I've really broadened my horizons.
I was all set to lead a team to level up, but who would have thought I'd become the boss of a gold farming group...
Just as I was lost in my wild thoughts, my phone suddenly vibrated.
The tracks had stopped again. With the flipping of the train's hatch, we appeared directly outside a luxurious suite.
The gate fell, isolating the inside from the outside.
This time, through the transparency of his phone screen, Huai Shi saw several restless figures inside.
They seemed to have received some message and became vigilant.
One of them, sitting on the sofa, kept dialing numbers, but no one picked up.
A few others actually took out an umbrella-like stand from their backpacks and propped it up. A stream of light poured from it, enveloping the guest room and protecting them within.
"The people from the Astronomical Society are here!" The man in the red robe lifted his weapon and ordered the other stiff-moving Believers, "Get ready, it's time to fight them!"
They fervently chanted those soporific incantations, and the power from the Rotting Dream blessed their physical forms. The Believers' joints protruded from under their skin, and they rapidly hunched over until their bodies were covered in barbs. Rotten flesh fell from their faces, transforming them into something utterly nauseating.
Alongside Yan Shi's warning, there was also a reminder: [Remote Support System is now online. Would you like to apply for use?]
YES or NO.
What a stupid question, of course, it's YESYESYES!
Huai Shi's fingers almost punctured the screen.
Immediately after, he felt a tremor beneath his feet.
The tracks beneath suddenly extended ten centimeters outward. Not only that, but the entire upper superstructure of the Group Star also began to make rapid micro-adjustments.
Then, accompanied by a distant whistling sound, Huai Shi could vaguely see through the gaps between the frames as a container-like carriage rose rapidly. During the ascent, its steel plates quickly detached, revealing a cannon bore that could rival a tank's. It swiftly locked its position in a revolving motion, aiming at the luxurious suite.
As Huai Shi pressed his finger down.
The entire container shook violently. A blinding flame shot out, propelling the red-hot metal and causing a deep rumble to erupt in the enclosed space.
Crystal Grid 1-1 stepped forward, his shield arm unfolding and raising to shield Huai Shi from the gale that swept towards him.
Yet the piercing roar still almost burst Huai Shi's eardrums.
In an instant, the shell pierced through the fleeting gap, shattered the carriage's hatch, and burst into the room. Mid-air, it disintegrated inch by inch into pervasive iron light.
Thanks to the reflection of the Mirror of Nothingness, Huai Shi could distinguish that it was millions of tiny iron fragments. These fragments, like petals falling from the shell, scattered in all directions with the activation of the explosives.
The umbrella-like protective shield was penetrated by the iron rain as easily as tin foil, effortlessly torn apart. Whether it was the group of Sacrifices huddled together or the walking corpses trying to resist, they all met the same fate. At this moment, they turned into a burst of bloody muck, smeared all over the ravaged room.
Huai Shi watched, his scalp numb.
In an enclosed space, even with his Death Perception allowing him to sense it in advance, he would likely not escape a bombardment of this magnitude.
If it were him in there, his fate would be no different from those unfortunate souls.
Being squishy is just so embarrassing.
But now wasn't the time to be dazed. Huai Shi gestured and led the Casting Iron Army into the room.
There was no need to break in.
The Hammer of Sorrow tore down the whole wall. Then, they saw a mangled figure, blurred with blood and flesh, trying to rise from the blood-stained ground.
One by one, deformed eyes opened on the remnants of its body, glaring hideously at the attackers.
Then Huai Shi charged forward with a hammer blow.
With the thrust of the fiery jet, the power of The Hammer of Sorrow was instantly and uniformly applied to the half-dead Sacrifice, neatly blowing him apart.
And that was that.
It was as if I had gone on a trip. Happy and Easy!
I was almost moved to tears realizing how convenient it was to have the backing of an organization.
If it had been just me, I would have been lonely, slashing away until next year.
Now I have manpower, assistance, guns, and they even sent a cannon... It feels absolutely thrilling.
Step it up, don't stop!
After getting a good hit in, Huai Shi shouldered the hammer, exhaled deeply, and stopped Crystal Grid 1-11 from planting a bomb.
"I'll do it."
He poured a bottle of the Wrath of Ramses on the floor and tossed down a pinch of Alchemy Fire. The metallic fuel immediately blazed vigorously.
Under his control, the Alchemy Fire swept across, cleansing the area and engulfing all the remaining flesh and blood.
Not even a speck of ash was left.
Only an iron mass half the height of a man remained, still radiating a scalding crimson heat.
"It's done."
Leaving behind the still-warm, heated carriage, Huai Shi gestured, "Next."
While moving, Huai Shi heard the constant sound of distant artillery.