The Iron Train roared across the vast wilderness, while endless mountains and lush forests flashed past the observation windows.
The sky was clear, without a trace of red mist. In the distance, several small birds... No, small flying monsters swooped toward the Iron Train.
The rattatata of machine-gun fire rang out like a symphony, bursting into their ears from time to time.
Mu Yuan had only ridden the Iron Train for the second time, but compared to his previous trip, he was completely relaxed. Even the flying monsters in the distance, baring their teeth and waving their sharp claws as they prepared to pounce, looked adorable to him.
After all, I'm already in the Legendary Realm.
Even if the train suddenly encountered a planned ambush by a monster faction, even if the speeding train derailed, overturned, and broke apart, he could still survive unscathed and have enough strength left to save most of the people around him.
Riding the train was naturally much more pleasant this time.
There were quite a few lords aboard this train who, like Mu Yuan, had brought squads of soldiers with them. Some lords chose to store their troops in their Space Marks, but many others bought train tickets for their elite troops.
This stemmed from a certain rumor.
Providing a life closer to that of normal humans could allow one's elite troops to develop intelligence and awaken consciousness earlier and with a higher chance of success.
The rumor was probably true.
Mu Yuan knew very well that warriors with self-awareness did not like entering the Mark Space, though they did not exactly resist it either.
Along the route from Shiling City to Boulder City, the rat-tat-tat of machine-gun fire almost never truly stopped.
Compared to the hinterlands, the environment in the outer territories