Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

the other side.

The three trains were parked in the same mountain valley, their bodies squeezed together.

Cedric stood by the door of the first train, his hands in his trench coat pockets, his long, silvery-white hair billowing backward in the mountain wind.

He squinted, his light purple pupils reflecting the gray-white outline of the distant mountains, and remained silent.

Victor jumped down from the steps of the train behind him, his boots making a dull thud on the gravel.

He wore heavy, dark silver plate armor, with a sword engraved on the breastplate—the symbol of the Isabella faction of the Aurora Society.

He walked over to Cedric, holding a two-handed sword with the tip stuck in the rubble, his hands folded over the hilt, his chin resting on the back of his hands.

"Why did you stop talking as soon as you got out of the car?"

Cedric turned to him and said, "Don't you think that's outrageous?"

"What's so outrageous about it?"

"System determination: Twelve trains, ten on our side and two on the opposite side."

"How powerful do you think those two cars would have to be to deserve this assignment in the system's eyes?"

Victor paused for a moment, then tapped his fingers twice on the hilt of his sword. "It could also be a problem with the faction itself. The dragon faction is at a disadvantage, and the system is using kills to balance things out."

Cedric shook his head.

"I've been to other stations in the D&D world, if I remember correctly. This should be the Blackrock Empire."

This place belongs to the war between the Black Dragon Clan and humans.

For decades, the dragon has always had the upper hand.

After hearing Cedric's words, Victor frowned.

The doors of the third train opened.

Zhang Dan walked out, wearing a gold and white monk's robe, the hem of which fluttered in the mountain wind.

He was half a head shorter than Cedric and Victor, but had a handsome appearance.

"Instead of you two sitting here chatting and enjoying the breeze, why don't you think about how to find someone?"

Cedric pulled his hand out of his pocket and took out a yellowed parchment from his bosom.

The lines on the paper are as dense as blood vessels.

"Lady Isabella gave me this. By simply entering the train number, we can pinpoint the location of their members within a 50-kilometer radius."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get moving. Time is running out."

Zhang Dan spoke, his tone showing no regard for Shen Wen and the others, which was indeed true.

He wouldn't have wanted to come if it weren't for Lady Isabella's orders.

They even felt that Lady Isabella was making a mountain out of a molehill, not only gathering the three of them but also preparing so many props.

Cedric then recounted his analysis.

"I was just wondering if there was something fishy about the system only assigning two cars to Shen Wen's group."

Zhang Dan said, "What's strange? Could it be that Shen Wen's train can take on ten of our trains? Perhaps the other train is stronger, and there might even be a Silver-level expert among them."

"But this may not necessarily be related to Shen Wen, and our goal is not to complete the mission. At worst, we will fail. We only need to complete the bishop's mission."

Cedric began, "So we have to test the waters."

"You're going to test them?" Zhang Dan said coldly.

"Aren't there others?" Cedric raised his chin, and Zhang Dan looked around.

His gaze fell on the ten trains nestled in the mountain valley.

Some of the car doors were open, some were closed, and figures could be seen moving around inside the portholes.

Some people had already gotten off the bus and gathered in twos and threes. Some were checking their weapons, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were just standing there in a daze, each with a different expression.

"The black iron ones are useless. Let the bronze ones test the waters and see how strong the other train is."

Zhang Dan and Victor nodded; Cedric was right.

"How about we send some people to join the human camp and go check out the situation in human cities?"

"Welcome to [website/platform name], where a vast collection of novels awaits your exploration!" Victor suddenly said.

Cedric and Zhang Dan exchanged a glance, while Victor looked puzzled.

Cedric said, "When did you develop such a brain?"

The system assignment is just a default assignment, and the assignment often makes people decide on a faction by default, but since it doesn't make people directly join the dragon faction.

That means that you are actually allowed to join the other camp.

Similar incidents have occurred before in faction wars.

"..." Victor didn't speak, or rather, he was too lazy to speak.

"Sure, there's still time."

At that moment, Zhang Dan noticed a red dot suddenly appear on the parchment in Cedric's hand.

"Hmm? There are red dots on this parchment."

Cedric also looked at the parchment, frowning. "No, the place of birth is usually considered to be within the two camps, unless Shen Wen and the others never stopped."

"Otherwise, how could they possibly be in this area?"

Victor's tone was indifferent. "So what do we do now? Let's go kill them together."

"This person may not necessarily be Shen Wen. He could just be one of Shen Wen's passengers. Killing him might alert him."

"What kind of confidence could possibly make them split up?"

Cedric looked at the red dot flashing on the edge of the parchment and then at Zhang Dan, saying, "You're a space mage, why don't you go take a look?"

"Okay, I'll go take a look. Is there anything I need to do?"

"If they're too weak, we can try to capture them. That way, we'll roughly know Shen Wen and his group's strengths and weaknesses."

"it is good."

Zhang Dan nodded, and the next moment, a flash of silver light appeared, and she instantly disappeared from the spot.

……

Shen Wen pulled Qianjun out of the skull of a dragon beast. Dark red blood flowed down the blood groove on the blade, gathered into a drop at the tip, hit the fallen leaves, and seeped into the humus with a soft "plop".

The body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dead leaves and dust.

The massacre is triggered passively.

He added the 10 attribute points he had just gained to his spirit, which jumped from 771 to 781.

He glanced at it and closed the panel, then squatted down, reached into the dragon beast's shattered skull, rummaged through the sticky flesh and blood, and pulled out a dark red dragon crystal.

He took a pot of water out of his spatial pocket, rinsed himself, and threw it into his mouth.

Dragon Crystal flicked between his teeth, the soft, sticky sensation spreading from the tip of his tongue to his throat. The warm liquid slid down, and the Black King bloodline within him seemed to be doused with a spoonful of hot oil, causing it to boil slightly.

He opened the bloodline panel.

[Black King Bloodline Development Progress: 10.7/100]

[Ability Already Acquired: Dragon's Might (Passive/Active)]

[Learn New Ability: Dragon Scales (Passive)]

[Effect: Dragon scales can appear on the skin at will. In dragon scale form, physical defense is greatly increased, and resistance to fire and poison is greatly increased.]

Shen Wen looked down at the back of his hand.

With a thought, a layer of dark scales emerged from beneath the skin, each the size of a fingernail, with edges gleaming with a dark golden luster.

Two hours. Eleven bronze dragon beasts and dozens of black iron beasts.

The bloodline development progress climbed from 1.01 to 10.7.

"Dragon's Might is good, Dragon's Might is useful."

Shen Wen sighed inwardly, thinking that the dragon beasts that came to him with Dragon Might were like a buffet that had been delivered to his doorstep.

As soon as the dragon beasts were activated, they rushed over. Even if they later discovered the danger, once they got close to him, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

The dragon scales on Shen Wen's body disappeared, and he was about to continue forward, not far from where Jinmie was.

And at this time.

A tremendous roar resounded.