83: Chapter 83 The Frenzy of Hovering Cruise

"Is... is that a punishment sent down by the gods?"

"No, that's definitely the land-air amphibious hovering train belonging to Boss Su Chen mentioned in the Heavenly Path Announcement!"

"My goodness, that's no train; that's clearly an alien space battleship capable of slaughtering gods and buddhas!"

At this moment, Su Chen, standing in the panoramic cockpit enjoying this absolute speed and freedom, had no idea that the gust of wind he whipped up by simply passing by had incidentally saved a squad and left them with a lifelong, indelible psychological shadow.

He felt the invincible thrill of being completely unrestricted by any terrain, able to gallop through every corner of the wasteland at will. The desire to conquer everything was thoroughly ignited in his heart.

Whether it was the bottomless, ten-thousand-fathom canyons or the soaring ruins of broken cities reaching into the clouds...

In front of the [abyss roarer] equipped with an anti-gravity hovering chassis, everything became a smooth path, no longer able to obstruct his overbearing steps toward dominating the wasteland.

This sense of dimensional reduction strike, leaping directly from a two-dimensional plane to a three-dimensional space, made Su Chen feel that all the previous efforts and costs were incredibly worthwhile.

"Alright, Ling Yi, end the supersonic test and reduce the speed to steady cruise mode."

After getting his fill of the thrill of speeding, Su Chen stretched lazily with great satisfaction and turned to look at the group of stunning beauties behind him, who were still immersed in excitement and agitation.

"Girls, today is a great day for our train no. 0099, one worthy of being recorded in the history books."

Su Chen's gaze slowly swept across the delicate faces of each Valkyrie, his lips curling into a doting and bold smile.

"To celebrate the successful ascension of our [abyss roarer] and its complete escape from this dirty, muddy earth..."

"In my name as the Train Master, I officially announce that tonight, in the second-floor living quarters, we will hold a grand victory banquet of the highest standard, with no restrictions!"

Upon hearing this order, a burst of cheers and screams erupted within the carriage, nearly blowing the roof off.

"Long live the Train Master! Brother Su Chen is the best!"

Lin Momo hopped around in excitement, her cute little canines sparkling under the lights.

Su Xiaoxiao entered the ultimate state of excitement as the logistics manager. Her eyes shone with the light of a penny-pincher, and she dashed toward the Ecological Planting Carriage in a flash.

"Sisters, this manager is going all out today! Let's bring out all our best hidden treasures!"

Soon, under the busy chattering of the girls, the spacious and luxurious second-floor living area was decorated like a top-tier European royal banquet hall from the old era.

A ten-meter-long mahogany table was placed in the center of the carriage, covered with a layer of spotless, white lace tablecloth featuring exquisite hand embroidery.

The table was laden with various fresh mutated fruits and vegetables, accelerated by the ten-fold time flow in the Ecological Planting Carriage.

There were peaches the size of fists emitting an alluring sweet fragrance, and premium grapes as crystal clear as rubies, piled into tempting little mountains.

In the center of the long table were several Tomahawk steaks personally cooked by Su Xiaoxiao using top-tier ingredients scavenged from the Underground City treasury. The sizzling oil and rich meat aroma were mouth-watering.

Over a dozen crystal-clear wine glasses were neatly arranged, filled with aged, mellow, and incredibly valuable Romanee-Conti red wine that would have been priceless even in the old era.

The warm and soft yellow crystal chandeliers emitted a hazy glow, which, combined with the comfortable breeze from the carriage's climate control system, completely isolated this place from the killing and blood-soaked wasteland outside.

Su Chen wore a pure black silk shirt, with the top two buttons casually undone, revealing his firm, sexy collarbones and perfect muscle lines.

He leaned lazily against the wide leather chair at the head of the table, gently swirling a glass of crimson liquid, a hint of playfulness and anticipation in his deep eyes.

Because while setting up the venue, that quirky little girl Su Xiaoxiao had blushed and mysteriously come over to tell him something.

To repay the Train Master's god-like protection, all the girls were meticulously dressing up in their rooms.

Tonight, they would present their only king with a stunning visual feast that would surely get his blood pumping and was absolutely not to be missed.

"Truly a group of irresistible little vixens."

Su Chen took a small sip of the red wine, his gaze fixed on the corridor leading to the respective bedrooms, quietly waiting for those stunning beauties to complete their final gorgeous transformation.

...

A grand, carnival-like victory banquet lasted until the latter half of the night in the wasteland sky before finally coming to a close.

Inside the panoramic living area on the second floor of the abyss roarer, a lingering, ambiguous scent of mellow red wine, high-end perfume, and intense hormones still filled the air.

On the long table covered with the exquisite hand-embroidered lace tablecloth, several empty crystal glasses lay scattered, the residual crimson wine reflecting a hazy glow on the glass walls.

On the soft Persian carpet, there were even fragments of black silk stockings that had been roughly torn apart, along with the pink bow from Lin Momo's Lolita dress.

Clearly, this place had experienced a night of wild, ambiguous frenzy that outsiders could not even imagine, enough to give any man a massive nosebleed.

This invincible heavy-duty train, which had just completed its golden grade magical modification and ascension, was now like a steel divine dragon looking down upon the firmament, soaring freely above the desolate wasteland.

The abyss roarer was cruising incredibly steadily at an astonishing speed of three hundred kilometers per hour, at an altitude of one hundred meters above the ground.

The rows of anti-gravity engine nozzles at the bottom, emitting a ghostly blue light, were steadily spewing high-purity plasma flames, perfectly hoisting this steel behemoth weighing thousands of tons in mid-air.

Without the physical constraints of cold iron rails, this land-air amphibious armed hovering train fully displayed the dimensional reduction dominance belonging to the ultimate vehicle of the current version.

Whether it was the bottomless, ten-thousand-fathom rifts or the death marshes filled with poisonous miasma, all became flat paths passed in a flash before the hovering train's invincible mobility.

On the vast land below the train, countless fierce mutated beasts roaming the ruins of the old era were currently experiencing the most speechless and frustrated moments of their lives.

A group of bronze-grade premium mutated berserk giant bears, with bodies like small mountains, were chasing the huge dark-gold shadow in the sky with bloodshot eyes.

They opened their bloody maws filled with fangs, letting out bursts of deafening yet impotent, shrill roars at the abyss roarer a hundred meters up in the air.

There were even a few silver-grade mutated poisonous frogs with amazing jumping power, desperately compressing their strong hind leg muscles, launching themselves toward the sky like cannonballs in an attempt to pull down this iron bird flying above.

However, their proud jumping limits could at most reach the air still dozens of meters away from the train's chassis.

Before these poisonous frogs could even reach their peak, the terrifying anti-gravity sonic boom airflow generated by the hovering train's supersonic cruise struck their ugly heads like an invisible ten-thousand-ton hammer.

With several dull thuds upon landing, these pitiful mutated beasts were slammed back to the ground by the high-pressure airflow, creating huge deep pits. After a few twitches, they went completely still.

The current abyss roarer was an absolute dimensional crush for this wasteland world that could only crawl in the mud.

Inside the luxurious master bedroom at the deepest part of the second floor, the environment was exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

The Train Master, Su Chen, who had shown great prowess last night and defeated all the stunning Valkyries, was now wearing a loose and comfortable pure black silk robe, standing lazily in front of the large panoramic floor-to-ceiling window.

Between his long, firm fingers, he held a cup of rich coffee, hand-ground from premium coffee beans produced in the silver-grade ecological carriage and precisely controlled by Ling Yi.

Steaming white mist curled around the rim of the cup, mixing with the coffee's tranquilizing bitter fragrance, slowly drifting past Su Chen's nose.

Under his slightly messy hair, Su Chen's deep and cold eyes quietly admired the stunning sea of clouds and sunrise, a rare sight in the wasteland world.

A red sun, like a giant salted egg yolk, struggled to tear through the thick radiation haze on the horizon, splashing ten thousand golden rays of light onto the rolling sea of clouds below, which looked like marshmallows.

The supreme kingly sense of control, of stepping on the whole world and holding the fate of all living beings in his palm, gave Su Chen's overbearing and wild heart an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

He took a light sip of the bitter yet sweet coffee, recalling the various beautiful charms the girls had shown to please him last night, and an extremely wicked smile couldn't help but curl on his lips.

However, just as this peerless overlord was enjoying the quiet morning hours...

Inside the logistics supply storage carriage located in the middle-rear section of the train, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy and low.

This was the supply base for the entire abyss roarer, with rows of high-strength alloy shelves neatly stacked with mountains of various survival supplies.

From canned mutated beast meat and high-grade purified water to various spices and sanitary products from the old era, everything was managed in an orderly fashion, without even a speck of dust.

Su Xiaoxiao, the chief logistics manager of train no. 0099, was currently wearing her slightly faded plaid shirt, holding an electronic notebook, and standing blankly in front of a full-length mirror used for grooming.

On her exquisite and cute doll-like face, which usually wore a cunning and money-loving smile, there was now a deep sense of loneliness and a heartbreaking anxiety about her appearance.