Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Lyndon remembered Hughes telling him that so-called witchers are people who have foreign organs implanted into their bodies through transplantation surgery, and use these foreign organs to digest the spiritual power contained in the potions, thereby temporarily gaining superhuman abilities.

Therefore, anyone who has undergone a transplant will experience some unusual changes in their body.

The people in front of them were no exception.

Especially the biggest guy, who was carrying a shotgun.

Although he was dressed, the hand protruding from his sleeve clearly belonged to some kind of scaly creature.

The large palm was covered with dense scales, and the fingernails were sharp and pointed, like five daggers.

"They outnumber us and can't expose themselves. Let's wait until they're a bit further away before sneaking after them to see what they're up to."

Lyndon crouched down against the wall, pondering.

With the enhanced effect of [Chaos Perception], even in the intricate sewer pipes, Lyndon could easily catch up with them and maintain a very safe distance.

And so, Lyndon followed the group, trying to find out why they had come.

On the way, the team members talked about the details of the operation.

Their conversation, carried by the wind, reached Lyndon's ears as he followed behind them.

"It seems the intelligence was correct; there are indeed far fewer ghouls in the sewers!"

"The burly man who was leading the group said, his tone tinged with excitement."

"Even the ghouls that survived were mostly extremely weak and utterly vulnerable."

Another slender, but sharp-eyed, handsome man chimed in. He drew his short sword from his waist, rubbed the blade with his fingertips, then performed a sword flourish in front of everyone before finally putting the sword back in its sheath with satisfaction.

"Ethan! If you suddenly stop twirling your sword again, I'll kick you into the water and give you a good dirty bath!"

When the thin man stopped to practice his swordplay, the woman behind him almost bumped into him.

Because the passageway was slippery, the woman almost lost her footing and only managed to regain her balance with the help of her teammates.

The first thing the woman did after regaining her footing was to tidy her hair, and then she launched into a verbal attack on Ethan.

"Oh, second sister! Don't say that. If I smell bad, no woman will want to come near me."

Ethan wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye and said to the woman insincerely, "If it weren't for me, who would care about those poor women?"

The woman sneered and reached out to grab Ethan's ear.

"Alright! Then let me thank you on behalf of those women for your selfless love!"

Seeing this, Ethan quickly grabbed the hand of the burly leader for protection.

"Big brother! Look at second sister!"

The burly man shouted sternly, "Enough! We're not here for you to fool around! Hannah! Be serious!"

When the burly man spoke, Hannah had no choice but to pout and reluctantly withdraw her hand.

Ethan triumphantly gave Hannah a peace sign.

"You too, Ethan, behave yourself!" the burly man coldly warned. "While the ghouls in the sewers pose no threat to us right now, don't forget why we're here. Our target is the Ghoul King! It won't just sit there and wait for us to plunge our swords into its head!"

The burly man looked at the big guy in the group: "Titan! How many silver bullets do we have left?"

Titan, carrying a shotgun, counted the number of silver bullets.

"Boss, there are thirteen rounds left."

The burly man nodded and said, "That's enough to turn that beast into mincemeat."

He then looked at the shortest man in the group: "Sean, how far are we from Steam Pump Station Number One?"

Sean pushed up his glasses: "There are still over four hundred meters to go."

"Hmm." The burly man's voice was deep and carried an unquestionable authority. "Everyone, prepare for battle. Proceed according to plan. Be aware of danger!"

"yes!"

The five members of the team responded in unison.

After listening to their conversation, Lyndon, who was hiding in the back, was immediately filled with shock and disbelief.

Ghoul King?

They want to hunt the Ghoul King!

The knowledge about alien species that he had learned from books came flooding back to Lyndon's mind.

Ghouls are a social species that live in groups and are under the unified command of their leader.

And this leader is the Ghoul King.

As for the method of electing the leader:

When an old king grows old and is unable to command his people, or when his authority is challenged, a cruel succession mechanism is activated.

During this period, the entire race will fall into a state of leaderlessness, and the ghouls will become extremely weak.

Because all the resources will be seized by the strongest members of the group to strengthen themselves so that they can stand out in the final battle and defend their title as the new king!

The ghoul who becomes the new king will devour a crystal core from the body of the old king.

It is not only a symbol of the leader, but also the source of his kingly power.

With the crystal, the Ghoul King could use some simple spiritual magic techniques.

Such a treasure would naturally attract the attention of many people.

Therefore, many people choose to seize power during the transition between the old and new kings.

At this time, the entire tribe, including the old and new kings, was very weak.

The success rate of robbery is also the highest.

An overwhelming surge of joy welled up in Lyndon's heart.

He took off the bundle he was carrying and looked at the fangs inside.

"No wonder these ghouls look so weak; it turns out a new king is changing!"

Lyndon couldn't help but sneer.

Fangs? What are these fangs compared to anything now!

Something better is waiting for me now.

The value of a ghoul king!

Its organs, its fangs, and its crystal core are all far more valuable than these ordinary fangs!

If we can obtain it, whether to use it to repair relations with Alastor or as a resource to enhance our own strength, it will be a huge gain!

"It's like a godsend..."

Lyndon whispered, a shrewd smile curving his lips.

He suddenly had a brand new idea, a new idea that would make him incredibly wealthy.

As the saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

Lyndon decided to find an excellent position so that the Witcher squad could first weaken the Ghoul King's power. Once they were almost exhausted, he would then seize the opportunity to take the Ghoul King's core.

"I hope you won't let me down."

Lyndon prayed silently for them.

Now, all he needs to do is wait, wait until both sides are exhausted and both are completely worn out.

Then, he will reap all the rewards.

……

The Witcher squad at the front was completely unaware that a creature more dangerous than a ghoul was following behind them.

They followed the directions Sean had given them and headed toward Steam Pump Station No. 1.

The No. 1 steam pump station was one of the earliest hydraulic stations designed during the industrial revolution in Chongqing.

At that time, industrial development and population growth led to the city's waste being directly discharged into the Thames River.

This ultimately triggered an unprecedented massive pollution incident.

To solve this problem, the king at the time ordered the construction of a completely new sewer system.

Steam pump station No. 1 was built as a result.

It was designed by a brilliant engineer named Joseph.

Under his design, the massive steam engine operated efficiently, pumping up sewage, crossing elevation differences, and discharging it into the sea.

Later, the kingdom built steam pumping stations No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4 on the basis of Joseph's work.

As for the original No. 1 pumping station, it gradually faded from the historical stage.

"We've arrived!"

Sean looked at the space in front of him and said.