The Tyrant Squad began roaming the world.
The typewriter occasionally spat out an illusory sheet bearing Mental Monsters and precise coordinates.
Whenever it received a new coordinate, the Ghost Train charged forward as if straining every bolt.
It had never run this fast in its life, because it needed to expend mental power to keep increasing its speed.
Its previous number of victims had been limited, so it could not consume mental power without restraint.
But now, there was no need to worry about that. It only needed to run.
The Abyssal Gate had opened, causing uncountable pollution and monsters to appear throughout the world.
But as the Ghost Train of the Tyrant Squad roamed the land, every monster it set its sights on received the same treatment as that grotesque meatball before it—leaving reality where it had just arrived, peacefully and without the slightest attachment.
Of course, merely defeating these powerful Mental Monsters was not very useful.
The countless Mental Monsters of the Third Descent had almost instantly smashed through every settlement and the order of some High Wall Cities, polluting all the residents in those areas. The Tyrant Squad could eliminate these powerful monsters at fixed locations, but as long as the chaos continued, the people they saved remained at risk of being polluted by other Mental Monsters.
The world under the Third Descent had no shortage of replacements for pollution.
Not only did some powerful monsters descending from the Abyss cause immense trouble for the settlements and High Wall Cities.
Even Mental Monsters that had originally been considered weak in the Abyss could form powerful pollution in a short time. They not only harmed large numbers of people, but also rapidly grew stronger as the pollution accumulated.
No matter how powerful the Tyrant was, he could not