leak incidents.

Number 000 does not have the necessary permissions.

There is no waiting process confirmation.

He raised his elbow and smashed the protective cover.

Glass shards fell onto the worktable.

He gripped the guillotine handle, and for the first time, a sinister glint appeared in his greyish-white eyes.

"Then I'll bury you."

He pulled the guillotine down hard.

Click.

At the top of the shaft, the massive, originally sealed hatch began to open in layers.

This is not a normal passageway door.

It is a waste dumping outlet.

The heavy steel plates slid apart to the sides, revealing the industrial waste silo that had been piled up for who knows how many years.

next second.

The area above the entire shaft went dark.

Hundreds of thousands of tons of rusted steel construction waste, abandoned mech wreckage, scrapped armor plates, broken gun barrels, and collapsed supports poured down from above like a steel mudslide.

The first thing to fall was a heavy mech with half of its body broken off.

The mech's chest cavity was ripped open, and the internal reactor had long been removed, leaving only an empty shell tens of meters high.

It tumbled and crashed, shattering the acid rain along its path, and carrying large pieces of steel debris as it hurtled towards the Devourer.

Then came more.

Steel beams.

Armor plates.

Tracked assembly.

Decommissioned turret.

Industrial crane boom.

The entire shaft was filled instantly.

Acid rain was forcefully broken up by the torrent of steel.

Sparks flew as the shredder gears were struck by the waste material, and several sets of gears jammed on the spot.

Above the Devourer, the spiral passage that was once passable has completely disappeared.

Xiao Huo's golden vertical pupils shrank to thin lines.

"The top is completely blocked!"

Wang Hu looked up at the car window.

All I could see were falling shadows and rusty red steel.

His face was extremely pale.

"This time, it's not something you can just squeeze through the gaps in the gears."

"It completely filled the pipe!"

Slaughterhouse Command Center.

The fire control officer stared at the terminal, his face drained of all color.

"Absolute volume collision".

The communications officer's throat tightened.

"This can't be solved by speed. The mass above is too large; there are tens of thousands of tons of waste material at the beginning, and even more behind."

The adjutant's voice was hoarse.

"No matter how high the engine thrust is, the car body will only be crushed when it hits it."

The commander looked at the torrent of steel.

He didn't speak.

Because this time, even he couldn't find a angle to gamble on.

Inside the wasteland bunker, the staff officer rested his hands on the table, his shoulders stiff.

"It's over."

He stared at the data.

"This is not an attack."

"This blocks the road completely."

"The upper volume fill rate exceeds 97%, and the widest remaining gap is less than 10 meters."

"The width of the Devourer is far greater than this number."

The commander stubbed out his cigarette.

"in conclusion."

The staff officer closed his eyes.

"Physically, it's impossible to get through."

In the higher-dimensional dark web, the young elder finally raised his head.

He watched as scrap metal poured down from above in the video, and his lips twitched.

"We can't just drive over there, can we?"

No one responded.

It's not that I'm afraid.

Those who responded earlier were all slapped in the face too hard.

Inside the shaft.

The steel waterfall had already reached less than a kilometer above the Devourer.

With a gravitational field ninety times stronger than its own mass, the falling speed is frighteningly fast.

Su Yuan looked up.

The mechanical left eye rotates at high speed.

Click click click click.

The AM resonant slot emits rapid pulses.

It's not fear.

It's calculation.

The density of waste material above.

Falling speed.

Angle view of the mech wreckage.

Grabable points on the shaft wall.

Current speed of the Devourer.

Tire grip limit.

Upper limit of winch load capacity.

Su Yuan suddenly spoke.

"Small fire."

Xiao Huo's voice cracked.

"exist!"

"Lock the steering wheel angle."

Xiao Huo was stunned.

"what?"

"Use a mechanical gripper."

Su Yuan's tone remained unchanged.

"Locked up".

Xiao Huo dared not ask any more questions.

He popped out two maintenance claws from the bottom of the control panel, clamped them tightly onto the steering wheel spokes, and fixed the current steering angle.

Su Yuan released his left hand.

The steering wheel is not straight.

The Devourer continued its rapid ascent along the inner wall of the shaft at a fixed spiral angle.

Xiao Huo's pupils trembled wildly when he saw Su Yuan turn around.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Su Yuan kicked open the deformed car door.

bang.

The car door, along with half of its hinge, flew off and was instantly swept away by the crushing gears behind it.

Gale-force winds, acid mist, heat waves, and sparks from the friction of steel all poured into the carriage.

Su Yuan leaned half his body out of the car.

He gripped the door frame with his left hand and stepped on the edge of the carriage with his right foot.

Outside the car is a vertical shaft under a gravitational field of ninety times the normal force.

If you let go, you'll be flung directly into the gears.

But Su Yuan didn't even blink.

He reached out and dragged an old-fashioned heavy-duty mechanical winch that he had just torn from the wall into the car from the outside.

That thing was about half a person tall, with a thick steel shell and a surface covered in oil stains and old serial numbers.

The winch is wrapped with a pure steel cable, and at the end is a three-pronged barb.

Wang Hu's eyes twitched violently as he watched.

"Old Su!"

"Don't tell me you want to hook those scrap metal pieces up there!"

Su Yuan stepped the winch base into the deformed gap in the car door frame.

"It's not that I want to."

He gripped the trigger with his left hand.

"It's necessary."

Above, the wreckage of the first heavy mech had been reduced to less than 300 meters.

The mech wreckage rolled at varying angles, with the broken shoulder armor facing downwards and the hollow chest cavity facing the shaft wall.

Su Yuan's mechanical left eye suddenly locked on.

"Now."

The trigger is pulled.

boom.

The pure steel barb is launched with the cable attached.

It did not shoot towards the shaft wall.

It was not fired at the nearest steel beam.

Instead, it precisely pierced through a shifting gap in the torrent of debris, biting into the load-bearing beam inside the chest cavity of the heavy mech wreckage.

Click.

Three-claw barb closure.

The cable taut instantly.

The falling mech wreckage, carrying thousands of tons of kinetic energy, continued to press downwards.

The Devourer continued its upward charge.

One on one.

The relative tension is stretched to its limit within a fraction of a second.

The winch base emitted a sickening metallic groan.

The car door frame is deformed.

The left side of the car was forcibly pulled to one side.

The little fire screamed.

"We need to flip it!"

Su Yuan stepped on the clutch.

My left foot almost wore through the pedal.

At the same time, the severed wrist slammed violently into the gear lever.

bang.

The gear was forcibly shifted to neutral.

The engine thrust briefly lost transmission lock, causing the rear of the car to swing.

The taut cable pulled the entire Devourer away from the shaft wall.

The train detached from the steel wall.

It no longer spirals upwards.

Pulled by the relative force of the falling mech wreckage above, it was like a heavy vehicle being pulled out by a giant cable, its tail trailing a thousand meters of flame as it swung in a huge arc in mid-air above the shaft.

The pendulum of death.

The small fire was flung to the other side of the control panel by centrifugal force, and its claws scraped several grooves on the panel.

Wang Hu was sent flying sideways, his back slamming into the partition of the carriage, almost breaking through it.

Outside the car window, the most densely packed area of ​​steel scrap rolled past them.

A broken steel beam grazed the roof, shearing off half of the external antenna.

The abandoned turret tumbled past the rear of the vehicle, its surface blackened by the exhaust flames.

The Devourer swung horizontally through the steel waterfall.

It wasn't a case of being caught red-handed.

It was by using the momentum to throw it over.

Just as the densest torrent of waste was about to close in, the cable could not withstand the tension.

Boom.

The pure steel cable broke.

The barb, along with half a cable, was dragged down into the gear area below by the mech wreckage.

Su Yuan released the clutch with his left foot.

He broke his wrist and hit the gear lever.

Five gears.

bang.

The transmission re-engages.

The exhaust flames from the rear of the car surged dramatically.

The four tires of the Devourer were reattached to the shaft wall.

This time, the landing point was extremely sharp.

The two tires on the left side started smoking immediately, and a thick layer of the tread was scraped off.

But it got stuck.

After a violent bounce, the car continued its rapid ascent upstream.

Inside the command center of the slaughterhouse.

All seven officers froze.

The fire control officer's mouth was open, but he didn't move for a long time.

The communications officer leaned against the wall, his eyes glazed over.

"he……"

"Did he use the force of the falling debris?"

The adjutant looked down at the data, his face filled with existential doubt.

"It's not about pushing forward."

"Not defense."

"He used the thing that was going to crush him as a hanging point."

The commander stared at the spiraling fire line on the screen and muttered a curse under his breath.

"That's what you call being a good driver."

Wasteland shelter.

The staff officer's pen slipped from his hand.

He didn't pick it up.

"He used relative tension to avoid the largest filling area."

"It doesn't penetrate the quality dead wall."

"It's about bypassing it."

The commander stared at the screen, his throat bobbing.

"But there's no road there."

The staff officer's voice trembled.

"He created a path in half a second on the fly."

The remaining area of ​​the high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder did not smile this time.

He lay prone in the black blood, his eyes following the line of fire.

After a long while, he whispered.

"This is not a miracle."

A lingering shadow asked from the side.

"What is that?"

The young elder's lips moved.

He used his physics textbook as a knife.

Above the shaft.

The smile on Number 000's face vanished completely.

He saw the wrecked car emerge from the torrent of steel landfill.

I saw that black and red trail of flame continue to climb upwards.

The distance is being rapidly closed.

8,000 meters.

Five thousand meters.

Three thousand meters.

1,500 meters.

Number 000 took half a step back.

The heel of the leather shoe hit the metal rail below the control panel.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on the last red button.

Emergency braking.

Explosion-proof dome closed.

The control panel prompt has appeared.

Warning: Closing the dome will permanently seal off all equipment inside the shaft.

Warning: This may cause disruption to the surgeon's access route.

Warning, the process is not complete.

The gray-white eyeball number 000 trembled violently.

"process?"

He pressed the button.

"Go to hell."

He pressed the red button all the way down.

At the shaft opening, the massive, explosion-proof steel dome door, with a diameter exceeding 100 kilometers and weighing tens of thousands of tons, began to close.

It is not a door.

It consists of eight giant fan-shaped steel plates sliding towards the center from different directions.

Each piece was ridiculously thick, with toothed clasps along the edges.

Once joined together, the steel plates will interlock and be physically welded shut.

The Devourer is still 800 meters away from the wellhead.

The remaining openings in the dome are rapidly shrinking.

Xiao Huo's voice trembled as she looked at the increasingly narrow exit above.

"Master! The door is closed!"

"At this speed, there will be less than half a meter left when we arrive!"

Wang Hu dragged the wrecked mechanical arm as he crawled toward the rear of the carriage.

"Old Su! Give me a straight answer!"

Su Yuan stared upwards.

The right eye's tricolor vertical pupil contracted to its maximum.

The AM resonant slot of the mechanical left eye oscillates continuously.

He spoke.

"The engine exploded."

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

Little Fire's tail straightened up.

"Master, that engine will be ruined!"

Su Yuan did not turn around.

"So be it."

Wang Hu grinned, his face covered in blood, but his smile was fierce.

"You should have said so earlier."

He climbed over to the pitcher plant engine and grabbed a wrench from the toolbox.

The wrench was so old that the paint was peeling off and the handle was covered in oil.

The engine flow control valve is fixed to the side.

Thick steel shell.

Three mechanical locks.

Wang Hu did not unlock it.

He picked up the wrench.

"Open it for me!"

boom.

The first impact caused a dent in the outer shell.

boom.

The mechanical lock broke on the second strike.

boom.

The third time, the flow-limiting valve was smashed.

High-pressure combustion gases are backflowed into the pipeline.

A terrifying metallic clang came from inside the pitcher plant's engine.

Xiao Huo pounced on the control panel, using his claws to firmly press down all the manual switches that were about to pop open.

"Engine internal pressure out of control!"

"The exhaust flame is flowing back!"

"The rear structure is going to melt!"

Su Yuan gripped the steering wheel with his left hand.

Step on the accelerator with your right foot.

"Let it melt."

The black and red high-temperature tail flame suddenly contracted.

It's not that it's getting weaker.

It is an implosion compression.

The flames, more than a thousand meters long, retracted into the tail nozzle in a fraction of a second, and then erupted out in a denser and more violent manner.

The tail flame transformed into a short, thick column of high temperature.

The thrust surged.

The Devourer is no longer like a vehicle.

It was transformed into a heavy armor-piercing projectile.

The front of the car is facing upwards.

The tires are still rubbing against the shaft wall, but they are no longer the main support.

What truly propelled it was the pitcher plant's engine after the cylinder exploded.

The four tires left four white-hot tracks on the steel wall.

The tire tread began to peel off layer by layer.

The rubber fragments were instantly engulfed by the tail flames and burned to black ash as soon as they flew out.

It is 400 meters away from the dome.

The opening is ten meters long.

Two hundred meters away.

The opening is four meters long.

One hundred meters away.

The opening is two meters long.

Xiao Huo stared at the increasingly narrow slit, his voice hoarse.

"make life difficult for……"

Wang Hu lay beside the engine, still holding the wrench in his hand.

"Old Su!"

Su Yuan pressed the steering wheel to the dead corner with his left hand.

The front of the car turned slightly.

It is not directly opposite the center.

Instead, it should be aligned with the edge seam where the two domed steel doors are not yet interlocked.

That's the narrowest part.

But there's an angle there.

Hold on tight.

The last fifty meters.

Half a meter remains in the gap in the dome.

The front of the Devourer train crashed into the edge of the steel door.

A screeching scrape ran across the entire car body.

The front armor was scraped off and rolled up, and sparks sprayed wildly along both sides of the vehicle.

The left tire burst on the spot.

The right front tire then exploded.

The car body was crushed and deformed, a layer of the roof was sheared off, and the antenna, external armor, and half of the door were all torn off by the dome steel plate.

But the exhaust flames from the blown engine were still pushing.

push.

Keep pushing.

Su Yuan gripped the steering wheel with his left hand until the metal frame deformed.

His jaw was clenched, and there was no sign of retreat in his right eye.

"Get out of here."

boom.

The Devourer forced its way through the gap in the dome.

As the last section of the vehicle passed, the dome-shaped steel door snapped shut, and a large section of the rear armor was cut off.

But the train has come out.

It burst out of the shaft, carrying tens of thousands of tons of potential energy and the residual thrust from the cylinder explosion, and crashed directly into the steel control panel where No. 000 was located.

Number 000 stood in front of the control panel.

For the first time, undisguised terror appeared in his gray-white eyes.

He wanted to back away.

But it was too late.

The engine of the Devourer landed on the ground.

The two already burst front wheel rims rolled over the control panel base.

The steel workbench was crushed into a twisted sheet of iron.

Number 000 was caught under the front of the car.

There was no high-dimensional core explosion.

There was no backlash from the gray code.

No master operation authority is available.

There was only the inertia of a tens of thousands of tons of vehicle body, solid steel rims, shattered tire debris, and a chassis that had been burned black.

Click.

The white coat was torn.

The bones are broken.

The grayish-white eyeballs were ground into a paste under the steel ring.

Number 000 didn't even get a proper scream before being run over from head to toe by the Devourer.

A trail of grayish-white tissue, engine oil, and steel scraps was left under the car.

The terminal was flashing wildly.

"Surgeon No. 000 has lost vital signs."

"Permission source disconnected".

"Highest privilege conflict resolved."

"The medical waste disposal process is abnormal."

"abnormal."

"abnormal."

"abnormal."

The system is frozen.

The lights inside the Great Wall defense line flashed seven times in a row.

Always a beat too slow.

It's like the underlying logic was so overwhelmed by this pure physical crushing that it forgot how to report the error.

Slaughterhouse Command Center.

The seven officers stared at the gray-white trail left by a wheel in the video.

No one spoke.

After a long while, the fire control officer finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Highest authority..."

"He was run over by a car?"

The communications officer slowly sat down on the ground, his expression almost as if he had seen a ghost.

"Pure physics."

The adjutant added.

"Solid tires".

The commander raised his hand and wiped his face.

My hands were covered in cold sweat.

"Write it down."

The communications officer looked up.

"Record what?"

The commander stared at the Devourer, billowing black smoke, on the screen.

"If anyone ever tells me again that higher dimensions are invincible, I'll play this video on repeat for them."

Wasteland shelter.

The staff officer stood in front of the screen, and the data tablet in his hand fell to the ground.

He didn't pick it up.

"He broke through."

The commander looked down at the system error message.

I looked again at the spot where number 000 had been crushed.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"It's not about rushing out."

"He ran over the attending physician who was blocking his way."

The remaining area of ​​the high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder lay prostrate in the black blood.

He watched as number 000 was run over by the wheels.

I watched as the system with the highest privileges disconnected.

Watching the Devourer rush out of the shaft, trailing black smoke.

His lips twitched.

This time, I didn't laugh.

He buried his face back into the black blood.

The shadowy figure beside him whispered.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

The young elder was choked with blood, his voice hollow.

"What did you say?"

The afterimage did not answer.

The young elder closed his eyes.

"He ran over Zero with his car and killed him."

"What else can I say?"

The Devourer did not stop after it broke out of the shaft.

The area ahead was no longer a hospital corridor.

It's no longer an operating room.

It is no longer an incineration channel.

It is a wasteland.

The red sand stretches endlessly.

The ground was cracked, and pale yellow radiation emanated from the cracks.

In the distance, the endless ruins of Earth's defenses stretched across the horizon, with broken turrets, collapsed walls, and radar arrays half-buried in the sand, layer upon layer.

The sky was overcast, and the wind carried metallic dust.

The Devourer, like a steel monster dragged out of hell, landed on the wasteland, trailing thick black smoke.

The front of the car touched the ground first.

Bang.

The red sand was lifted dozens of meters high.

The vehicle continued to plow forward.

All four solid tires were completely destroyed, leaving only the steel rims and broken rubber grinding against the ground, creating blinding sparks.

The pitcher plant's engine emitted a dying cough.

Black smoke billowed from the rear of the vehicle, mixed with unburnt gray-white code residue.

The Devourer plowed a deep trench a kilometer long in the wasteland.

Finally, the front of the car sank and broke down completely.

Inside the train carriage.

Xiao Huo slid off the control panel and landed on the floor with a thud.

He was too lazy to even move his tail.

"I hereby declare."

"This car has been phenomenal today."

Wang Hu lay next to the engine, still clutching the wrench in his hand.

His fleshy hands were covered in blood from the shock, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Godlike my foot!"

"The tires are gone, the engine is almost gone, and half of the car door is missing."

He took a breath.

"But it was really awesome."

The deformed car door was pushed open from the inside.

Squeak.

its stuck.

Su Yuan kicked him.

bang.

The car door flew off halfway and rolled a few times in the red sand.

He got out of the car.

His left hand was covered in black engine oil, the skin on his palm was scalded and cracked, and rubber scraps were stuck between his fingers.

The mechanical left eye was still slowly rotating, and low-frequency pulses remained in the AM resonant slot.

He raised his hand and wiped his face.

Engine oil dripped from his cheekbone down to his chin.

In the distance, amidst the storm, a dozen blinding searchlights shone brightly.

First, the lights.

Then there's the engine.

The roar of heavy internal combustion engines came from behind the red sand.

One.

Three vehicles.

More than a dozen vehicles.

Tracked vehicle.

Modify armored trucks.

Oil tanker trucks covered with welded steel plates.

The vehicle was equipped with an old-fashioned machine gun and rocket launcher on the roof, and had skull and crossbones symbols and old Blue Star military plates on its body.

They pressed in from the depths of the storm, their tires crushing the cracked ground and pushing the red sand into two rows.

The convoy did not make any announcements.

There was no warning.

All the cannons were pointing towards the Devourer.

Su Yuan glanced at it.

Then he turned to look at Wang Hu.

Wang Hu leaned halfway out of the carriage, his face covered in blood and engine oil.

Su Yuan wiped the engine oil on his hands onto the edge of the damaged car door.

"Car repair."

He paused, looking at the approaching convoy of vehicles from the wasteland.

"Get ready to work."