Ye Qiyan did not immediately check his Personal Interface after leveling up.
He looked to the side.
He patted the head of WALL-E, who had been waiting there all along, then set the sleeping Mingming, Dream Eater, and Xiao Ya aside before saying to Red Tears:
"Let's go. It's time to end the battle outside."
Red Tears nodded, took on a pure-white form, and merged with the Tear-Carving Sword.
Ye Qiyan walked out of the train, Tear-Carving Sword in hand.
In fact, the moment he woke up,
all his companions had sensed it.
Battle, relentless, never-ending battle.
The train had maintained its top speed throughout his Ascension.
Even the reactor's overload had reached its limit.
Giant Eagle had unleashed all its power as well and lay motionless on the roof.
The Mechs struggled to hold out.
Even Hunt's scaled armor bore quite a few scars.
Their opponents.
What were they?
Ye Qiyan could see them.
They were beings that coveted the train, their eyes filled with greed.
There were Skeleton Giants whose full extent stretched beyond sight.
There were Broken Dragons made entirely of rotten flesh.
There were Headless Knights, Armless Elves...
Everything was there.
They were the traces of the end left behind when worlds that had already met their end fell into the Wasteland.
And now, the instant he appeared,
these beings let out shrill howls.
A figure appeared directly ahead.
It was a distant figure.
The figure held an enormous, long blade taller than a person. Flowing bandages wound around its entire body, and its withered arms were nothing but bones wrapped in a layer of dried skin.
"Why..."
The figure spoke.
This was the first time Ye Qiyan had heard these dead who had met their end speak.
"Can you... keep moving forward?"
"While we can