53: Chapter 53, the regional announcement, sparked heated discussion.

"Clang!"

Someone, perhaps the player with the weakest nerves, took the lead and dropped the assault rifle in their hands, its barrel glowing red-hot.

That crisp sound of metal hitting the ground became the final snowflake that triggered the entire avalanche.

The remaining hundreds of defeated soldiers from the Iron Blood Alliance discarded all their weapons and equipment.

Shivering violently, they scrambled out from behind the cover.

Facing the dark gold train on the tracks below, which radiated an oppressive aura of absolute sovereignty, their knees gave way, and they fell to the ground in droves.

"Don't fire! Don't kill us! We are willing to surrender!"

"Spare us, Grandpa! We were all forced into this by that bastard Zhao Kuang!"

"Please, have mercy, and just let us go like we're nothing but a fart!"

They buried their foreheads deep into the soil, which was stained with the blood and brains of their comrades.

Without any shred of dignity, they kowtowed frantically and wept, begging for the forgiveness and mercy of that mysterious Train Master.

In this wasteland world of pure firepower suppression and survival of the fittest.

So-called alliance honor and brotherhood were not even worth as much as the stinking dog shit on the side of the road.

The wind in Death Valley still carried a pungent smell of blood.

But inside the luxurious master bedroom of the abyss roarer, the scene was one of enchanting intimacy.

Su Chen leaned lazily against the large, soft leather bed.

An Ye's graceful and alluring body was curled up submissively in his arms.

This top-tier orc assassin had shed all her coldness and killing intent at this moment.

The pair of black cat ears on top of her head brushed gently against Su Chen's chin from time to time.

The fluffy tail behind her wrapped around Su Chen's ankle, exuding a sweet sense of dependence.

Su Chen enjoyed the complete submission of this top-tier beauty.

He reached out a large hand and pinched An Ye's supple, slender waist, which was filled with astonishing elasticity.

"Go tell Zhang Man to take the Combat Team down to clean up the battlefield."

"Yes, my Master."

An Ye responded obediently.

She reluctantly rose from Su Chen's arms.

The translucent optical camouflage combat suit outlined her proud curves perfectly under the dim light.

She walked with the elegant steps of a cat and disappeared into the shadows of the room.

Before long, the train's heavy alloy airtight door slowly lowered.

Zhang Man, wearing the dark silver Valkyrie Exoskeleton Armor, led the way down the ramp.

Her long, powerful, and wild legs stepped onto the blood-stained soil, creating heavy metallic footsteps.

Several fully armed Combat Team girls followed closely behind.

They held gleaming black-iron grade repeating hand crossbows, scanning their surroundings with cold eyes.

The remnants of the Iron Blood Alliance, kneeling on the ground and trembling, didn't even dare to lift their heads.

In the eyes of these wasteland thugs, this group of hot-bodied women were simply Valkyries straight out of hell.

"Logistics team, hurry up!"

Su Xiaoxiao pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, holding a thick ledger, and trotted down excitedly.

The chief steward of train no. 0099 had eyes sparkling with greed at this moment.

Ten Level 1 heavy-duty trains!

Even if they had been riddled with holes by the main cannons and machine guns, they were still a mountain of immense wealth!

"Dismantle and pack up that pile of scrap metal and move it to Ye Qingyu's arsenal!"

"Oh, careful with that crate of unexploded armor-piercing gunpowder; this is high-grade stuff that can be used to make good things!"

"And register all the military rations and pure water scavenged from Zhao Kuang's flagship!"

Su Xiaoxiao stood on a broken ammunition crate, waving her small hands and directing operations with ease.

Although the girls were drenched in sweat from exhaustion, their faces were beaming with genuine smiles.

Their black tactical camouflage uniforms were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their youthful and beautiful bodies, highlighting their graceful figures.

Yet, the hundreds of Iron Blood Alliance prisoners around them didn't even have the courage to steal a glance.

Because a moment ago, some blind fool had glanced at Zhang Man's chest for too long.

Zhang Man had crushed his knee with a single stomp, and his screams were still echoing in the canyon.

"Steward Su, how should we handle these prisoners?"

Zhang Man flicked the blood off her bone blade and turned to ask.

Su Xiaoxiao flipped through the ledger without looking up.

"The Train Master said we don't keep freeloaders."

"Strip them of all their cold-weather clothing and valuables, then let them get lost."

"Anyone who resists is to be executed on the spot."

Hearing this cold command, the prisoners were desperate, but at least they had saved their lives.

They hurriedly took off their clothes, left with only thin, tattered undergarments.

They scrambled out of Death Valley in the biting cold wind.

The battlefield cleanup lasted for three full hours.

When Su Xiaoxiao returned to the train with the loaded supplies, she was holding a specially made anti-radiation briefcase.

Inside the case were ten Level 1 Train Cores emitting a faint red glow!

These were the true sources of power for the ten Iron Blood Alliance trains.

Su Chen stood in the spacious and bright power carriage and took the heavy case.

Chu Qingxue stood quietly by his side, having changed into a casual white knitted sweater that wrapped snugly around her proud bust.

"Train Master, the energy in these ten cores is extremely violent."

"If we throw them all into the primary steam boiler, will it cause an explosion?"

Chu Qingxue looked at Su Chen with some worry, her cold eyes filled with concern.

Su Chen's lips curled into an arrogant smile as he casually pinched Chu Qingxue's fair and delicate cheek.

"Don't worry, my domestic steward."

"With Omni-Modification, even if it were a nuclear bomb, I could make it obediently become fuel for the train."

Su Chen strode over to the roaring, modified steam boiler.

He opened the furnace door directly, and a wave of scorching heat rushed towards his face.

Without hesitation, he poured all ten Level 1 cores from the case inside!

"Boom—!"

The moment the cores fell into the furnace, the server-unique SSS-rank talent, Omni-Modification, fully erupted!

A blinding silvery-white light instantly enveloped the entire power furnace.

Those violent and chaotic red core energies, guided by Su Chen's immense mental power, were forcibly dismantled, compressed, and fused!

The massive body of the abyss roarer jerked violently, as if it had let out a dragon's roar of extreme satisfaction!

"Ding!"

A crisp system notification sounded in Su Chen's mind.

[Successfully devoured ten Level 1 Train Cores!]

[The train's current energy reserve has exceeded the maximum capacity and reached a critical value!]

[Congratulations, Train Master! The abyss roarer has successfully unlocked an exclusive hidden function: Overclocked Overload Mode!]

A virtual panel emitting a dark red glow immediately popped up before Su Chen's eyes.

[Overclocked Overload Mode]: Once activated, the train's power furnace will squeeze out all its potential.

For a short time, all of the train's weapon firepower intensity, artillery firing rate, and maximum travel speed will be forcibly increased by 200%.

The duration is ten minutes.

The negative effect is that after the mode ends, the train's power system will enter a four-hour weakness cooldown period, during which speed is halved and the main cannon cannot be used.

Looking at this newly unlocked function, the smile in Su Chen's eyes deepened.

Although there is a four-hour weakness period, this is definitely a god-tier trump card that can be used for a desperate comeback or to instantly kill a strong enemy!

A 200% increase in firepower—this is simply an unreasonable stat monster.

If he had activated this mode while fighting the Iron Blood Alliance just now.

That Thunder Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon would likely have flattened this Death Valley in a single shot.

Just as Su Chen was feeling satisfied with the leap in his train's strength.

The Heavenly Dao System's voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, suddenly exploded in the minds of all survivors across the entire East China Region!

Accompanying this voice was a row of shocking, blood-red giant bullet comments!

[Region Announcement!]

[Regional large-scale organizational power: Iron Blood Alliance (Ranked 2nd on the East China Region Combat Power Leaderboard)!]

[Has been completely annihilated by Train Master Su Chen of train no. 0099 with the power of a single train!]

[The organization's leader, Zhao Kuang, is confirmed dead, and the Iron Blood Alliance is officially delisted!]

This blood-red announcement was like a ten-thousand-ton nuclear bomb dropping directly onto a calm lake.

The world chat channel of the entire East China Region, after experiencing a full minute of deathly silence.

Erupted into an unprecedented wave of madness since the wasteland arrived!

The speed at which the messages scrolled was too fast for the naked eye to see.

"Holy f*ck! What did I just see?! The Iron Blood Alliance was wiped out?!"

"What kind of international joke is this?! That's a large hegemon-level alliance with over a dozen heavy-duty trains and hundreds of elite thugs!"

"Power of a single train?! Boss Su Chen took down the entire Iron Blood Alliance by himself with one train?!"

"Damn, is he even human?! He's practically a human nuclear weapon!"

"I was scavenging for trash on the outskirts of Death Valley just now, and I saw flames shooting up into the sky inside the canyon. All the Iron Blood Alliance trains were beaten into scrap metal!"

"That living Yama, Zhao Kuang, is actually dead? Good riddance! Boss Su Chen is practically acting on behalf of heaven!"

"Forget 'Boss Su Chen,' from now on, call him the Wasteland Demon King!"

"Right! The Wasteland Demon King! An absolute, unparalleled hegemon!"

Countless survivors in the channel were spamming the screen frantically. Some were shocked, some were terrified, and countless lone survivors who had been oppressed by the Iron Blood Alliance were grateful.

The other mid-sized faction leaders who had secretly been jealous of train no. 0099's resources and intended to form an alliance to oppose Su Chen.

Were now all paralyzed with fear in their driver's seats, frantically issuing death orders strictly forbidding anyone from approaching within fifty kilometers of Su Chen's train.

Wiping out a super alliance by himself—this level of overwhelming, gap-bridging strength had completely exceeded the scope of what they could comprehend.

As for this fanaticism from the outside world, which treated him like a god.

Su Chen just glanced at the chat channel indifferently and then casually closed it.

"Just empty fame. Only the power held in one's own hands is the only truth."

He wrapped his arm around Chu Qingxue's soft, slender waist and turned to walk towards the luxurious master bedroom in the direction of the train head.

Tonight's great victory naturally required a grand celebration.