Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the carriage doors were repeatedly breached, with smoke, dust, and debris nearly blending into one, Cong Yu physically shifted the carriage through space.
Then...
"You can't escape... Neither of us can escape."
Ragnarok's voice was low and cold, as though it came from the abyss. "Even if we run, you and I must face this."
"The weight of this Fate..."
"This clash between your ideals and mine!"
As he spoke, he charged forward with his blade raised, only to abruptly crash into something soft.
He sliced it in two, but was forced to stop for the moment.
Looking around, Ragnarok saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood before him... This place was made of countless severed limbs, flesh, and internal organs.
The flesh continuously writhed, flowing into the lump of meat he had cut apart at the center, as if this place were some kind of furnace.
"..."
"What is this? Why does this look like some ability only a villain would use? What is with this horrific scene?"
Ragnarok could not help muttering to himself. In response, an eroding sensation came from all around him.
"Ha..."
Faced with this scene, Ragnarok could not help laughing. "Shouldn't I be the villain?"
That phrasing...
It seemed Ragnarok's Pseudo-Jormungandr Train Formula really was somewhat different from Cong Yu's Jormungandr Train.
Perhaps it was because their exact experiences had differed...
Cong Yu did not respond. Hidden within one of the carriages, he calmly and intently watched Ragnarok.
Of course, Cong Yu had no idea how to answer either...
And Ragnarok seemed to understand his role as a villain with exceptional clarity. In other words...
The other Cong Yu fully understood that what he was doing was extreme, nothing more than hatred and revenge.
And he took