68: Chapter 67 Desperate Defense Line

Upon the ruins of the Chemical Plant, a dark green tide of insects had completely submerged the Level 2 Armed Fortress Train.

From a high-altitude perspective, this hundred-ton behemoth looked like a steel beast swarmed by countless green army ants.

The barbed appendages of the Mutant Spiders scraped frantically against the armored hull, the dense, grating friction sounding almost physical, as if it were trying to tear eardrums apart.

Acid rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour, relentlessly battering the train's external defense grid and dark silver armor.

Sizzle— Sizzle—

Massive plumes of pungent white smoke rose from the ground, churning the air of the entire Chemical Plant into a murky mess.

The stench of acid corroding metal, mixed with the thick, fishy odor emanating from the mutant creatures, was enough to suffocate any ordinary survivor instantly.

But within this desperate, apocalyptic death trap, the interior of the train presented a completely different scene.

“Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!”

The two twin-mounted heavy machine guns on the roof were roaring frantically.

The thick barrels had turned glowing red from continuous high-intensity firing, and the dark red muzzle flashes flickered wildly amidst the dense smoke.

Tens of thousands of armor-piercing incendiary rounds transformed into dazzling whips of fire, mercilessly lashing into the green sea of insects.

Bullets tore through carapaces, and kinetic energy shredded flesh.

Severed limbs danced wildly in the air, and green bodily fluids sprayed everywhere like fountains.

The high temperature instantly ignited the corpses of the Mutant Spiders, and the smell of charred flesh permeated the ruins outside the carriages.

Inside the control cabin, the climate control system continued to operate steadily.

Lin Feng stood before the massive Central Console, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

The pure black, high-end custom-fitted combat suit he wore was without a single wrinkle; his broad shoulders and tapered waistline outlined a perfect inverted triangle physique that could drive any woman mad.

Holographic projection screens presented the tragic scenes outside in a 360-degree view without blind spots. Red lights flashed, and alarms blared.

Yet, on his well-defined face, which looked as if it were carved by a blade, not a single trace of panic could be found.

“The defense grid in Sector C on the left is overloaded. Cut Line 3 and concentrate energy transfer to the Main Reactive Armor.”

“Open the flank flame vent number two to clear the melee blind spots.”

“Su Ya, calibrate the firing parameters for heavy machine gun number three. Sweep those Leaping Spiders trying to climb the roof off for me.”

Lin Feng's voice was low and cold, carrying an unquestionable, absolute authority.

His slender fingers moved across the virtual keyboard like a series of afterimages, each command as precise as if it had been simulated millions of times by a supercomputer.

No nonsense, no fear.

He was like a cold god of slaughter, methodically conducting his own iron-blooded symphony within this sea of insects woven from death.

Su Ya stood to Lin Feng's right.

Due to the high-intensity auxiliary operations, her fair forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Her pure white silk shirt had long been soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her full and proud figure.

Under the semi-transparent fabric, the outline of her black lace lingerie was faintly visible, and her two breathtakingly soft peaks rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing.

“As you command, Master.”

Su Ya's voice was soft and sweet, yet tinged with an irrepressible fervor.

Her watery peach-blossom eyes were fixed on Lin Feng's profile, a sickly obsession swirling in the depths of her gaze.

Every time Lin Feng issued a command, every time she watched this man display a control that seemed capable of crushing everything in a desperate situation, an indescribable tingling sensation would surge from deep within Su Ya's body.

Her long, straight legs even involuntarily pressed together, rubbing against each other to alleviate the soul-deep craving for submission.

Xia Wanqiu, meanwhile, was like a protective female leopard, half-crouching at Lin Feng's feet.

Her animal-skin combat gear tightly bound her slender waist and full, peach-like buttocks.

Her fluffy, heart-shaped tail flicked uneasily in the air, yet she was always careful not to touch Lin Feng's combat boots, for fear of disturbing her master's command.

She looked up, her ice-blue eyes reflecting Lin Feng's towering, majestic figure that stood as firm as a mountain.

Outside was a hellish sea of insects, but at Lin Feng's feet, she felt the most absolute and luxurious sense of security in this post-apocalyptic world.

Lin Feng's calm composure in the face of danger didn't just affect the two women in the control cabin.

Through the train's internal local monitoring network, his cold figure—unfazed even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him—was broadcast in real-time to the engine room and the Labor Area on the bottom deck.

On the bottom deck, inside the semi-enclosed labor cabin next to the engine room.

The temperature was very low.

To ensure the operation of the core power system, heating on the bottom deck had been reduced to the absolute minimum.

Zhang Meng and several other female survivors from the lower deck huddled together tightly on the cold metal floor.

They wore only thin, tattered clothes.

Zhang Meng wore a pair of faded, ripped denim hot pants, her two fair, long, and youthful legs shivering in the cold air.

Her oversized old T-shirt had slipped down her shoulder, revealing a patch of snow-white skin that still held a hint of youthful innocence.

The ear-piercing sound of spider legs scraping against the armor outside, along with the terrifying vibrations from the heavy machine gun fire, transmitted through the train floor into their very marrow, turning the girls' faces deathly pale as tears welled up uncontrollably in their eyes.

They were merely the lowest ants of the apocalypse.

If they were outside, facing an insect tide of this magnitude, they wouldn't last even a second before being torn into a bloody pulp.

But in the midst of absolute terror, Zhang Meng looked up at the monitor hanging on the cabin wall.

On the screen, Lin Feng was leaning one hand on the console, gazing disdainfully at the sea of insects on the holographic projection.

The powerful aura emanating from the screen, which seemed capable of trampling the entire apocalypse underfoot, acted like a shot of adrenaline, stabbing deep into Zhang Meng's trembling heart.

“The Train Master... he really is so strong...”

Zhang Meng hugged her cold arms tightly, her teeth chattering, but inadvertently, a murmur filled with extreme envy and longing escaped her lips, which were turning purple from the cold.

“If only... if only I could get even one ‘Deep Link’ from the Train Master...”

A girl nearby wearing a tattered pleated skirt, her legs frozen red, heard this and also looked up, her eyes flashing with an unmistakable greed and yearning.

“Yeah... look at Senior Su Ya. She used to be just like us, an ordinary person with no future.

But look at her now.”

A sickly flush rose in Zhang Meng's eyes. She stared at Lin Feng's broad shoulders on the screen, her breathing becoming hurried, her high chest heaving violently under her old T-shirt.

“Because she received the Train Master's yang energy infusion!

That kind of Deep Link doesn't just allow someone to instantly awaken abilities and see their magic power soar; more importantly, it means being protected behind him!”

Zhang Meng's voice trembled with envy, her fingers digging hard into the cold metal floor, her knuckles turning white.

“In this damn apocalypse, what does dignity matter?

As long as I can be pinned down by such a powerful man, as long as I can trade it for his protection...

I’d do anything. Senior Su Ya and Wan Qiu are standing in the central control cabin right now, enjoying the climate control, watching those bugs get mowed down like grass. They must not be afraid at all right now.”

“The Train Master is so strong; his yang energy... must be very warm...”

Under the extreme pressure at the edge of life and death, the psychological defenses of these low-level girls had completely warped.

Their fear of Lin Feng was rapidly transforming into a primal, lust-filled craving for submission.

They didn't seek love; they only sought to become the private property of that iron-blooded tyrant in exchange for the right to survive in this apocalypse.

These lowly, envious, and even somewhat decadent conversations echoed in the dark bottom cabin.

The voices weren't loud, yet every word drifted into the Core Area of the engine room, separated only by a single wall.

In the center of the engine room.

Leng Yubing was bound by several alloy chains emitting a cold aura, suspended in a humiliating 'X' shape against the massive Energy Extraction Pillar.

She was once the high-and-mighty S-class Thunder Emperor, the cold and elegant iceberg goddess.

But now, her specialized combat suit had been torn to shreds by the previous lightning backlash.

The strips of cloth barely covered her high peaks and mysterious regions, leaving large patches of snow-white, delicate skin exposed to the cold air.

At her wrists and ankles, the cold metal chains had bitten deep, leaving bloody welts. Crimson blood snaked down her snow-white calves, dripping onto her insteps, tragically beautiful and striking.

Her silver hair, once smooth, was now soaked with cold sweat, clinging messily to her pale, exquisite face.

The high-speed rotating Energy Ring emitted a low roar, continuously and forcibly extracting lightning magic from her body to supply the heavy machine guns and defense grid above.

Every extraction was accompanied by a pain akin to being sliced by a thousand blades.

“Ugh... ah...”

Leng Yubing bit her bloodless lower lip hard, forcing herself not to let out a shrill scream.

She had heard the conversation of Zhang Meng and the other girls in the neighboring Labor Area.

“Deep Link...”

“yang energy infusion...”

“Pinned down by him...”

These words, which would have once sounded incredibly base, filthy, and would have prompted Leng Yubing to strike the speaker down with lightning, now felt like heavy hammers frantically pounding against her already shattered heart.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, her purple pupils looking through the bulletproof glass at the secondary monitor on the engine room wall.