Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

On the east side of the square, a monster wearing a gray hoodie is fighting with one of Jiang Ning's team members.

He had seen that gray hoodie before; this afternoon at the crossroads square, a boy with bandages wrapped around his leg was wearing it.

He was still recovering from the injuries he sustained in the corpse capital, and he walked with a limp.

Now he no longer limps; his limbs are more than twice the length of a normal person's, and he crawls quickly across the square at an astonishing speed.

His face still retains the contours of his life, but the smile on his face is so exaggerated that it sends chills down your spine.

Jiang Ning's teammate was forced to retreat step by step, the steel pipe in his hand was bent, his hand was bruised and blood was flowing down the steel pipe.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Ning's voice came from the side, and a crimson figure flashed by, slashing horizontally with a long sword. The monster's head flew up and rolled to the ground.

Those who disappeared.

They're all back now.

It turned into a laughing monster.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhao Hai's voice came from beside Chen Ye, low and deep, carrying a suppressed anger.

"I don't know, but one thing is certain: those houses can turn anyone who goes inside into one of them."

"And the process was very quick. These ghostly things used to be people, probably passengers from other trains that had been here before us."

Chen Ye turned his gaze away from Jiang Ning, and swung his cleaver horizontally, the blade slicing across the neck of a monster that was lunging at him.

The blade sliced ​​through the pale skin, black liquid spurted out, the cervical vertebrae snapped, and the monster's head snapped back.

His strength is as high as 10 points, and even without using the Heavy Cannon, the power of his normal attacks far exceeds that of ordinary people.

The cleaver moved with the lightness of a toy in his hands, each strike leaving deep wounds on the monsters.

However, there are too many of these things.

Monsters continued to pour out of the houses with their doors open around the square.

Not just one or two, but dozens, even hundreds.

They come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble humans, while others do not, but all of them have human faces and are smiling.

That smile looked particularly eerie in the dim light of the streetlights.

It's like masks glued to those distorted bodies; no matter how the body moves, the expression on their faces remains unchanged.

"Brother Ye! It seems like we can't kill all these things!"

Qin Zhaoyang's voice came from the direction of the statue's base, carrying an barely suppressed impatience.

His crossbow never stopped firing, one short arrow after another, each one hitting its target with pinpoint accuracy.

However, the B-level talent's "100% accuracy" only guarantees a hit; it does not increase damage.

His arrows could only penetrate two or three centimeters into the bodies of those strange creatures, failing to cause fatal damage.

Qin Zhaoyang had a limited number of arrows, and if he continued firing like this, he would soon run out of ammunition and supplies.

"Conserve your arrows, aim for vital points! Eyes, throat, back of the neck!"

Chen Ye roared as he swung his knife.

Qin Zhaoyang gritted his teeth, slowed down his firing rate, but became more accurate, each arrow hitting the monster's eye or throat precisely.

Zhou Yating's ice arrows continued to deal damage.

Her stamina was dropping at a visible rate, but each ice arrow still dealt effective damage.

After the ice arrow explodes inside the target's body, the ice crystals will tear the monster's flesh from the inside.

Even if they can't kill them instantly, they can still disable them, giving Zhao Hai and his team a chance to finish them off.

"My energy is almost depleted! I only have one energy potion left, should I use it now?"

Zhou Yating's voice came through, carrying a hint of obvious nervousness.

Chen Ye frowned.

Their supplies are expending too quickly; at this rate, the medicine will clearly not be enough.

Zhao Hai's talent constantly depletes his stamina, and he has already used one stamina potion.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng are alright; their passive talents don't require stamina.

Zhou Yating's energy level is almost depleted.

Chen Ye's gaze was also rapidly scanning the battlefield.

The orange glow of the streetlights flickered precariously in the night, like candle flames that could be extinguished at any moment.

The ground was littered with corpses, monsters' and humans', piled up together, with black liquid and dark red blood mixing into streams that meandered along the cracks in the floor tiles.

Gu Qinghuan's throwing knives drew silver-white arcs in the air.

The three knives, like three living silver snakes, darted through the night.

Every knife has its own trajectory, its own rhythm, and its own goal.

The blade on the left slashed across the throat of a crawling monster, spraying out black liquid, and the creature's body went limp as if it had lost its power.

The blade on the right was driven into the eye socket of a multi-limbed monster, the entire blade disappearing into it. It didn't even have time to scream before it collapsed.

The blade directly in front of them made a turn in the air, bypassing the frontal defense of a fleshy monster, and pierced its nape from the back of its neck. The tip of the blade emerged from its throat, bringing with it a spray of black liquid.

The three throwing knives flew back to Qinghuan's side without pausing after the kill, tracing three arcs in the air like three swallows returning to their nest.

She didn't reach out to catch it. The throwing knife hovered around her body for a moment before shooting out again, faster and with a more treacherous trajectory than before.

Jiang Ning was fighting not far away, the roar of the Emperor Engine echoing within his body, and a deep red halo enveloping his body.

His fighting style is completely different from Gu Qinghuan's.

Gu Qinghuan remained still, using her throwing knives to harvest anything that came near.

Jiang Ning moved, her crimson figure weaving through the monster horde, and with each pause, a monster fell.

His long sword had broken, and he had replaced it with the dagger he had retrieved from Zhu Peng's body.

Agility provides an overwhelming advantage in combat that requires high-speed movement.

The monsters were fast enough, but they still couldn't keep up with Jiang Ning. Before the monsters' claws could even reach their targets, Jiang Ning's dagger had already sliced ​​open their throats.

However, Jiang Ning's energy consumption is very high. The Emperor Engine is an active talent that requires continuous energy consumption to maintain the state of doubled all attributes.

Wang Ze and Xia Yan worked together seamlessly.

Any monster that gets close to Wang Ze will be slowed down by the gravity field, which is several times stronger than normal.

Xia Yan's figure flickered continuously within the gravity field.

Her teleportation ability, combined with Wang Ze's gravity field, formed a nearly unbeatable combo technique.

One second she's reaping a monster on the east side, the next she's appearing on the west side severing another's throat.

The two daggers flew through her hands, each flash accompanied by the fall of a monster.

The speed and efficiency are astonishing.

The battle in the square was barely maintaining a balance thanks to the support of high-end combat forces, but this balance was being quietly broken by an unseen enemy.

The monsters suddenly stopped attacking, but then I started hallucinating.

Different voices surged in from all directions at the same time, as if the entire city was whispering.

"Mommy...Mommy, where are you...?"

"I don't want to die... Someone please save me..."

"Open the door...please open the door..."

Chen Ye frowned.

He had heard Wang Ze mention these sounds that afternoon—the sounds the missing people heard, the sounds that lured people into the house.

Now these sounds aren't coming from those houses, but are rising directly in the square.