Under the pitch-black night sky, the strong lights indiscriminately swept across the earth, their dazzling beams like the eyes of giants, scrutinizing the strange beings hidden in the darkness.
It was already late at night, and the temperature was indeed very low, yet the surrounding machines roared and operated, releasing massive amounts of steam from the engines, slightly scorching the skin.
Due to Lorenzo's aggressive advance, the ordinary carriages of the Radiant Train were mostly burned to blackened frames. Fortunately, they were never of much use, so the several-meter-high heavy crane came into play, its heavy iron hook smashing down, dragging them off the tracks one by one, and then placing the armored carriages prepared in the dark onto them.
"So many people died, how should we deal with it?"
