Chapter 511: Leap Migration (4K)

Wanli Fengdao's stoic expression shattered instantly, his contorted face perfectly embodying the four characters "dan teng ju jin."

Bro, I just finally managed to look cool, and you have to ruin the vibe? Wait—this is outer space vacuum, how the hell are you even making sound?

Wanli Fengdao spun Zhan Long, using its blade's reflection to glance behind him—he saw hundreds of high-pressure gas tanks hovering around Master Pi Fu, their openings wide, spewing compressed gas into a continuous stream, carrying sound through it.

Worse still, Master Pi Fu wore a miniature action camera on his chest, its lens sharply focused on Wanli Fengdao's back.

Oh shit, no!

Mission recordings are a standard feature in the arena; players keep their own action cam footage and exchange it with teammates to replay the mission from every angle and identify areas for improvement.

If you upload the full mission recording to Fei Wang with a title like "Wan-Character Analysis! How Brilliant Was the Tactical Duel of This Lv33 High-Level Player? Did You Even Understand It?"

Or something like "Don't Laugh! You Can't Even Pass Stage Two," and set it to paid mode, you could rake in another wave of subscription views.

Being watched by tens of thousands while naked in space, then having every major guild's expert team analyze it frame by frame, turning it into a classic training case for countless new players—no way!

"Cough! Cough!"

The Bai Ma Mu Bei, freed from the mechanical zongzi, sucked in a breath of thin oxygen and punched back the swarm of dense mechanical arms.

Nearby, the interdimensional players who had freed themselves also deployed their own techniques to repel the extending limbs of the mechanical python, buying as much time as possible.

The Griffin summoned thunderstorms, lightning strikes coming one after another. The Rabbit Ranger's arrows rained down relentlessly. The centipede octopus, submerged in a glass fishbowl, unleashed psychic force, cooperating with the Fungus King to twist the mechanical arms into knots.

The Green Train's stop durations at each station varied—short ones lasted 1–2 minutes, long ones up to 8 minutes, depending on station size and passenger count.

Based on prior experience, the Green Train would restart in one minute. Once it resumed motion and performed a spatial leap to escape this vacuum star region, they'd be safe.

Li Cheng silently clenched his levitation engine—the mechanical python named Alpha had no conventional head, or even a central nervous system, making it impossible to kill with a single strike, so he could only—

"Move aside."

Wanli Fengdao faintly heard the steady voice from far behind; before he could turn (mainly because he wasn't wearing clothes and dared not), the sparse air in the vacuum turned into a gale, shoving him sideways.

Light travels at roughly 299,000 kilometers per second in vacuum; Wanli Fengdao's retinas didn't even form a afterimage before he saw Li Cheng instantly pierce through Alpha's body, turn, aim, then elbow-strike.

After two rounds of light-speed elbow strikes, 45% of Alpha's main torso was torn apart, countless shattered metal fragments drifting through the cosmos.

The Bai Ma Mu Bei exclaimed, "Success?"

"Not yet."

Wanli Fengdao's expression turned grim; his hands never stopped pulling on his clothes and pants.

He was experienced and well-traveled—he instantly grasped the true nature of the battle: in vacuum, where no medium existed, Master Pi Fu's light-speed elbow strikes had lost the critical power boost from compressed-air Ma He rods, relying solely on their inherent spatial expansion property for direct physical damage.

The mechanical python was massive and lacked obvious weak points; despite losing 45% of its torso, it retained full mobility—and instead, it deliberately split its body into twenty-plus segments.

Each segment was independently powered by its own engine, drifting and scattering across space, denying Li Cheng any chance to destroy it in one blow.

Then, most of the segments, like space destroyers, slowly yet swiftly rotated to face Li Cheng sideways, lifting their metal armor plates to reveal dense arrays of cannons—each with different calibers, all pitch-black.

Bang!

His brain automatically imagined the sound of synchronized cannon fire; the cannons operated on the same principle as Gao Si weapons—using electromagnetic fields to propel metal projectiles, achieving an absurd muzzle velocity of 10 Ma He, or 3,400 meters per second.

Li Cheng and Alpha were five kilometers apart—meaning the nearest projectile would reach him in under 1.5 seconds.

Shhh—

His left hand flung out Shadow Peregrine toward the train; his right hand tore a Edge Vehicle from the void, switching it to aircraft mode, accelerating to zero speed instantly, executing evasive maneuvers.

The Edge Vehicle, an AI system surpassing Grey Rain in intelligence, actively intervened during its morphing process, adapting to the vacuum environment.

While retaining its basic aircraft form, it installed small thrusters on all sides—front, back, top, bottom, left, right—capable of controlling direction and attitude with the precision of a space station's attitude control engines.

Right now, the aircraft rolled downward with G-forces so extreme they'd knock out real-world fighter pilots, dodging the first barrage, then sharply lifted and drifted sideways, barely evading the second wave of continuous fire.

Simultaneously, the segments not participating in the cannon volley continued their assault on the Green Train.

A mechanical arm that had penetrated the eleventh carriage silently thrust out a Gao Zhoubo vibration-cutting blade, slicing off two chunks of flesh from the two insect-like intelligent beings that kept swinging swords in resistance, stuffing them into a cannon shell.

The other mechanical arms converged, opened their nozzles, and blasted forth a torrent of high-temperature plasma, engulfing the carriage.

The two insect-like beings were instantly vaporized, then reborn inside the cannon shell, far from the carriage.

This time, Alpha wouldn't let them return to the train—the electromagnetic cannon roared, firing the insect-like beings beyond the range of the Immortality Field, then detonating the warhead, annihilating them on the spot.

Broken fragments drifted in the gravityless star sea; green blood coalesced into perfect spherical droplets—even when the corpses drifted back into the Immortality Field's range, they still failed to revive.

In the fifteenth carriage, Lei Yesi clearly witnessed this—he gritted his teeth and shouted to Claudia, "Guard me!"

He pulled from the void a brass tool, identical to a clockwork key, and slammed it into his own chest, twisting it counterclockwise with all his strength.

Creak—creak—

The sound of cracking bones echoed through Lei Yesi's limbs and bones; he roared in agony, his entire body beginning to disintegrate from his fingers and toes.

Nails peeled off, skin split, tendons snapped, bones shattered, organs ruptured.

As if thrown into a grinder, Lei Yesi's body below his head completely shattered, blood pooling on the floor.

Amid the crimson blood, the ink of his tattoos boiled and churned.

【Tattoo Fruit · Awakening Skill · The Colossus of Huitzilopochtli】

Tattoo ink gushed out at a volume far exceeding its capacity, scattering all mechanical arms inside the carriage, then surged outward into space, taking form as a fifty-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, imposing giant silhouette.

Adorned with vividly colored bird feathers and lavish gold jewelry, it held in its left hand a massive shield studded with bells, and in its right, a Maquahuitl—a wooden paddle-shaped weapon inlaid with obsidian blades.

The giant's face was not that of Huitzilopochtli (the Aztec god of war, sun, and fire),

but that of Cuauhtémoc, the last ruler of the Aztec Empire in the 16th century.

This man was regarded in Mexico as a national hero who resisted invasion and defended independence, though his death was somewhat pathetic—he was captured after defeat, had his feet roasted by Spanish invaders to extract gold, then hanged after a failed rebellion.

In short, Cuauhtémoc's image itself had accumulated immense collective willpower in Mexico—this willpower was the finishing touch that allowed Lei Yesi to summon beyond his level.

"Tonatiuh, citlalli, Miquiztli!"

The Colossus roared a Nahuatl war cry, its left circular shield blocking incoming electromagnetic shells, its right Maquahuitl slashing through the remaining fragments of Alpha clinging to the train.

"Well done!"

Far away, the Rabbit Ranger exhaled sharply; whether they liked it or not, all players were now tied to the same rope, "Hey, Ray—"

"Lei Yesi!"

The third-in-command of the Harrisco Group weakly cried out, his shattered body rapidly regenerating under the effect of the Eternal Field, his muscles appearing shriveled due to the absence of tattoo ink within his body.

Without the Eternal Field, he would never dare use this awakening technique, which carries such a high cost.

At this moment, Li Cheng activated the phasing function of the Edge War Vehicle, dodging the third volley of artillery fire, then retracted the Edge War Vehicle and used the 【Familiar Swap】 skill to exchange positions with the Shadow Peregrine, returning to the carriage.

He wiped away nonexistent sweat from his forehead and gave a thumbs-up. "Well done, Rebus."

?

You still can't even get my name right, you teammate? And why Rebus? Aren't you afraid Xiaomi SU7 URL Ultra might spontaneously activate and come over?

Lei Yesi's expression was strained. The Guatemus Colossus War Machine possesses a degree of autonomous awareness, capable of fighting independently without constant supervision or direct control, and its defensive capabilities are astonishing—it can only be damaged by divine energy attributes or conceptual-level forces.

With the Colossus holding back the Alpha Mechanical Python, the final waiting period for departure ended. As the carriage door began to close, all the floating fragments of the Python's body simultaneously ignited their engines and launched themselves in a suicidal charge toward the green-skinned train.

The train remained utterly unmoved, as solid as a rock.

Instead, the Alpha Python perfectly regenerated after being shattered—most of its body mass had entered the Eternal Field, allowing it to heal.

One side of its body extended dense, centipede-like segmented limbs that clung firmly to the carriage door, preventing it from closing; all electromagnetic cannons flipped upward, replaced by rows of hexagonal nozzles.

"Shit."

The same thought rose simultaneously in the players' minds: these nozzles emitted streams of high-temperature plasma capable of washing human bodies into fundamental particles.

When the train was moving, it was manageable—the hull was sealed, and internal air pressure systems kept the particles contained; even if someone died, they could still respawn.

But now the door was open, and the plasma stream was sweeping through the carriage—every passenger was likely to be vaporized, their bodily fundamental particles drifting outside.

And once most of those fundamental particles escaped outside, passengers would only respawn outside the train, unable to return aboard.

I haven't even boarded yet. jpg

The hexagonal, honeycomb-like nozzles rapidly preheated, glowing with a faint purple light. In the blink of an eye, even Li Cheng barely had time to pull from his 3D storage warehouse frozen lamb, pork, and beef that had been chilled for who-knows-how-long, and affix them to his body like a ragdoll.

He hoped this would increase his body mass, thereby raising the probability that most of his fundamental particles would remain inside the train.

The nozzles' glow shifted from purple to blue—just then—

Hum!

A piercing sound reverberated through all twenty-two carriages of the train.

Every nozzle pressed against the carriage door severed cleanly, their cut surfaces mirror-smooth, devoid of even a single metal burr.

The friend of the Headless Reindeer—the skeletal knight named Tung Bone—had half his body protruding from the door of the ninth carriage, still holding the pose of swinging his twin greatswords.

No torrential sword qi, no dazzling light waves—this single strike directly severed space itself, detaching the Python's segmented limbs and hooks from the green-skinned train.

The mechanical components left behind in the carriage automatically flew back to the Python; the train's carriage door slowly closed. Tung Bone and the Alpha Mechanical Python gazed at each other from afar—the former silently retreated into the train and returned to his original seat.

The train's whistle hummed; the starlight in the cosmic background twisted and spiraled. In the next instant, the green-skinned train directly teleported, leaving this cosmic region and appearing above a winding river whose flow rivaled the Amazon, twenty meters above the water's surface, gliding steadily forward.

The river surged endlessly; no living thing could be seen beneath its waters. The surrounding silence was terrifying.

Claudia hesitated, lowering her voice to ask: "Did we escape?"

"Temporarily."

Wan Li Fengdao's expression was grim. That mechanical Python weighed three hundred thousand tons—ten times heavier than Godzilla. Had the green-skinned train not originated from the Killing Ground and been protected by its rules—

The Python could have simply rolled over and flattened all passengers into 2D, sending them collectively into the second dimension.

Not to mention it carried nuclear fusion engines and an unimaginable number of future weapons.

"Wait a minute—this isn't even a punishment mission?!"

Lei Yesi's face turned pale as he slammed his palm against his forehead. "By real-world standards, that mechanical Python corresponds to at least a Deep Red alert level—one volley could ignite an entire city, one breath could annihilate an entire elite army equipped with transcendent beings. Is this even within our level to fight?"

"Your mission is to escort the Annihilation Device. My mission is to transport the four-dimensional space module. We weren't required to fight the mechanical Python."

Wan Li Fengdao frowned tightly. "Our immediate priority is determining whether the Python will pursue us, and why it attacked the passengers on the train."

"No wonder you've survived so long—you've already adjusted your mindset so quickly. Truly a veteran of the Killing Ground."

Li Cheng praised him, pulling out a blast-proof, waterproof, radiation-resistant keypad phone. "Before departure, I downloaded an offline version of the GOC public database. Maybe we can find eyewitness records there."

He swiftly tapped the phone's keys—then his expression abruptly changed.

"What's wrong?!" the other players asked in unison, tense.

"Breaking news,"

Li Cheng took a deep breath, rotated his phone screen to show the news app's push notification: "Today at noon, the renowned martial artist, actor, film director, and producer Chen Gangsheng (Jackie Chan) peacefully awoke from his nap."

???

Are you fucking kidding me? Making up news like this? What kind of bullshit app is this?

The group fell into awkward silence. Wan Li Fengdao's expression was especially pained—Li Cheng had just transmitted the action camera's video via Bluetooth to his phone and imported it into a self-made thread on the offline player forum, ready to post the moment internet access returned,

even renaming the file,

《Lv33 Cold Sword Immortal Cosmic Photo Set—No Watermark—105P-5V/5728MB—2 Game Coins to Subscribe and View》