This game is so weird!

A dangerous street battle unfolded in Godowie, a town that had been swept clean by the Fat Raven helicopter.

However, with players using oxygen tanks to clear a path without any regard for morality, the buildings where gunfire could be heard were quickly bombed, and the Orcs who came out to try to change cover were smashed to pieces by several Raven helicopters hovering in the air.

Although it's not a good idea to think this way, Ye Yu was actually quite glad that this was one of the earliest areas where the orcs invaded the Jaxintu Plateau, and there were no humans left.

Otherwise, who knows if one or two people might be accidentally injured during such a violent cleanup process.

That would be too upsetting.

As the last building, where Orc soldiers were concentrated and still firing fiercely to prevent players from entering, was destroyed by several captured mortar shells, the entire town returned to peace.

The players packed their loot into their bags and gradually arrived at the station on the edge of town, waiting for the train to arrive.

At that moment, a long strip of light, a mix of gunmetal gray and dark night, appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching the town of Godovie, accompanied by a gradually increasing high-frequency electromagnetic hum.

Looking at the train in the distance, its rough, unconventional design defying streamlined aesthetics yet hurtling at high speed, Old Bin couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "This thing can actually run that fast?"

"The Taro Column is a high-speed maglev train."

Bard proudly introduced the train to the veteran, saying, "Originally a civilian maglev train used for commercial transportation, it's extremely fast, enough to make even flying 'predators' have a hard time catching up."

"Is that so..."

Old Bin nodded, muttering to himself, "I thought it was a military train. How come commercial maglev trains always look so ugly?"

As the train rapidly approaches, its appearance gradually becomes clearer.

This idea has also quietly emerged in the minds of many players. Upon closer inspection, it is quite different from the streamlined front design of the Harmony and Fuxing trains that players on Earth are already accustomed to.

The Tello Column before me is more like a steel monument welded together with rivets, steel plates, and the smell of smokeless gunpowder, silent as a leaden cloud, yet majestic as a Gothic colossus in the wilderness.

The entire train was imbued with a crude pragmatism.

Its wide front end is like a massive steel shield forged to be incredibly sturdy, devoid of curves, only featuring a cold, flat surface and sharp edges. The paint is the most practical gunmetal gray and midnight black for the battlefield, and on this base, you can see old scratches and mottled oil stains, as if they were scars that this behemoth was born with.

As the train drew closer but did not slow down, and especially when he saw the occasional bloodstains on the train's windows, Marcus's usually gentle face froze.

Before he could even ask, the unfortunate news came through the communication channel.

"Marcus, the Tyro Pillar was hijacked by the Orcs at the previous station."

Holy crap!!

The white cat standing next to Marcus could no longer remain silent after hearing this. "Such an important train, and you just let the orcs hijack it like that!?"

"What are the soldiers up there doing?"

"Why don't we just go to the starting station and set off together!"

Players were buzzing with discussion. Although the leaked information had given the impression that the Security Government Alliance was somewhat incompetent, they hadn't expected it to falter like this at such a crucial moment.

How is this any different from the frequent fires on a certain American aircraft carrier? Both involve the inexplicable destruction of their strongest combat force.

"The soldiers on the train are still fighting the Orcs, and the photon missile system is currently intact."

Anya was also very disappointed with COG's deployment, but she suppressed her emotions and continued her communications work. "However, the Orc offensive is very fierce. The control room of the Taro Pillar has been destroyed, and the train cannot be stopped."

"Marcus, soldiers, you need to board and land."

"Dear explorers of the guild, we are very grateful for your help. If you have any concerns, you may choose not to board the train. This is an accident caused by an internal problem within our Security Government Alliance. We will submit an application to the guild to complete the mission ahead of schedule."

"Now, the previously issued task is complete."

The players were very excited to hear Anya's words.

What?! You want me to go down right now?! Who's going to pay the ten dollars I lose?!

This is such a rare opportunity to jump off a train! It's so exciting!

A few more rational players glanced at the quest list but remained silent. They were told the quests would be completed ahead of schedule, but not only were they not settled, a new, golden quest requirement appeared: "Board the Taro Pillar Train"—what was this all about?

Another day of the dog-like planner acting like a monster.

I have a feeling that the game planner and the character/story designers had a falling out, because there are inconsistencies between their work.

"We'll go up with you."

After speaking with Marcus, Night Rain and White Cat walked to the edge of the platform to choose their preferred spot to jump off the train.

Seeing this, the other players also walked forward in twos and threes, and soon they all surrounded the railway. Two players even climbed onto the rain shelter above the platform, deciding to jump down from a higher position, which would increase their success rate.

Looking at the players gathered in twos and threes around the railway, showing no sign of backing down, Marcus, Dom, Bard, and Cole couldn't help but feel a little teary-eyed.

What wonderful people they are! How could we have suspected them of having ulterior motives before?

What malicious person would be willing to risk a gruesome death to help a group of complete alien losers they've never met?

Shaking his head to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts, Marcus and the other three stood next to Night Rain and White Cat, nodded to the players who turned to look at them, and prepared to jump onto the vehicle together.

With a deep hum, the maglev-powered Taro Column quickly rushed into the town and pulled into the platform.

The wide front of the car resembles a giant steel shield forged to be incredibly sturdy, with no curves, only a cold, flat surface and sharp edges.

On the gunmetal gray paint, one can see old scratches and mottled oil stains, as if they were scars that this behemoth was born with. When the light sweeps across it, it is not a soft diffuse reflection, but rather a cold metallic gleam on every undulating rivet and armor weld.

Watching the car rushing past and hearing the electromagnetic buzzing in her ears, Ye Yu swallowed hard.

"Let's go!"

Bud, who was next to Ye Yu, patted him on the shoulder, took a running start, and leaped forward onto the flatbed cargo box with an anti-aircraft machine gun mounted at the rear.

Without hesitation, Ye Yu, who had been slapped, took a deep breath and ran out, closing her eyes and leaping into the air, landing heavily on the platform. The players on the platform also jumped down, most landing safely. Except for a few players who hadn't calculated their landing points well and were knocked away by cargo on the platform, there were surprisingly no casualties.

The squad that participated in the special operation were mostly veteran gamers; they'd jumped off trains and stolen trains before.

Although this game is quite realistic, and although dying can be painful, it's only a matter of blinking an eye, and you're back to life in a few minutes.

No sooner said than done.

The player had barely jumped onto the train when the Taro Pillar sped past and rushed out of the station.

At this moment, the pride of industrial civilization and the savage, bestial power seemed to merge into one. It was no longer just a train, but an arrow of judgment released from a bow, aimed at the day that would end the war.