Chapter 957: Weng Falos (5)

"Carriage, prepare to separate! Three… two… one!"

In the universe, the engine at the train's rear spewed scorching flames, heading toward the center of that endlessly looping light band—Weng Falos.

Closer and closer… closer and closer, the light band kept expanding before the eyes, then the carriage seemed to pass through something, the view entered an unknown darkness, but at that moment—

"Mimi?"

A very light, thin voice sounded beside Xing's ear.

Xing felt her consciousness a bit muddled and murmured, "Who is it?"

There was no response.

But the silence lasted only a few seconds; the next moment her sight cleared. Light surged into her eyes, and the darkness suddenly vanished— the train had pierced the clouds and entered inside Weng Falos. In an instant, mountains, rivers, earth… under the dim sky, countless scenes rushed past the window at such speed that no detail could be discerned.

But just as Xing was about to lean against the window to take another look, suddenly—

"Boom—!"

A massive spear suddenly shot straight from an unseen direction, piercing the flying carriage with pinpoint accuracy!

The two hadn't even reacted before flames instantly engulfed half the carriage. A scorching gust slammed into them, Xing's hair was blown into a wild frenzy, and harsh alarms and red lights blared wildly!

The carriage beneath their feet tilted violently, the control lever failed, and for a moment Xing only saw the mountains outside the window spinning wildly, heaven and earth inverted; after a fierce jolt, darkness fell over her vision, and she lost consciousness completely.

Kamen Rider Builid.

"???"

Long, I almost stared my eyes out.

"This, this… ah???"

Even after going through Beloberg, he had imagined being treated as an enemy the moment he arrived in a new world… but is this too fast? Please, can we get a moment to catch our breath and have a drink of water?

Every nation has its laws, every profession its regulations; how could anyone strike at someone they haven't even met? The local forces are terribly impolite!

Besides, isn't the Starry Sky Train a creation of the Star Gods? How could it be blown up right at the start?

"What on earth is happening? Why would someone attack the Starry Sky Train right away? And such a huge spear?" Meikong was left dumbfounded; she hadn't expected the train crew's opening to be so explosive.

For outsiders like them, shouldn't a high‑ranking figure like Yukong or Kokolia, who holds definite authority, first play the good guy, then have others support the train crew as the bad guys to win cooperation? How could they just start fighting immediately?

"This looks bad… the train seems severely damaged, Miss Kishi's safe house plan turned to dust from the start," Zhan Tu calmed down immediately, "Who exactly bears such malice toward the train crew? It shouldn't be…"

"And this massive spear looks like some ancient war weapon… From a physics standpoint, the launch device would need an astonishing amount of stored energy to achieve this effect."

For a moment, he could hardly imagine who could launch such a gigantic spear into the sky with such precision, its destructive power enough to pierce an entire carriage—what divine power is that…?

"After a while…"

Xing, still dazed, opened her eyes; whatever she looked at appeared as four or five overlapping phantoms. She rubbed her head, and the intense vertigo gradually faded after a long time.

"Um…"

Her whole body felt as if it were falling apart.

The Starry Sky Train mentioned earlier was now completely wrecked, blazing with fierce flames, thick smoke billowing upward, fire spewing from the carriage's cracks, licking the metal hull and crackling.

Dan Heng was also flung away, sitting motionless in a corner of the ruins, his fate uncertain.

"... Dan Heng?"

It seems a name should be given to the third‑generation reincarnation…

However, she soon saw Dan Heng's chest rise and fall, proving his vital signs hadn't faded.

(Looks like we need artificial respiration.)

Xing recalled the moment she first met Dan Heng and San Yueqi…

It seemed someone shouted in her ear: "Boldly act!" Such a demonic, seductive tone. She hesitated repeatedly, finally bent down…

"... I'm sorry, Dan Heng."

But as she drew near, Dan Heng suddenly lifted his head, staring blankly, "... Sorry, what did I do to you?"

The mischievous smile on Xing's face instantly turned to disappointment.

"—Sorry, I couldn't protect you properly."

Dan Heng struggled to rise from the ground, looking around, "Um… how long have we slept? After the carriage was hit, you lost consciousness; after I carried you out, I also passed out. Luckily the carriage protected us, otherwise we'd be shattered. Let's first try to contact the train."

Xing and Dan Heng began sending messages among the train fleet; indeed—earlier Kishi said Weng Falos was likely out of interstellar peace communication range, so messages on the phone couldn't be sent at all.

"Sure enough it failed… now we have to rely on each other." Dan Heng looked up carefully at the nearby temple‑like building, "We need to find a safe place as a base. From the surrounding structures and this statue, Weng Falos definitely has a civilization…"

"The bad news is, they may harbor hostility toward outsiders."

Dragon Tribe.

"Looking at the architectural style here, it seems similar to ancient Greece."

Kaisa surveyed the towering local structures of Weng Falos; the column style reminded him of the Parthenon he visited as a child. If Weng Falos were filled with similar temples rather than a coincidental tourist spot, he could almost gauge the civilization level.

"Hmm, that spear that destroyed the train was probably a local war weapon." Kaisa's face showed a conflicted puzzlement. If the local civilization were low, they couldn't possibly forge a weapon that could damage a high‑speed train; conversely, if the civilization were advanced… such a heavily religious temple wouldn't exist.

"These are minor issues."

Angre sat in a chair, one hand holding a cigar thicker than his thumb. Smoke curled around him, partially veiling his hundred‑plus‑year‑old yet still radiant face.

He exhaled a long puff, "An unfavorable start isn't the first time; as long as the locals use cold weapons, it shouldn't be a problem for the two of us."