After realizing the Mutant Beast horde's intentions, some players were the first to smash through the windows and leap out. After killing the Mutant Beasts originally on the roof, they began hunting those farther away. However, space-related props and instruments could not successfully penetrate the invisible barrier surrounding the tracks, so they could only remotely control sharp weapon-type props to attack. Once the initial results showed, more players came out. Some were responsible for raising barriers ahead to protect the others from being swept away by the airflow, while others focused on killing from the rear.
Yet the deaths of so many of their companions did not make the Mutant Beast horde retreat. Instead, it made them even more frenzied. More and more Mutant Beasts began to howl, as though they were passing information to something farther away.
The players listened with dread. Heaven knew what kind of monstrous things lurked in the space around the tracks—what else were they trying to summon?
The surroundings were dim, but looking across the empty plains, they could still see something like black clouds spilling over the distant horizon ahead.
"Are those... Aliens?" The players strained to see. Only when the distance narrowed slightly did they finally make out what was surging toward them. In the sky and on the ground, flying and running, all of them were mutated species. The most numerous were humanoid Aliens, but unlike the Big Ear Aliens from before, these were clearly more vigorous and agile.
"Did we violate some heavenly law or something?" One player gave a bitter smile amid his shock. "This simply isn't meant to let us live."
With so many Aliens, they could stop the train just by blocking its path. If the train could not move, killing as many Aliens as they wanted