Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 870 - 492: Wailing

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Su Huan just lay down for a short while, and the four guys inside him began to rebel.

His current situation is neither good nor bad. Although his ability to manipulate the rules is disabled, he is still a strong Tier Three thanks to his damaged body. However, he has no intention of dragging his broken body to explore Eternal Night; the priority is to quickly kill off the four demons.

With a slight thought, his breathing changed from the normal 15-30 seconds to once every 10 minutes, and the beat of the two energy hearts was reduced to once every 2 minutes. His body no longer emitted heat, his metabolism almost halted, and all his energy was used to battle the demons within.

The Pale Demon used a total of two weapons: a magic book and a shotgun, somewhat resembling the armaments defined by Director Xu, but much more powerful.

The double-barrel shotgun inflicted the greatest damage on him, one shot in the front and one in the back, almost blasting him into macaroni. This gun has a special anti-magic effect, easily tearing through the energy barrier set by Su Huan, and the wounds it causes are difficult to heal. Every repair requires a battle against the rules attached to the wound—win a bit, repair a bit. Repairing such a large wound, who knows when it will be done.

Until Su Huan put his right hand on it, as if guided by the gods, watching the demon mark’s greedy biting, he realized he had made the right bet again.

As for the mark’s aftermath, he’ll consider it if he survives to get out.

Without the interference of the rules, Su Huan only spent a tiny bit of energy to repair the main heart. The "Energy Storage Core" smoothly returned to its place, the "Circulating Vortex" operated once more, and the pan energy wandering between heaven and earth surged toward Su Huan like the tide rising with the sunset.

The demons that barely crawled out during Su Huan’s weakness were slapped back by the "Energy Tide" before they could fully escape, letting out futile howls of anger.

But Su Huan only maintained the balance of attrition, to truly consume these four advanced demons, it might take several months lying down, and the exact time...

Su Huan suddenly noticed something amiss; this feeling wasn’t from the demons, but the newly incoming energy within his body.

The pan energy in the Eternal Night Zone is different from that in other large zones!

If personified, it is violent and wild, like the northern snowstorms, sharp and biting.

This energy is essentially still pan energy, but it is mixed with too many other elements, making it difficult to directly apply. Even though Su Huan is a Tier Four "Power Supplier," he has to selectively use it, extracting just one usable portion from two portions of raw energy.

After circulating and extracting it once in the body, more than half is gone.

This means that five portions of energy here equate to only one portion of pan energy outside.

This is calculated based on his efficiency. For a typical Evolver, the energy recovery speed in the Eternal Night Zone would fall to least half!

Someone like Lin Jin, with low attack and high capability, would be like a cannon here, with the loading time exceeding the combat time.

With this debuff, the time for Su Huan to deal with the advanced demons has lengthened significantly, but he is not worried about these things anymore. The Eternal Night Zone offers no retreat, including for the Pale Demon.

To be precise, the rules of the twelve large zones have a suppressive effect on these foreign entities.

If the outside speculation is correct that the twelve large zones represent twelve defensive lines, then what are the two zones behind, and who is the enemy?

Harboring expectations for the secrets of the Eternal Night Zone, Su Huan placed his right hand on his body, concentrating on digesting the demons within his domain.

...

The outside world carries on with its day and night alternation, but the Eternal Night Zone is mostly endless darkness. Every thirty-something hours, the world enters a sort of dim cyan, akin to moonlight, yet darker than moonlight, visible only four or five meters with ordinary vision.

The snowy plains quietly reflect this faint light, flickering a dozen times before a few chaotic footsteps break the silence.

Walking on snow is heavy and sluggish, typically taking half a step and sliding half a step, most of one’s energy spent restraining their legs to prevent them from sliding too far and taking a nosedive.

Falling on the snow isn’t particularly painful, but the act of getting up consumes what little stamina they have.

Despite trying to avoid it, a soldier in the middle of the team still stepped into a snow pit and sat down on the ground, bumping against his teammate.

Seeing this, the seasoned soldier at the front quietly called out a warning.

The two soldiers behind holding guns looked backward, but all they saw was deep cyan-black, not even a faint breeze.

The fallen soldier tore away the cloth covering his mouth, breathing the fresh air deeply, "Sergeant, why don’t we take a break?"

The seasoned soldier checked everyone’s condition, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, "Be careful not to let down your guard."

The soldier said numbly, "What’s the use? If those wicked things come over, they’ll chew us up whole."

The seasoned soldier flickered his eyelids, but looking at the weary appearance of the other soldiers, he could only sigh helplessly. It’s been nearly two years. If not for old loyalties and the inertia of obeying orders, he would have become unable to command long ago, especially as they are far from the base; let the brothers complain all they want.

Thankfully, no one echoed his sentiment, and everyone silently sat by the edge of the snow pit.

This state is worse than complaining, but the seasoned soldier has no solution. He also unintentionally falls into this state of stupor; without someone calling him out, he stays in it for a long time.

He doesn’t think about grand topics like war or peace, or even family, his mind blank.

Everyone knows they’re sick, but no one dares to say so.

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