91: Chapter 91 The Winter Legion

At this very moment, the entire global public area channel was as silent as a graveyard.

Those Western Train Masters who, just a second ago, had been joining William in recklessly mocking Su Chen, now all felt as if an invisible giant hand was tightly gripping their throats, unable to make even the slightest sound.

They gaped in a daze, watching that peerless figure above their heads pierce through the radiation clouds like a meteor, heading straight for the ten-thousand-meter Divine Realm.

In everyone's hearts, only a bone-deep sense of absolute despair and awe remained.

And at the very tip of that deep blue light, the abyss roarer had already easily penetrated the thick thundercloud layer.

Su Chen stood before the captain's chair, looking down at the Stars and Stripes train below, which was still teetering in the wind like a dying dog.

He turned his head slightly, his deep eyes filled with disdain and arrogance, and chuckled at the girls beside him.

"Do you see that?"

"This is the sound of an era weeding out trash."

The next second, the abyss roarer, carrying an unstoppable, domineering momentum, plunged headfirst into that ten-thousand-meter sea of clouds, filled with the unknown and the mechanical miracles of the old days!

"Rumble—!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar of tearing airflow, like an angry dragon ripping through the sky.

The massive and slender dark gold body of the [abyss roarer], bearing the high-temperature red glow caused by extreme speed friction on its outer armor, finally smashed through that layer of dark purple radiation thunderclouds, which were thousands of meters thick, with an absolutely violent, destructive force!

A thick, deep blue anti-gravity plasma flame, like a pillar of heaven, burst forth above the stratosphere at an altitude of ten thousand meters, forcibly burning a huge vacuum zone out of the perennial mechanical mist surrounding it!

Only ten minutes. From the wasteland quagmire where low-level players were still struggling, to this [Cloud Sea Mechanical Divine Realm] that even the top one hundred global elites could only look up to in despair—Su Chen only took ten minutes!

These ten minutes not only spanned a ten-thousand-meter altitude difference but also served as a resounding slap in the face, ruthlessly shattering the pitiful technological superiority of all Western overlords, including William!

"Hiss—" As the power of the anti-gravity engines at the bottom of the train gradually weakened, the abyss roarer let out a long, dull mechanical hiss of air pressure release.

The steel behemoth, weighing thousands of tons, landed as steadily as a weightless feather, without kicking up a speck of dust, onto a huge floating island plaza at the edge of the Divine Realm, paved with pure white, unknown jade.

"Beep—! Successfully reached the first outer anchor point of the [Cloud Sea Mechanical Divine Realm]."

"Current altitude: 12,000 meters. The air is thin, but no harmful radiation residues have been detected. The life support system has automatically adjusted the cabin pressure."

Listening to Ling Yi's cold, synthesized mechanical report, a flash of intense interest in this relic of the old days crossed Su Chen's deep, cold eyes.

He slowly stood up from the captain's chair, which symbolized supreme power, and casually draped a black tactical trench coat over his tall, straight frame.

"Let's go, ladies."

A wild, unbridled smirk curled the corners of Su Chen's mouth as his gaze swept over the group of stunning Valkyries behind him, who were already eager to jump into action.

"It's time to go down and stretch our muscles, and by the way, breathe in this pure air from the heights where it's lonely at the top."

Accompanied by the sound of heavy mechanical gears engaging, the heavy dark gold main hatch of the abyss roarer slowly slid open to both sides.

A breath of air, carrying a hint of chill yet exceptionally fresh and pure, instantly flooded into the carriage, which was filled with the scent of gunpowder and hormones.

Su Chen, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, took unhurried steps, like a king inspecting his territory, and was the first to step onto this white jade plaza floating in the clouds.

Immediately following him was Chu Qingxue, wearing a wind-swept, ice-blue backless gown, surrounded by elements of Extreme Cold Frost, looking like a goddess from the Moon Palace.

Zhang Man was excitedly working the muscles of her neck, which was encased in silver-grade exoskeleton armor, her wild little face full of an extreme craving for battle.

Dark Night transformed into the Demi-human form of a Nine-Tailed Nether Cat, her nine long black tails swaying lazily behind her, her heterochromatic eyes vigilantly scanning the towering, broken mechanical spires all around.

Even Liu Ruyan, who usually disliked fighting, was now following Su Chen, wearing a black cheongsam that was so tight it was about to burst, swaying her slender, snake-like waist, looking delicate and charming.

This white jade plaza was ridiculously large, enough to accommodate hundreds of old-era aircraft carriers at the same time.

However, in the very center of this vast and lonely plaza, there was already a terrifying steel monster parked so domineeringly that one could not look away after a single glance!

It was a super-heavy armored train painted entirely in glaring ice-blue camouflage.

This train did not have the streamlined sci-fi aesthetic of the abyss roarer; its exterior was extremely rugged and savage, even exuding a thick, stupidly large, black, and rough vibe characteristic of Soviet heavy industrial violence.

The thickness of the main armor on its front end was visually estimated to be an exaggerated three meters thick!

It was densely covered with explosive reactive armor modules like a hedgehog, and on the roof, it was directly equipped with two quadruple-mounted heavy nuclear cannons with a caliber large enough to fit an adult!

"Good grief... Did this train empty out all the steel mills in Siberia?"

Even Ye Qingyu, a top-tier Mechanic, couldn't help but gasp when she saw this ice-blue train.

"This kind of extreme design that completely abandons mobility and piles all tonnage into armor and firepower is simply a moving steel meat grinder!"

Su Chen's gaze only swept over the ridiculously heavy train once before being drawn to a highly eye-catching, hot figure standing in front of it.

It was a Russian beauty, a full 1.8 meters tall, with golden hair as brilliant as the sun!

She was wearing nothing but a tight black racerback tank top and camouflage hot pants. The tank top was stretched high by her terrifyingly ample bosom, which was so breathtakingly exaggerated that it was a whole size larger than Liu Ruyan's, as if a fatal seam burst could happen at any moment.

Strapped to her long, straight, white legs, which were filled with explosive muscle lines, were two large-caliber Desert Eagles.

And what was most visually shocking was this! This incredibly hot Russian girl was casually carrying an M134 multi-barrel heavy Gatling machine gun, which was half a head taller than she was, on her fair, sturdy right shoulder as if it were a poker!

The barrels of the Gatling gun were still emitting the pungent smell of gunpowder from just having been fired, and a thick, several-meter-long ammunition belt was wrapped around her waist like a metallic poisonous snake.

In her left hand, she was currently gripping a glass bottle larger than an adult's head, filled with high-proof vodka with a concentration of over ninety percent.

"Glug, glug, glug..."

The Russian girl tilted her head back, revealing her sculptural, exquisitely defined facial features, and took a hearty swig of the strong liquor directly from the bottle.

As she swallowed, a few drops of crystal-clear liquor slid down her long, fair neck and into the astonishing, bottomless cleavage on her chest, sparkling under the sunlight at an altitude of ten thousand meters, exuding a deadly, wild temptation.

"The second-ranked regional overlord in the world—[Winter Legion]."

In Su Chen's mind, the intelligence data Ling Yi had previously collected on the world's top forces instantly surfaced.

The Russian beauty before him, who perfectly fused violent aesthetics with extreme sexiness, was none other than the legendary, alcohol-loving, and extremely strength-worshipping Legion Commander of the Winter Legion—[Natasha]!

At this moment, Natasha, having just gulped down a large mouthful of vodka, had her sharp, ice-blue eyes, resembling those of a lone Siberian wolf, notice this dark gold train that had landed on this floating island like a ghost without any warning.

When she saw that this train had completely ignored gravity, without using any auxiliary climbing tools, but had instead flown up by jetting fire directly from its chassis.

A flash of fanatical fighting spirit and intense curiosity, almost tangible, instantly erupted from Natasha's beautiful eyes.

"Ura!"

Natasha let out a wild, heroic cheer, casually slamming the heavy Gatling machine gun onto the hard white jade ground with a "clang," creating a large web of cracks.

She strode forward with her long, powerful legs, carrying a gust of fragrant wind and a strong scent of alcohol, walking toward the direction of Su Chen and his group.

The elite soldiers of the Winter Legion standing behind her, each as burly as a brown bear, seeing their Legion Commander make a move, immediately tightened their grips on their heavy weapons and followed, like moving iron towers, emitting an oppressive, murderous aura.

Facing this group of murderous, freezing overlords, Chu Qingxue, Zhang Man, and the others immediately stepped forward, shielding Su Chen behind them, their weapons and abilities instantly entering the highest level of activation.

However, Su Chen very casually reached out and pushed Zhang Man, who was blocking his way, aside.

His deep, cold eyes met Natasha's aggressive gaze without any hesitation.

The two of them, on this white jade plaza at an altitude of ten thousand meters, stood less than five meters apart, engaged in their first silent confrontation between the world's top overlords.

Natasha's ice-blue eyes scanned Su Chen's handsome, cold face unreservedly.

She looked at Su Chen's body, which seemed slender but hid a terrifying explosive power like a primordial behemoth, and felt the absolute kingly aura radiating from him—the kind that remained calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, unfazed even when facing thousands of troops.