Witch Troupe and the Undead

They acted like decomposers, disposing of corpses and things that no one wanted to see—a fact that was clear to nobles, royalty, and all other powers.

Therefore, they will not face targeted retaliation, and no one will retaliate against the vultures unless it is a personal grudge against one of the members. In public, they are all normal adventurers. After completing their work, they only need to discard the masks used by the carrion eaters to mark their own people and a red-dyed "soul-guiding flower," and no one will know that they have ever done this profession.

Carrion eaters never reveal their true identities, nor are they always carrion eaters. They can flexibly switch between being ordinary adventurers and carrion eaters. Therefore, this group is the least likely to be silenced, because once they reveal their true identities and what they have done, they will be immediately killed by nearby adventurers.

Just like corrupt officials never report a burglary to the police, the value of the gold and silver in their homes is truly inexplicable.

The scavengers, having received their orders, approached the town in twos and threes. They lacked trust among themselves and had nothing in common except for the shared Soul-Guiding Flower. Betrayal was a common occurrence among the scavengers, so they kept their true identities well hidden.

The leader didn't even want to know where the higher-ups found so many scavengers to do this job, or whether these people... were scavengers whose true identities had been exposed before, but were hidden or rescued for some reason and kept hidden until now for single use.

The town was completely shrouded in darkness except for the lights from the maintenance workshop. The people of Black Crow had drunk the night vision potion made by the little witch from some weeds that looked like wild grass picked from the side of the station. To be honest, they really didn't know that night vision potions could be made like this.

The night wind pattered rhythmically through the wooden windows, and mournful sobs and whimpers echoed from the empty windows and broken holes in the house. Clumps of dry grass rolled across the road, making a soft rustling sound.

The carrion eaters at the front had already drawn their weapons. They never used exclusive weapons that would reveal their identities; instead, they used the most common weapons on the black market, the kind that were not registered with any organization and had the most ordinary appearance.

For example, hand crossbows, short swords, short spears, hand axes, and standard hand-and-a-half swords. As for curved swords, recurve knives, and other weapons that require certain special skills to use, they will be avoided as much as possible.

Weapons like battle axes, which are large and difficult to conceal, will also be avoided as much as possible—after all, it's hard to hide the fact that a big guy carrying a double-edged battle axe has come to town in a place like a tavern.

"Shh~" The sound of something slender swimming across the sand. A throwing knife silently flew into the corner and pinned the thing that made the strange sound. The carrion eater thought it was a snake, but the next second, a tattered straw rope sprang up from the sand and looped around his ankle. With a forceful pull, the carrion eater quickly steadied himself and flicked another throwing knife at the rope.

With a "snap," the throwing knife snapped as it was stretched taut before it could pierce the rope, its age and wear causing the carrion eater to fall silent for a moment before putting the knife away from the ground. Behind him, the metal lamppost slowly and deliberately bent over.

"What!?" The carrion nimbly took a step forward, turned around and threw a throwing knife, but the blade only left a grayish-white mark on the black iron. The decorative structure at the end of the lamppost opened up like a man-eating flower, grabbed the carrion, and then suddenly stood up.

"Wryyyyyyy!" The streetlamp let out a sharp laugh as a human figure was tossed high into the air, even flying over the town's walls, before crashing heavily into the cavalry surrounding the town. "Thud!" Blood splattered everywhere, the flying flesh and bone fragments creating a bizarre and grotesque scene on the ground.

"Looks like there are quite a few traps set inside," the leader said calmly, wiping the blood from his face.

Carrion eaters are adept at dealing with traps. After all, they need to use the traps in the ruins to reduce their own costs when they want to cheat those unlucky adventurers. At the same time, they also need to avoid getting themselves caught in the traps when they go in to retrieve the corpses.

Therefore, many people are very curious about one thing: these scavengers are clearly quite strong and proficient in traps and ruins exploration, so why would they do such a thing? The reason is not surprising at all: greed.

Perhaps it was just a betrayal during a normal adventure, perhaps it was just jealousy after seeing another team return with a full load, or perhaps it was a dependence on the ease of obtaining large amounts of valuable treasure without having to face the risks and puzzles of ruins or fight monsters.

In short, once you've been a scavenger, the feeling of getting rich overnight will stay with you forever. Even if you keep telling yourself that this is the last time, you will always find a better target, especially a well-equipped and inexperienced newcomer, and cross the line again.

Even if a few oddballs are ready to retire from their adventures, it will be difficult for them to return to a normal life. Once their experiences become known, they will become the primary targets of all adventurers, and even many nobles and town guard captains will target them.

For no particular reason, many of the commissions accepted by the adventurers came from nobles, but these scavengers intercepted the items that should have been submitted and sold them on the black market, forcing the nobles to either pay more money to buy them back from the black market or hire more adventurers to snatch them back.

Even though the black market would actively avoid some high-risk stolen goods, for nobles it still meant a loss of face.

Therefore, if they have ever been scavengers even once, they should never talk about it in their sleep, just like those fugitives who can only truly feel at peace on the day they are caught, brought to justice, and sent to the execution ground.

However, even someone as vigilant and adept at dealing with complex environments and traps as Livia encountered a series of mishaps after entering the town. It must be said that Livia's combat prowess in fixed-location battles and adventurous mobile battles are completely different concepts.

Black Crow had already prepared to abandon the outer defenses and retreat, but before these scavengers even got close to the crossroads guarded by Leslie, they stumbled one after another on those makeshift traps.

To be honest, Black Crow was also surprised. Many of those traps were set by the Little Witch under his supervision, and some were set by his subordinates. Given the limited materials and time, they could only serve to delay the enemy and would not have any effect on these carrion eaters. But you can't stop the Little Witch from putting some of her own stuff in there.

Therefore, these scavengers face traps with a certain degree of subjective initiative and any kind of environmental object that may jump out at any time to beat them up. For example, a trap that has just been defused may repair itself as soon as it turns around, and then grow legs to stroll ahead and ambush them.

Or perhaps you find yourself in an empty room, only to be struck on the back with a club the moment you turn around. If you retain any consciousness, you might see the decaying furniture arranged in a menacing formation, like the Eighteen Arhats—"Little Witch, so petty.jpg"

If these things are relatively easy to deal with, since after suffering a few losses, one can at least react, then the real traps set by Black Crow and Roach are not so easy to deal with, especially those gingerbread men.

"Heave-ho~ Heave-ho~" A gingerbread man forcefully pushed a spherical alchemical bomb toward the scavenger below. Almost the instant the bomb landed, the scavenger decisively sidestepped aside and aimed his crossbow at the enemy above. Then... he saw a gingerbread man disappear from the roof, while the bomb rolled a few times on the ground without exploding.

Just as the carrion eater was about to dodge the bomb, it saw a bunch of gingerbread men-like legs sprout from its bottom and then rush towards it—three gingerbread men had crawled into the bomb and were carrying it as they ran.

"Damn it!" The carrion eater promptly put away his weapon and ran, while the bomb behind him laughed loudly and gave chase.

"That's why I say that being enemies with the young lady makes you feel like the whole world is hostile, especially in a place like this where there's no interference." Black Horse looked at the chaos and screams coming from the town and shook his head.

Without barriers, seals, or large-scale rituals like the Great Sin Ritual, the longer Livia has to prepare, the more widespread and absurd the attacks on these guys will become. If the pursuers don't arrive for another two weeks—if Roach and his group stay here the whole time—then they won't be facing a maze of discarded furniture, but rather…

A group of burly houses with brick and stone arms and legs as their bodies, windows as their eyes, and doors as their mouths—an “unknown entity.”

Furthermore, these mysterious, muscular beings would tap on the lampposts in their palms while surrounding the intruder like security guards who had spotted a thief, giving the intruder a "loving reprimand."

"Tsk, still not enough time~" Black Horse tossed the two corpses in his hand to the ground. The living pine tree raised its roots and wrapped the corpses into the ground. Since Black Horse only targeted the stronger ones and the infiltrators who broke through from the railway tracks, no one has noticed anything wrong yet.

Unfortunately, the time here was too short. Only a few trees that the little witch personally infused with magic became living trees. Otherwise... these pursuers might not have made a move at all and would have disappeared silently into the forest along the railway line.

However, Livia would avoid doing so as much as possible outside the Living Forest for a simple reason: the existence she influenced and created in this way would be permanent.

In other words, even if they leave by train, the town is expected to become a true "ghost town," attacking any intruders. As more people die, the fragments of their souls will be further absorbed by the distorted magic injected by the witch, eventually making the ghost town bigger and more terrifying.

Livia tries her best to restrain herself from using abilities that could cause permanent disasters when she is out in public. This is something her teacher has repeatedly warned her about. If she doesn't want to become a "world-destroying witch," she should never use such power casually in the outside world.

Chapter 201 Why is the front of your car so pointy?

"They've reached the intersection. Looks like these guys aren't planning on flanking us anymore." After their initial strategy of spreading out and flanking us backfired spectacularly with the Little Witch's traps and all sorts of random things, even the carrion eaters, who weren't used to cooperating, began to converge on the intersection. Behind them, taciturn, unidentified mercenaries slowly advanced through the safe passages cleared by the carrion eaters.

They maintained a proper distance from each other. If the carrion eaters turned and ran away, they would either plunge headlong into the depths of this ghost town, which contained not only things brought to life by the witch, but also many hidden monsters and strange things.

Or they'll run into those mercenaries. As professional battlefield hyenas, these mercenaries are much more capable than scavengers. A group of them can easily cut off the heads of these "deserters."

"Boss, the other side's behavior seems a bit like... people from Bone Mountain." Bone Mountain is a small country located in the southeast of the continent, sandwiched between the Empire and the Kingdom. Its real name is actually "Mountain United Kingdom". It has stubbornly maintained its independence in several wars. It is said that in the mountains on the border, there are countless skeletons piled up under a thin layer of soil.

The original name was forgotten, and this border mountain, soaked in blood and the stench of corpses, was called "Bone Mountain." As the border of the Mountain United Kingdom, everyone who went out had to pass through Bone Mountain. Therefore, people from other countries called them "Bone Mountain People" or "People from Bone Mountain."

Due to the barren land, scarce resources, and the fact that the only trade route was blocked by both the Empire and the Kingdom of Rada, coupled with the fierce and warlike nature of the local people, Bone Mountain mercenaries have always been in high demand internationally. They are loyal, dutiful, and powerful in combat. Apart from the fact that their prices are high and their level of responsibility is proportional to the employer's offer, which are not really drawbacks, they are basically perfect mercenaries.

Furthermore, most of the Bone Mountain people are taciturn and never reveal their employment history to outsiders. They are often trusted to do dirty work. However, even so, the probability and number of times they are silenced afterward is only the lowest among mercenaries and those doing dirty work, not that it is absolutely impossible.

"They're really going all out," Black Crow remarked. "Miss Leslie, how's it going on your end?"

"Fortunately, I knocked back two of those who were peeking out." To be honest, the mermaid girl's archery skills weren't great, but the bow and arrow she used were enhanced by Roach. The magic arrow she fired directly collapsed a small section of the wall, causing the scavenger who was tentatively peeking out to immediately retreat.

However, as the number of people gathered, it became increasingly difficult for her to hold the position by herself. Fortunately, the wild tit was also there, and her crossbow provided some ranged firepower. In any case, two ranged units were clearly insufficient to stop dozens of times more enemies from surrounding them.

"Is it my turn?" Natalia clutched the last small packet of witchcraft materials. "Wait a little longer."

Black Crow uses the harmless Black Feather Dark Crow he raises to transmit information, which is sufficient when the battlefield is not wide. In addition to transmitting information, the crows circling around the town's clock tower also transmit the battlefield's overview to Black Crow, making it easier for him to adjust his strategy on the spot.

However, these crows have a limited field of vision, and if they stray from their own positions, they will be shot down by the enemy. Therefore, they can only circle in safe areas, which greatly reduces his ability to grasp the situation. In addition, the little witch's strange traps lack intuitive sound and light effects, which also makes it difficult for him to judge the extent of the enemy's damage.

More and more scavengers gathered together. Whether it was the mercenaries steadily pushing from behind or the distrust between them, it was difficult for them to stay in this area for long. Soon, several scavengers quietly bypassed the main road and approached the merchant guild, which was the easiest target, from the side.

The church not only has surrounding walls, but also thick gates and walls. For scavengers who are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, attacking the church would not be a first choice.

"Fire the rapid-fire magic crossbow!!" Black Crow had a very deep impression of Leslie's magic machine gun, after all, it had taken down several of his men. The torrent of bullets it fired made everyone who saw it feel as if the tide of the times was crashing over them.

"Roger!" Leslie put away her magic bow and unfolded her machine gun. Since there was no power supply from Roach, it could only rely on a portable magic pump to draw magic from the ritual field set up by Livia. Therefore, the rate of fire was not as fast as on the train, but the light rattling sound still left an indelible impression on many scavengers and even the mercenaries behind.

The turquoise wind projectiles pierced through the thin wooden planks, and a carrion eater's cloak was instantly torn apart in the storm. The chainmail worn underneath crumbled, and metal fragments flew along with blood and flesh. This was the effect of just a few wind projectiles.

A series of long bursts of fire caused the carrion eaters, who had just stepped out of cover, to retreat without hesitation. Even the mercenaries behind them stopped in surprise, staring at the second floor of the merchant guild that was constantly spraying out wind bullets.

"Mystic!" The mystic, completely shrouded in a robe and under heavy protection, took out an incense burner, a ritual plate, and a silver dagger. Amidst mysterious chanting and dancing, the magical catalysts placed on the ritual plate emitted a dim light.

The primal magic that was mobilized was like the song of a whale in the deep sea. Crystal-clear spears appeared in the void, arranged in a large and a small ring, with four huge white runes on the outside of the ring.

The tactical magic "Meteor Spear Array" is a spiritual mystic spell that extracts the unconscious spiritual power released by all living beings present, combining it with some conceptual power of the ethereal mystic source to summon an intangible spear and four giant rune swords.

After these spears have fully coalesced, they will fall like meteors. Only after all the spears have been used will four giant rune swords descend, delivering the final bombardment to the battlefield—spears clearing away debris, and giant swords slaying elite units. Furthermore, among all tactical spells, this is the one with the smallest range and fastest casting speed, while also possessing relatively high power for its level.

"Retreat!" Leslie decisively ripped off the necklace, smashed the pendant on the ground, then dropped the heavy magic crossbow and ran. Wild Sparrow ran even faster than her.

"Buzz!" The magical defensive ornament created by the little witch exploded, and countless strings of gold and silver runes intertwined and enveloped the building, colliding with the spears that had just fallen and creating dazzling light. As more and more spears fell like a rainstorm, the runes also fluctuated violently.

"Boom!" Four slashing rune swords fell, and the entire second floor of the Chamber of Commerce collapsed. The exploding golden fragments slowly drifted down in the night sky, like countless glowing snowflakes.

Neither Black Crow and his men nor the pursuers noticed that the golden shards of light did not disappear after landing, but instead seeped into the rocks and soil, as well as the abandoned cargo and roadblocks, like liquid.

"Charge in!" As the carrion eaters and some mercenaries strode out of their cover and rushed toward the gap exposed after the collapse of the Chamber of Commerce, behind them, Vilandera on the tower took a deep breath and exhaled her newly recovered dragon breath. Grayish-white mist, shimmering with countless fluorescent lights, descended and cast bright smoke tentacles through the air.

"White phosphorus bomb!?" Roach glanced up at the door and saw the slowly descending smoke. It looked as if someone had fired a white phosphorus bomb on the battlefield. The carrion being enveloped by the ash dragon's breath was no different from being hit by a white phosphorus bomb, and its robe instantly burst into flames.

Bright sparks landed one by one on the armor, the chainmail began to glow red, and the leather armor turned black. Soon the sparks burned through the armor and stained the skin.

As if they were alive, these ashes burned through the skin and muscles as they gradually died down, until they came into contact with the fat, where they reignited and spread rapidly under the skin. The skin gradually glowed from the inside out and was burned until it was charred black.

Grayish-white flames surged from the charred and cracked areas. Those covered by the ash dragon's breath were like Lords of Cinder being set ablaze, their bodies wreathed in faint flames, and they fell one by one before they could even break out of the envelopment zone.

However, some of the carrion eaters who were equipped with protective gear were unharmed, as their magical shields were sufficient to withstand this level of fire attack. This also means that the Ash Dragon's Breath is not very effective against units with magical protection.

However, there was more than one spellcaster on the tower. Natalia decisively triggered the arcane items provided by Roach. These arcane weapons could only be used by Roach, but there were no restrictions if they were only used as catalysts for witchcraft.

One by one, the processed arrows disappeared from Natalia's hands. These secret artifacts possessed magic far exceeding that of ordinary mediums, meaning that if triggered as a medium for witchcraft, they would be extremely powerful. However, they did not change the stability of Natalia's witchcraft at all.

Multicolored orbs of light exploded from her hands, like bursts of festive fireworks, or like the magic wand-shaped firework shells Roach often saw as a child, heading towards the mercenaries and scavengers exposed outside their cover as they charged toward the ruins of the merchant guild.

These colorful orbs of light each have different effects. Some are harmless, but after landing, they turn the ground into a poisonous swamp. Others, like heavy crossbow bolts, carry the unlucky targets seven or eight meters away. Still others teleport the targets to some unknown place. Even worse, those that hit rocks and wood are teleported dozens of meters into the air and then fall down, smashing the unlucky people below and making them run for their lives.

"Arcanist, take care of that clock tower!" More spears were generated in the void. Livia, who had already finished smelting and assembling, glanced at the sky. Just one glance, and the entire spell structure collapsed in an instant. She had simply commanded the tiny fragments of the fallen souls within this incredibly precise ritual to converge towards the magic circle.

Just like dropping a few coins into a finely tuned airplane engine, all sorts of fragments sprayed out instantly. The shattered spiritual magic was like transparent raindrops falling from the sky, or like a silver-white flower blooming in the sky.

"The enemy witch has joined the battle, cease casting!" When fighting against an enemy of witch level, never try to use high-precision and powerful tactical magic. It is too easy for the opponent to interfere, unless your side also has a master of the same level. Instead, using low-difficulty spell attacks that can be launched quickly and in large numbers is the best choice.

Livia only glanced at the tactical magic that had been enough to destroy her own position before she stopped interfering and focused on the constantly deforming and twisting parts at hand. She now needed to concentrate on processing the parts that Roach needed.

The front of the vehicle is more than halfway complete. The annihilation furnace is assembled, and all that's left is for the transmission system to be finished before the engine can be installed and testing can begin.

As for repairing the carriages, it was much simpler. The third-class carriages were abandoned, leaving only the first-class cabins and a section of the second-class carriages for loading supplies and wounded soldiers. Rhein melted down the scrap iron parts and recycled iron ore to make new armor plates and fixed them to the carriages like patches.

Reducing the number of carriages by more than half means a significant decrease in the train's load, which allows for the reinforcement and weight increase of the remaining carriages to a certain extent. Roach presented Rhein with a plan for reinforcing the armored carriages.

He learned this method while working with his team on archaeological expeditions in Central Asia and Egypt. After all, these places were rife with war, and even teams backed by powerful nations had to be mindful of their personal safety.

Moreover, some things don't require special learning, because you can learn a lot of interesting and little-known facts just by looking out the hotel window at the street.

Iron railings were welded to the car windows, and the carriage was reinforced with armor plates. The railings were wrapped with barbed wire to prevent people from climbing. The rotten rifle tips were removed from the abandoned armory in the town, then rusted, sharpened, and placed one by one in the gaps of the railings. The ends were connected to Roach's dynamic element slider, which could automatically thrust the rifle tips out.

It's strong enough to push climbers hanging outside out or even pierce them, and the fence itself becomes a shield when the spearhead retracts, shoving the unfortunate souls pierced through it like skewers.

"Hmm, using perforated iron plates to replace windows, and what's with this unicorn device?" Rhine had a whole host of questions to ask, to which Roach replied, "The unicorn? It's a man's romance."

He added a non-powered rotor, the kind driven by magic, to the connection point at the back. Then the little witch enchanted the unicorn. Under the magic output of the rune disk, the unicorn would be driven to rotate by the wind element magic and wrapped in a layer of cyan-green magical whirlwind. Roach called it: "A drill that can break through the sky!"

"Even if they blow up the tunnel, they can still drill a path through this drill bit!" Although the drill bit's diameter is smaller than the size of the carriage, it is imbued with a wind element storm by magic. As long as there is enough magic power, it can drill a new tunnel.

As for the problem with the rails, we'll have to ask Livia for help. We'll see if we can twist the potentially damaged tracks back as we move forward.

“But, Master Roach, I still think the name ‘Steel Drill Clash Armored Train’ is too awful,” Jasmine whispered.

"Then let's call it the Steel Lion Drill Chariot," Roach said without hesitation, choosing an even uglier name.

"Hmm..." Livia's little face also wrinkled up. She also thought it sounded terrible, but no one wanted her to name the child because if she did, it wouldn't just sound terrible, it would be awful.

Being killed by something like "Drill Clash Super Tank" might at most suggest the other person is a bit immature, but it won't affect the deceased's reputation. However, being killed by "Rainbow Magic Pony" would leave you wondering what to write on your epitaph so the funeral director wouldn't burst out laughing.

Of course, you could also consider writing on the tombstone, "Friendship is magic! — Here lies the knight and his friends, who were struck by a magical unicorn drill."

"Livia, what's this for?" Roach pulled a rather strange device from a pile of scrap metal. Livia examined it for a while. "Hmm... a sonic magic tool?"

"This looks like a sound array magic device that plays music on the train?" Jasmine was a little unsure. After all, first-class carriages were for nobles. This world had technology similar to record players, but it was a magical version. So it wasn't strange to have a music playback device.

"Hey~ I have an idea~" Roach glanced at the increasingly complete locomotive and armored carriages, and the overwhelming Wild West wasteland vibe, and an idea and a shining [great undertaking] immediately flashed into his mind.

[Music Lover: I am invincible with my own background music! Battle and win with a specific background music: 0/10. Gain the talent: Wild Artist]

[Wild Artist: When applying art forms, including but not limited to music, dance, and painting, to alchemical or magical devices made from scrap and modified parts, a slight enhancement effect will be obtained. — "Smash that speaker that guy's carrying!"]

"..." The little witch's light golden eyebrows furrowed even more, and her face showed an expression as if she had seen her golden retriever at home suddenly turn into a husky, and her face also said "I have a new house-destroying plan".

Outside the maintenance workshop, the church door was smashed open a crack by mercenaries, but they couldn't break in at all, facing Alessina who was guarding with a greatsword. The troops that the commander had placed high hopes on, which were launching a surprise attack from the direction of the station, disappeared without a trace.

This gave him a very bad feeling. As the battle continued, Ghost Town became unusually lively. There were explosions, the sound of spells flying, the screams of mercenaries being set on fire by alchemical incendiary bombs thrown by Firefly, the increasingly urgent chanting of the mages, and the crackling sound of flames setting houses ablaze.

Of course, among these faint sounds, there were also the occasional snickers of gingerbread men. These gingerbread men were either transporting bombs to the battlefield, secretly carrying back alchemical tools thrown out by the enemy to their positions, or mixing strange things into magical catalysts.

Of course, what they did most often was replace the potion bottles on the waists of the scavengers and mercenaries, replacing healing potions with poison and poison with healing potions. Mercenaries and scavengers who were used to having various potions hanging on their bodies would mostly fall for this trick. They simply couldn't see what kind of potion they got in the heat of battle, especially in the dead of night.

Driven entirely by instinct and habit, they reached for the poison and poured it into their mouths. By the time they realized the taste was off, it was too late. Fortunately, not all poisons are fatal; they had a chance to vomit or drink an antidote. Moreover, some poisons need to be applied to weapons, and are less toxic when ingested. Otherwise, the number of casualties could have continued to rise.

"Attack, everyone!" The church was almost at its breaking point. Natalia and Vilandella had already escaped into the station, while Alessina had sustained numerous wounds.

The beastman warrior almost single-handedly completed the rearguard action, facing the oncoming greatswords and halberds without retreating. Each strike of his enchanted greatsword could inflict at least one casualty on the enemy, but he was also nearing his limit.

Just then... "Whoosh!" The whistle rang out, and the workshop door was smashed to pieces by a shiny spinning unicorn. The mercenary who had already reached the edge of the workshop was caught in the green magical whirlwind before he could dodge. "Crack!" Blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew in all directions.

"Get in the car!" Alessina crushed the crystal given to her by the little witch, and the pebbles at the intersection immediately floated up. Everything in the town began to stir, causing the carrion eaters and mercenaries to instinctively stop in their tracks. They had already experienced the beatings from these living things.

The fox girl crossed the street in two steps, grabbed the carriage door, and stepped on her shoulder with a bare foot. Lulua landed in the carriage with a perfect forward roll. Her white dress had turned completely blood red, with her own blood and someone else's.

"Let's go!" Roach sounded the whistle, and a torrent of magical mist erupted. The train accelerated, smashing through the abandoned carriages blocking the tracks. Simultaneously, the crystals hanging on either side of the engine began to emit a loud, rhythmic percussion: "Clang clang clang clang~ clang clang clang~" forming a classic 8-bit melody. (WANTED!!!)

"As expected, this is the perfect background music for driving a Drill Tank!!!! Next time, you should also install a mechanical drum kit!"

"..." Black Crow took a deep breath, beginning to suspect that something was wrong with the mental state of these VIPs, but considering that the train was still running normally...