Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Tobias couldn't help but speak, his voice tinged with confusion.

"Why do you do this?"

Other transport teams tried everything they could to reduce the weight of their transport vehicles.

But the little mage in front of me not only didn't lose weight, he actually gained it double—double the weight of Lieyang, damn it!

If the deputy chief of staff hadn't been there, Tobias would have loved to ask Lin Gui, "Are you out of your mind?"

Lin Gui glanced at him, his tone indifferent.

"Is it wrong to challenge my limits?"

These words brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

They looked at the weight they were carrying, which was already far beyond the limits of the scorching sun...

Using this to challenge your limits?

Tobias was still trying to persuade Lin Gui to remove the weights he had just added.

With just an empty vehicle, the other party had already exceeded the standards required by Lieyang.

Tobias even suggested that he get Lin Gui a standard Sunfire Car.

But Lin Gui rejected them all.

The deputy chief of staff, however, became interested and told Tobias not to stop him.

Tobias could only let them do as they pleased.

Everything is ready.

All the participating team members boarded their respective transport vehicles.

Some people climbed into the driver's cab, while others stood on the observation deck atop the carriage.

Someone leaned against the edge of the carriage, arms crossed, gazing toward the desolate wilderness.

Aldrick returned to the podium and looked around.

His gaze swept over the transport vehicles that were all ready to depart.

From the morning star to the bright moon, it finally landed on that dark, blazing train.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"You've all heard the precautions many times."

"You've all seen the route map."

"I'll only say one thing—"

He paused for a moment.

"Come back alive."

No one applauded, no one cheered.

Only a few captains nodded silently, gripping the reins tightly.

The selection process for the transport team has always been brutal, even though each vehicle is led by at least one legendary figure.

No more than half of the participants return from each selection meeting.

In other words, at least half of the people will die in the mouth of the devil.

Aldrick raised his right hand.

Then put it down.

"Set off."

The moment the words were spoken, all sorts of roaring sounds erupted from the docking platform.

The Morning Star-level transport vehicle was the first to move.

Without levitation abilities, the convoy's wheels rolled dully as they churned across the ground.

One after another, they drove along the designated route towards the wasteland.

The flags hanging on the vehicle fluttered in the wind, and the badges on the flags cast blurry shadows in the sunlight.

The convoy with levitation abilities is much quieter.

The monks stood at the front or back of the vehicle, gently waving their staffs, and chanting aloud.

The massive vehicle slowly rose into the air, barely ten meters off the ground, and drifted forward shakily.

With just one body length, it surpassed the land-based transport convoy, demonstrating the importance of levitation.

Three transport vehicles of the Haoyue class followed closely behind.

They were several times larger than the Morning Star, but they were not slow.

One of the vehicles was being controlled by an old mage dressed in a dark blue robe.

His levitation skills were superb; the car gracefully glided through the air at a height of fifteen meters.

This attracted a lot of attention from high-level officials, and even Audrey took a second look.

The audience began to disperse.

The people in the stands stood up, stretched, yawned, and walked towards the exit in twos and threes.

Some people were still looking back, but most had already turned around and started discussing what to have for dinner.

This is the selection meeting for the transport team.

Akara's most prestigious tournament, yet it has the lowest viewership.

There were no dazzling magical clashes, no intense close combat, and no moments that would get your blood pumping.

Viewers will not see how the transport team evades demons in the wasteland, how they struggle to survive on the edge of forbidden territory, or those thrilling life-or-death moments.

All they could see was a bunch of lumps of iron slowly disappearing into the distance before heading home.

We'll wait anywhere from a month to half a year before coming back to see who's alive.

That's it.

The hype wasn't even as high as the qualifiers a few days earlier.

Not to mention compared to those magic competitions and academy tournaments.

Some people reached the exit, but their pace slowed down.

One person stopped.

Then came the second, and the third.

They turned their heads and looked at the dock.

The pitch-black, blazing sun train remained stationary, motionless.

The black-haired monk in front of the car sat on his staff, his hands resting on his knees, as if waiting for something.

More and more people stopped in their tracks.

In the stands, the nobles and merchants who had stood up to leave sat back down.

Someone asked in a low voice.

Why isn't he leaving?

The person next to him shook his head.

On the dock, Aldrick frowned slightly.

He looked at Lin Gui, then at the motionless train.

Morgan and the others were standing on the train, along with Turan.

Turan is a proctor at the Blazing Sun level and will oversee the entire transportation process of the Blazing Sun transport vehicle.

For the selection of transport teams of Morning Star rank or higher, the guild will assign an examiner of at least Legendary rank.

Responsible for recording routes, verifying results, and intervening in rescue efforts when necessary.

In the past, those at the Sun-level were all legendary high-ranking ministers.

But this time, at Audreck's instruction, Turan personally oversaw the process.

He didn't pay much attention to Lin Gui's lingering.

His gaze was drawn to the transport vehicle beneath his feet.

At first, I just thought it was strange.

Once he boarded the train himself, the strangeness turned into the eeriness.

The soles of the shoes were radiating heat.

He glanced down and saw that the dark red molten metal beneath his feet was still steaming faintly through the gaps in the iron plate.

The weld joints are rough and uneven, with some weld beads protruding and some areas not even fully welded, leaving long, thin gaps.

Steam seeped out from those cracks, carrying a smell of rust and coke.

He took a few steps forward, his gaze sweeping across the surface of the carriage.

The densely packed hammer marks, varying in size and depth, some overlapping and others crooked, resembled the frantic hammering of an impatient blacksmith in a very short time.

The entire train was a hastily made, shoddy, unfinished product.

Turan frowned slightly.

His gaze shifted to the conspicuous long horn.

The spiral horn, forged from heavy iron, was shiny black and its surface was engraved with weight-increasing runes. The runes gleamed with a dark luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He looked down along the horn and saw that the incantations were densely distributed in every corner of the horn, leaving almost no blank space.

He shifted his gaze to the point where the train met the corner.

There were two large, oddly shaped structures there, like fish gills.

The metal gills are slightly open, with sharp edges and hollow interiors, revealing a dense network of wide, circular channels.

Each piece is more than half a person tall, inserted at an angle into both sides of the front of the train, blending seamlessly with the overall lines of the train.

Turan squinted, took two steps back, and brought the entire train into view.

Well.

This strange car certainly gave him a strange feeling.

Like a long fish.

The head, which connects to the horns, is the widest part, bulging out to the sides like a fish's skull.

The car body gradually narrows from the front to the rear, and at the rear, the cabin becomes very small, like a fish's tail.

The two gill-like structures are positioned perfectly at the junction of the head and the body, as if they were truly for breathing.

He turned his gaze away and looked at Morgan.

"What is this for?"

Morgan paused for a moment, then realized that the other person was asking him a question, and quickly bowed slightly.

His voice carried a respectful, cautious tone.

"It's the place that speeds up the train, Lord Turan."

Turan's brow furrowed even more.

Growth rate?

He glanced at the two gill-like metal structures, then at Lin Gui's back.

Why is a device designed to increase speed shaped like fish gills?

Moreover, trains made of heavy iron and blessed with weight-increasing incantations are already ridiculously heavy. Talking about speed increase is a contradiction, isn't it?

Morgan noticed his confusion, and his expression became somewhat complicated.

He sighed.

"You'll find out soon enough, sir."

He paused for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the black-haired figure sitting on a staff in the direction of the car.

"Hopefully, Lord Lin Gui will be more restrained by then."

Turan: "???"

He glanced at Morgan's still-frightened expression, then at the back of the black-haired mage ahead.

The legendary mid-level half-mage spoke with an indescribable, almost fearful tone.

He remained silent for a moment, without asking any further questions.

He simply turned around, leaned against the edge of the carriage, crossed his arms, and looked at Lin Gui.