sjar Chapter 368 Confronting the Gods
Chapter 368 Confronting the Gods
On the open wasteland, the straight rails meander eastward, and the outline of the moving city gantry is looming. In the fast-moving train, some passengers who are easily drowsy after getting on the train close their eyes and rest in the soft seats.
The slightly shaking carriage is a good helper for passengers to fall asleep. Some passengers who want to experience the travel experience hold cameras and take pictures of the scenery outside the car through the window glass.
The attendants pushed carts through the aisles of the carriages, selling snacks, drinks and Kazdale souvenirs to passengers.
There were only a few dozen people in the last carriage of the train. They were officials from the Simuitai and Tianshi Pavilion. Each of them had his staff and weapon within reach, as if he was on guard against something.
The old Taoist priest surrounded by them folded his arms across his chest, looking calm and composed. An ancient palm leaf fan hung at his waist, and the intricate patterns on the fan were flickering with a breath-like fire.
The flames from the palm-leaf fan drove away countless evil spirits and gods. The old Taoist priest knew those old creatures who valued their lives very well, and they would not fight to the death.
Compared to the calmness of the old Heavenly Master, the officials of the Simaitai and Tianshi Pavilion were extremely nervous. The enemy they called a god possessed special powers that ordinary people could not imagine.
To the god-level enemy, the carriage he was in and even the entire train was just an origami toy that could be manipulated at will.
In the distance, a storm suddenly rose up on the horizon, and the yellow sand swept up to cover the sky. The sky suddenly darkened, and panic and anxiety spread among the passengers.
"Why did the weather suddenly change? Is it a natural disaster?"
"No way, this is my first time taking a train, am I so unlucky?"
"Family members, give the anchor a thumbs up. If you give it 100 thumbs up, the anchor will show you the natural disaster..."
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Faced with the sudden abnormal weather, everyone reacted differently, and whispers gradually sounded in the carriage.
"Kazdel officials guarantee the safety of the train route to all passengers. If there are casualties during the train operation due to natural disasters, the officials will bear all medical expenses and pay a huge amount of compensation."
Many people had the courage to try the train after seeing the official promise in the newspapers and the fact that there had been no natural disasters during the train's operation. No one expected that an accident would happen to them.
"What's going on? Why didn't we receive the alert from the Disaster Messenger?" The train conductor looked anxious as he reported the situation the train had encountered to the military communicator on the other end of the radio communication equipment, hoping that they would come to support as soon as possible.
"We are now flying above the train. Please stay calm, calm the passengers, slow down and stop, and leave the follow-up to us." The aerospace battleship accessed the train's radio communications and instructed the conductor how to handle the situation.
The train was still moving towards the center of the storm. A sandstorm hundreds of meters high rolled over, seemingly trying to bury the train completely. A huge shadow loomed in the violently rolling yellow sand.
Although it was the first time for the two train drivers to encounter such a situation, they did not show any signs of panic and remained calm. They cooperated well, announced the in-car broadcast to remind passengers, and then applied emergency braking in time.
The braked alloy wheels rubbed violently on the track, emitting a series of dazzling sparks, and the harsh sound of metal friction even drowned out the whistling wind.
The huge inertia caused by braking was applied to all passengers. Some people were not prepared for the impact and hit their heads on the table between the seats.
After several braking operations, the train slowed down and stopped in front of the sandstorm that covered the sky. This train had only one locomotive and could not go in the opposite direction. They could only pray that the strength of the carriages could withstand the natural disaster.
In the last carriage of the train, the old Taoist priest who was resting with his eyes closed snorted coldly, then suddenly opened his eyes. He turned into a flash of lightning, broke through the roof of the train, and disappeared into the wind and sand.