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However, it was too late.

The lead singer's voice suddenly boomed out in the next moment, and the infernal sound waves, as if they were tangible, completely engulfed his voice.

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When Su Ming heard the inexplicable plucking technique and the prelude that was initially low but quickly became intense and noisy, he realized that he had made a mistake.

The music store owner copied a folder of sheet music for him called "Dearth Medal," which turned out to be "Death Metal"—death metal music!

Although Su Ming requested gentle music, Miao Xin had suppressed his emotions to avoid the persistent sales pitches from the music store owner, which unexpectedly caused a problem.

Su Ming then discovered that Newman, using some unknown method, had managed to extract a considerable amount of material from the Zijin array without altering its original function, and construct a sound amplification array. This array perfectly linked with the core array within the Gospel Body, forming a chilling enhancement system.

So these are basic skills for engineers, huh?

As the millennium-old hallmark of the Temple of Light, the Gospel's most functional components are dedicated to sound optimization. Its design employs a unique pinpoint sound wave projection technology, allowing people at a distance to clearly hear "the Gospel from God."

But in the hands of such a band, and with the added blessing of the echoing magic circle, it has now become "the devil's mad words" that aids and abets evil!

Su Ming suddenly recalled Hansite.'s hoarse voice—the old man's voice was hoarse due to a throat injury. If he didn't speak carefully, it would sound like rusty gears grinding against each other.

Goodness, we've got them all!

As expected, a scream even more ear-piercing than the scraping of metal suddenly erupted, its heart-wrenching ferocity shaking the entire arena. Even the two Saint Rank powerhouses who were engaged in fierce combat high in the sky were startled by this ghostly wail and paused in their movements.

But none of these things can compare to the thrill felt by the bears in the VIP seats inside the arena.

When the vocals of "Spirit Crusher" (by Death) tear through the snowfield, they blend seamlessly with the previously distorted strings and brutal drums, pushing auditory violence to new heights.

Hansite's already devastating voice shifted wildly between extreme roars and shrill black voices, like a curse from the Abyss. This malevolent sonic wave spread across the snowfield like a materialized darkness.

Some bear-men covered their ears with their claws, but still could not stop the soul-piercing hammer; others frantically banged their heads against the ground, trying to fight against this mental pollution with pain.

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Inside the cockpit of the Doomsday Locomotive, Hansite had never felt so exhilarated. He had originally just wanted to find a new lead singer to unleash his power. But the death metal music that Su Ming brought him completely overturned his understanding.

Does a ruined voice mean you can't sing? Does a hoarse voice mean it's not musical?

Absolutely wrong! Compared to the greatness of Death Metal, these are all the foolish opinions of ordinary people!

Hansite.'s fingers danced wildly across the strings, the melody abruptly shifting, the guitar emitting a dizzying shriek and glissando. This power, amplified layer by layer, instantly enveloped the entire snowfield. In that instant, the music became even more soaring and ferocious.

A powerful fighting spirit swept through the minds of all the bear-men like a tidal wave.

"War!"

The thought exploded in their minds. Every bear-man present had a crimson glow in their eyes, their bodies swelled at a visible speed, and their claws became even sharper. They let out a deafening roar and charged towards the Doomsday Locomotive without regard for anything else.

Reason was completely banished at this moment; all that remained in their eyes was the fervor ignited by the war song and the boiling rage provoked by the challenge!

The bear of heaven is calling them!

But a more powerful figure charged out from behind the bear pack. Aiwanbei'er, his eyes bloodshot, roughly shoved aside his tribesmen blocking his path. He slammed his fist on the snow, responding with a deafening roar:

They're all mine!

The song's amplifying effect allowed the Bearfolk Clan to achieve a qualitative leap in power, briefly stepping into the Saint Rank realm!

If we disregard the side effects, the amplification effect of this music on bear-men is simply unbelievable!

Aiwanbei'er ran faster and faster, his entire body transforming into a streak of crimson light as he headed straight for the Doomsday Locomotive.

"Boom!"

The loudest explosion since the start of the war erupted, and the Doomsday Train visibly came to a halt and slowed down. The shields on the entire train body deformed violently at that moment, almost shattering.

Inside the driver's cab, everyone stumbled, and the strings in Hansite and Newman's hands snapped simultaneously.

As expected of Saint Rank expert! Even though it was only a brief period of time before he entered this realm, his strength is now incomparable to what it was before!

A victorious smile spread across Aiwanbei'er's face. He had won this duel between warriors!

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The Doomsday Locomotive continued forward. Aiwanbei'er braced himself against the motorcycle's obstacle-clearing blade and began to exert force with an excited roar. The unprecedented power made him extremely excited—if he could defeat this behemoth of bone and iron, he would become the greatest bear-man in history!

But just as he was putting all his effort into it, the obstacle-clearing shovel on his left side suddenly collapsed. Aiwanbei'er's left palm sank completely in, slamming into the thick nail board with a "smack!" The sharp nails instantly pierced his palm, the barbs on them dripping with blood and chunks of flesh.

"You little devil!" Newman grinned maliciously. He had already modified the obstacle-clearing shovel—the left side was normal, but the right side was only covered with a layer of iron plate, behind which was a spike trap!

He reached out and pressed a red button on the control panel.

Aiwanbei'er realized something was wrong the instant he smashed through the obstacle-clearing shovel, but the sudden turn of events caused him to lose his balance. Those barbed spikes were just an appetizer—

Suddenly, the two lampshades on the lower right side shattered, and two 100mm smoothbore shells shot out!

Aiwanbei'er didn't even have time to think about what kind of weapon it was before countless metal fragments exploded on his arms and shoulders. The light emanating from his body visibly diminished.

What kind of terrifying thing is this?!

Newman gave him no chance to catch his breath, pressing the button again. The roller magazine quickly switched to the next shell, and another pair of 100mm tungsten alloy discarding sabot armor-piercing rounds roared out.

This time, Aiwanbei'er wasn't so lucky. The light on his body completely dissipated, blood mist exploded on him, and the huge impact pushed him away from the Doomsday Locomotive.

"Damn sturdy!" Newman repeatedly pressed the button.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Four more loud bangs followed, as a total of eight armor-piercing rounds struck Aiwanbei'er at close range, riddling him with holes. The Bearfolk Clan fell backward onto the snow like a rag doll, his blood quickly staining a large patch of snow red.

The Doomsday Locomotive braked suddenly, coming to a stop just in front of his corpse.

"Such hard bones, it would be a waste to break them. Even a half -Saint Rank is still Saint Rank!" Newman said thankfully. He opened the car door, walked to the motorcycle's outer platform, and gathered Magic Power in his claws.

The next moment, a skeletal bear slowly rose from Aiwanbei'er's body, its empty eye sockets flickering with eerie blue soul fire.

Meanwhile, Hansite and Younier had worked together to pry open the front armor of the motorcycle, revealing the 100mm rotary cannon hidden inside. Skull Bear stood up and, under Newman's control, picked up the cannon, unlocking the magazine with a "clatter." Six scorching hot shell casings fell onto the snow, kicking up a large cloud of white steam.

Qiluo pushed over a small cart with a "bullet belt" made of sturdy ropes, strung with a row of 100mm shells.

The skeleton bear carried the shells on its back and then loaded the high-explosive shells one by one into the magazine. After repeating this six times, it closed the magazine.

In the biting wind, the Skull Bear jumped off the motorcycle, its widened and thickened bone claws landing heavily on the snow.

Newman jumped down right after him, landing directly on the skeleton bear's back. He grabbed its neck with one hand and stood with his eyes fixed on its ribs.

He looked at the terrified bear-man warriors in front of him, then manipulated the skeleton bear to close the breechblock with a resounding click.

"Now let me tell you," Newman's voice echoed, "What is meant by 'Undead Machines'!"

"Bye-bye, let's go play with that big stone man!" Qiluo waved to the two of them.

The Doomsday Locomotive started up, made a 180-degree U-turn, and headed towards the battlefield where Jielusi and Ruogejin were.

"God said, 'Go forward four times!'" the Gospel joyfully proclaimed.

****

Ruogejin stood frozen on the snow, staring incredulously at the distant battle.

Aiwanbei'er the Bearman— the Bearfolk Clan who once struck fear into the hearts of countless humans—not only failed to harm the giant bone-iron beast in the slightest, but was also completely defeated by it and even transformed into an undead puppet, becoming part of the enemy's fighting force.

No matter how many times Ruogejin witnessed this scene, it would make him deeply believe that necromancers were the most shameless beings on the battlefield!

This explains why their organization is so wary and goes to great lengths to exterminate the undead lineage of the Taya Plane.

The mountains here are low and have limited slopes; otherwise, that collision would likely have triggered a series of avalanches. Even so, the violent tremors caused the surrounding snow to slide off, leaving winding tracks on the mountainside.

The enormous locomotive was now belching out thick black smoke and white steam, heading straight towards him. Its tracks creaked as they rolled over the snow, growing ever closer.

Ruogejin removed the heavy rock armor from his body. As the earth Magic Power dissipated, the hard rocks peeled off his body like molting skin, creating shallow craters in the snow. He quickly cast Levitation Spell, preparing to escape this dangerous battlefield.

Just as he took flight, a smoky gray chain flew over and coiled around his ankle like a serpent, causing him to freeze in mid-air.

"Fenrir's Whiskers", a relic-grade binding weapon!

"If you want to leave, ask me first!" came the cold voice from the Silver Mask.

Since the start of the war, Silver Mask has been consistently countered by Aiwanbei'er's Thick Hide and Ruogejin's Rock Armor, achieving nothing.

Now, he finally has his chance to shine!