Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

Pam's voice came from the car.

Unsurprising answer.

The imaginary domain of a planet affected by the stellar core will also encounter certain situations, causing its forward trajectory to be blocked.

This is something everyone has become accustomed to, but this time because the star core has not arrived for long and preparations have been made in advance, there is no need to worry about the deadline being extended indefinitely.

"Well, everyone. Now that we've arrived at our destination, the purpose of this trip is clear: find the star core that's causing this catastrophe and warping space, and bring it back to the train. Alternatively, if there's a better way to deal with it, we can consider resolving it right here."

The latter option is naturally provided to Wendy.

After Ji Zi finished the announcement, everyone dispersed. Dan Heng went to find the ecological data of the planet, while March Seven was idle and just talked to Xing about some common sense that should be paid attention to during the pioneering journey.

As for Ji Zi, she found Wendy.

"Wendy, Walter and I won't be going on this pioneering trip. Please take good care of Xing and Xiao Sanyue."

"Hehe, when it comes to pioneering experience, maybe Sanyueqi and Danheng are my and Xing's teachers?"

Wendy is not so arrogant as to think that she is strong enough and that pushing forward all the way is a pioneering journey.

Strength is only one of the necessary means, not something to be relied upon blindly.

"Yeah. If there's anything you're not good at, just leave it to Xiao Sanyue. Although she can be a bit reckless, she usually won't make the result worse."

Just like looking at the daughter she raised, Ji Zi talked to Wendy about some of the embarrassing things that San Yueqi had done in the past.

After everything was almost ready, Uncle Yang reminded the two that it was time to get ready to set off.

Of course, before the formal transition, Teacher Dan Heng is also required to provide necessary explanations.

"—Regarding Snail III, although the train records are thousands of years old, it is certain that its climate is mostly warm and humid, making it suitable for living, and its resources are abundant. There are also many fantastical races, such as mortals, forest people, miners, gardeners, lizardmen, goblins, trolls, and demons."

When talking about this, Danheng also emphasized it.

"Well, that's only natural. The usual hidden bosses in fantasy genres like this, the gods or evil gods, naturally exist. After realizing that fighting each other wouldn't allow them to control the world, these powerful individuals resorted to rolling dice to determine the fate of the planet's creatures, and they found amusement in doing so."

"Wow, that sounds really bad..."

When March 7th thought about how his fate was decided by the gods by rolling dice since birth, and whether he succeeded or failed, it all depended on the gods' playful roll of the dice, he felt an indescribable disgust.

"Thanks to this, this planet is destined to be unable to explore the starry sky until it breaks through the divine blockade. To this day, it still maintains a relatively... um, relatively primitive feudal dynasty system."

Dan Heng did not comment on the actions of those gods, but just continued to speak.

"Add to that the demonic phenomena that plague this world. Every appearance of a demonic god brings about a massive wave of monster riots. The people of this planet have become accustomed to a single-core operation: accepting commissions, defeating monsters, and receiving rewards. The economy is weak, the people are uncivilized, and civilization is naturally relatively backward."

"In that case, do we still need to disguise ourselves? Otherwise, based on our current attire, won't we be treated as heretics?"

Xing raised very constructive questions.

Wendy's bard outfit is somewhat in line with the era, March 7's outfit is also barely acceptable, while Dan Heng and Xing's clothes seem a bit ahead of their time.

It's hard to say whether he will be mistaken for a spy of the demon clan and killed with one blow.

Although everyone in the train crew has special skills, there is no need to arouse public anger as soon as they land.

Moreover, it was too early for the gods to notice them. Even if they could not influence a few people by rolling the dice, the natives did not have such immunity. If these guys cheated and kept rolling big dice to successfully prevent the train team from doing things, it would be a headache.

However, what is certain at the moment is that these guys who claim to be gods probably don't want the world to be destroyed. If they can recover the star core before it completely corrodes them, perhaps they will not be without help on this trip.

"Luckily, we've been to this kind of alien world before, and we have the appropriate clothing on the train. We can just change into it later."

As Xing suggested, the three of them changed into outfits that were more in line with the style of another world and officially set off.

……

"Damn drunken nose, didn't you say before that no one has been here in this ruins for a long time? Why are there still so many monsters here?!"

An elf with pointed ears and a pretty face strode forward, scolding the dwarves in the group.

"How am I supposed to know where these monsters came from in just one night?!"

A short and stocky dwarf with a big red wine nose and a thick goat-like beard retorted loudly, taking out a black kettle from his body and throwing it backwards. The elf who had been arguing with him earlier also shot a fire arrow accurately.

As soon as the black kettle fell to the ground, a large amount of sticky and pungent oil and water spilled out. The flames instantly ignited, burning a large number of black dog monsters that were chasing it.

"Ouch——!"

"Hahaha! Silly dog, keep chasing me for a few more steps!"

The elves breathed sweet air, and the dwarves laughed wildly and deafeningly.

"Hey! You two, don't get too complacent. Those are just advance guards. If we can't handle that big guy behind us, we're all going to die here!"

A tall lizardman priest held the petite human priest holding a scepter in one hand and issued a reminder.

His beast instinct was still buzzing faintly. The monster that had made everyone lose all fighting spirit at the first sight would definitely not be stopped by such a barrier.

"Everyone!" The priest, held by the tall lizardman, looked pale and his voice trembled. "The miracle of the [Holy Wall Protection] has disappeared. That monster must be heading this way!"

"—!"

Everyone's expressions turned awkward upon hearing this, and even more terrible was that, as if it were a death warrant, a roar that was not like that of an ordinary monster came from the depths of the ruins.

Along with the rumbling sound of collapse, something sticky and wriggling "extinguished" the flames. The torches that were originally used for lighting were constantly swallowed up, leaving only the dark terror following behind everyone.

A sense of fear of impending death instantly rose from everyone's tailbone. They must not stop. If they stopped, they would definitely die!

"Hey! Little priest, use your miracle of speed quickly, or we'll all become excrement in that monster's stomach!"

The dwarf shouted anxiously, and just as he finished speaking, a gray-yellow starlight attached to everyone's feet, making everyone burst out even faster.

Finally, before the entrance of the ruins cave completely collapsed, the group successfully rushed out. The entrance collapsed the next moment they stepped out. A large amount of dust instantly covered the surroundings, and the few people who managed to escape collapsed on the ground.

“Huff, huff—I almost died in there!”

The elf stroked her barren chest, her heart pounding. She subconsciously moved away from the cave entrances. Another lizardman priest looked at the unconscious young priest and said bitterly, "Thanks to the protection of the Earth Mother, we were able to escape. We must offer this mercy as an offering."

"That's enough. That's enough, you big fool. You worship this and that all the time. It's a good thing you're an outlier. Otherwise, if your own people heard about it, they'd probably skin you and make boots out of you."

The dwarf spat in annoyance, wiped his face which was stained with sweat and dust, looked back at the collapsed cave entrance with a collapsed expression.

"What the hell is this day—"

Before he could finish his words, a huge commotion suddenly broke out from the sealed cave entrance. Before the dwarf could dodge, he was instantly hit by the shattered rocks on most of his body. The others also hurriedly fell to the ground to avoid the rocks.

The dwarf closest to the cave entrance had his head grabbed by a giant dark blue hand covered with gnarled muscles. With a crisp sound like an insect shell being crushed, red and white objects flowed out from between the fingers, and a rough, shrill voice rang out.

"...Ha, I didn't control my strength well and accidentally crushed your head?"

It was a hideous troll, considered to be in the upper-middle level of the monster pyramid. It turned its ugly face to look at the remaining people with a mocking smile.

"That's fine, though. I prefer tender young girls to dwarf heads as snacks."

As if it was enjoying the despairing gaze, it twisted its head, its muscles and bones crackling, and in its hands it held a huge stone pillar taller than a human, its eyes flashing with a cruel bloody light.

"—Before that disgusting pile of rotten meat comes over here, let me have a taste first."

Chapter 118: Fighting as soon as you land

Before the troll finished speaking, the few survivors didn't even wait and almost ran away.

The lizardman priests among them did not abandon their companions. The miracle of speed attached to them could last for about another three breaths, at least enough for them to run some distance to the joint defense line. Once they got there, even the trolls would have to avoid the direct hit of the siege crossbows.

If they just abandon the little priestess like this, once she dies first in the belly of the troll, then the Earth Mother Goddess who originally favored the group will definitely not have the slightest mercy, and may even cause swamps, poisonous pools and the like to appear on the road they must take to escape.

By then, it would not be easy for them to die quickly even if they wanted to.

Standing next to him was the elf, her pretty face still showing a hint of difficulty.

"What should we do? We can't outrun the trolls, who are famous for their endurance, simply by running on land..."

"I can smell... the scent of someone else in front of us on the left. It's very pure, without any trace of blood. It's most likely one of your kind, or perhaps a human—"

"Are you crazy?!" the elf girl scolded in a low voice. "That thing behind us is not something that ordinary people can deal with. Even an adventure team like Yin would take a long time to deal with it!"

Although she considers herself not a pushover, it doesn't mean she would do something like diverting trouble to someone else, not to mention the question of whether she can survive after diverting the trouble.

Especially now that the catastrophe has just begun, oracles have been sent from various temples, requiring all races to unite with each other, prohibit internal strife, and fight the enemy together.

At such a critical moment, if they encountered a group of nobles and caused trouble for others, they would deserve to be hunted down and settled with them later!

"I'm not crazy! Listen carefully. I'll use the tribe's secret method to strengthen my body. I might be able to hold that troll back for a while. Take this opportunity to run over there. They won't expel you for the sake of our fellow tribe!"

The lizardman priest roughly stuffed the little priest into the elf's arms, and at the same time turned around suddenly, and used his claws to throw the small cloth ball hanging around his waist, which was mixed with various special stimulating spices, directly into his mouth, mumbling incoherently.

"...O lone Dragon Lord, please protect this wingless dragon child. May its fangs be like silver, its body like gold and stone, and its mouth spit out red flames!"

It was visible to the naked eye that the shriveled body of the Lizardman Priest quickly swelled up, the patterns under the scales continued to turn deep red, and the red vertical pupils reflected the hideous face of the troll rushing towards him.

He opened his mouth, a flash of sparks passed by, and then a fan-shaped breath of flames covered the troll, but it just bent its arms and used the stone pillar to block its face, and rushed forward at an accelerated speed. Before the lizardman priest could react, it swung the stone pillar and smashed its face.

The elf, who had already run for some distance, could even hear the crisp sound of bones breaking. When she couldn't help but look back, she saw the lizardman priest's tail being grabbed by the troll, smashed roughly, and blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

That old fellow who was always talking nonsense and had a weak faith was actually so afraid of the gods that he would rather die than disobey them in the slightest...

She gritted her teeth, hugged the little priest tightly in her arms, and quickened her pace.

The next moment after she rushed out of the woods, she saw four people on the other side of the road looking at her.

Each of them was as handsome as an elf, but judging by their ears, they were not of her race, but humans, or possibly half-elf hybrids. But neither of them looked like they were particularly good at fighting.

Especially since they even have a bard on the team. Do they think things are still like they used to be, where they can just recite poetry and have fun?!

"Over there! Run, there's someone behind us—!"

Before the elf finished her words, a bleeding figure like a torn sack flew over her head. He rolled over several times in a panic, his body covered with scars. Even the sacrificial staff he carried with him was only left with a bare stem. His mouth was weakly open, as if he wanted to say something.

But the next second, a burly black shadow appeared behind the elf.

A ferocious smile played at the corners of the troll's mouth, and a murderous aura equal to its massive body instantly enveloped the elf. Her pupils constricted, her mouth dropped open. Even the young priest in her arms was startled awake, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a fist shadow crash down.

"Be careful--!"

As the little priestess cried out in surprise, a barrier of light that looked weak but was actually solid instantly covered their bodies.

With a loud "bang", dust and fog filled the air, and the thousands of winds blowing from nowhere made the noise of the world still.

The elves and the little priest who were shrinking their defenses below opened their eyes in surprise, and confirmed that their hands and feet were intact and their heads were not moved.

Even the troll, who had thought he had finished them off with one strike, stared at the scene in astonishment, his breathing becoming slightly disordered. "N?"

"Is this... the holy wall protection?"

The elf murmured subconsciously, while the little priest in her arms shook his head desperately.

This is definitely not the Holy Wall Protection. Although the effect looks similar, the miracle of the Holy Wall Protection is more like creating a temporary barrier to resist damage. The defense strength can only withstand attacks from low-level monsters such as goblins at most.

To withstand the full force of a troll, one must be a senior high priest or a brilliant paladin who specializes in this field.

Now, the barrier they enjoyed not only provided defense, but was also constantly repairing the damage caused to their bodies when they passed through the thorn forest. To achieve this effect, at least two miracles were combined.

She was a newly promoted priestess who could only use miracles four times a day. Even if she were sold, she couldn't get a scroll with this top-level miracle effect.

When she was wondering which bishop of the main hall had come to the joint defense line, she only saw a young and beautiful girl with skin as white as milk and eyes as beautiful as gems. She was wearing light armor that focused more on convenience and flexibility than defense, and her weapon was a bow and arrow.

...Was she terrified? Why was the Bishop wearing an archer's outfit?! Even if the temple was incredibly ruthless, they wouldn't have stole the equipment from their own people, right?!

While the little priest was wailing in his heart for the strange bishop, March Seventh put on a lively and lovely smile.

"Hehe. Luckily, I was quick to bless you in time! Otherwise, it would have been troublesome!"

"...Ah, yes, thank you for your help!"

The elf reacted the fastest, and she also subconsciously reminded.

"Also, please be careful! There's more than one enemy!"

Such a contemptuous act of treating himself as nothing naturally angered the troll, and he roared and swung his arm to smash again.

However, this time, the one he faced was Dan Heng. The cold-faced young man held his gun against the dark blue iron fist that was coming at him with all its might, without taking a single step back.

"March. Watch your surroundings. Xing, assist me in the attack! Wendy...you are free to act."

As the two girls behind him stared in shock, he calmly gave the order.

And Xing, who was originally staying at the back, surrounded the troll with a pincer attack at a speed that the elves and the little priests could hardly react to. The seemingly ordinary iron rod was as light as a feather in her hand, but the whistling sound of the wind with each attack told the two of them.

If you were hit by this attack, your head would probably be blown to pieces on the spot.

Strong and powerful! Strong and powerful!

Perhaps it was because the performance of the three raised the two people's expectations, so when they hurriedly retreated, they also looked at the bard called Wendy.

Being able to stay in such a powerful team, I think he must be no ordinary person.