Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train Chapter 1204 - 465: Hawaii Island of the Living Dead

Above the ocean, under a vast sky, several small aerial vehicles gracefully descended from a low altitude. They skimmed the water's surface, causing ripples, before stabilizing in mid-air. Within the command center of one such device, an information officer, his gaze fixed on the ominous, dark storm clouds on the horizon, studied the readings on the weather radar. He then reported,

"We are less than 200 nautical miles from the doomsday cyclone. No targets have been detected in the vicinity."

Thud, thud, thud.

Chen Yanshu strode purposefully towards the main viewport, his eyes fixed on the expansive sea before him. A flicker of dark frustration clouded his expression.

Standing beside him was a young man, his face obscured by a hood. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and he spoke in a hushed tone, "Without a trace of pursuit, that group must be heading north. Given their capabilities, they likely feel confident enough to confront the doomsday storm. It appears their strategy is to reach Hawaii and then proceed towards the South American continent."

He paused, then observed Chen Yanshu's visibly displeased countenance. "Your dark-colored gear... it seems irrecoverable."

This individual was revealed to be 'Moon Shadow', a member of the Holy Revelation under the code name for special reconnaissance, who had previously encountered Lin Xian in Akse. He was identified as the one often seen at the Black Rose Bar, indulging in drinks.

Bang!

Crack, crack!

An electronic device held in Chen Yanshu's hand was suddenly pulverized, its fragments scattering. The personnel on the bridge cast surprised glances but quickly averted their attention upon sensing the palpable, chilling anger emanating from Chen Yanshu.

"A mysterious radio, a floating bracelet, 'flashing bullets' coupled with the number one disaster plant, the Silver Dragon, and a blood vine clearly belonging to a proliferative system... I cannot fathom how Lin Xian managed to survive the subspace collapse of that equipment."

Chen Yanshu closed his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. He was relentlessly replaying the details, searching for any oversight.

"The Silver Dragon is a dimensional system disaster plant, yet it lacks the ability for spatial traversal. It absolutely could not have escaped the collapse and left a mark!"

"Who knows," Moon Shadow responded with a shrug. "According to credible intelligence, Lin Xian has demonstrated a superpower resembling a spatial black hole on multiple occasions, both in Xilan City and Dawn City. Furthermore, their team includes superpower users from the Electrical and Divine Speed systems..."

Chen Yanshu directed a cold gaze at Moon Shadow. "Forget Divine Speed. That Electrical System user is merely a teenager who hadn't even developed significant combat power in Dawn City. Do you believe he could possess the capabilities to allow their group to cross over in such a short timeframe?"

As he finished speaking, his expression grew more somber, and he continued in a low voice.

"Lin Xian's mechanical superpower has shown unpredictable developments – one moment manipulating electricity, the next, black holes. It's impossible to directly counter this individual. I never anticipated he would abscond with the submarine I deployed and still manage to escape both the Giant Ocean God and the subspace collapse. What other hidden cards does he possess?!"

"He is the Sword Holder. Ye Lan protected him, perhaps giving him several life-saving artifacts from Nightwalker and Xinghua. Otherwise, I cannot comprehend how they survived crawling out of the hunting grounds on Sea Rock Island." Moon Shadow sighed, then turned his attention back to Chen Yanshu. "Can you still detect the black gear?"

Chen Yanshu shook his head. "No, I can't track it."

Moon Shadow let out a sneer. "It seems Hua Xiaoling was correct once again."

"No matter. I am merely missing a taboo item to deploy."

Chen Yanshu drew another deep breath, his gaze fixed on the distant, dark horizon. He then turned and began to walk away. "The more they fixate onMaster's power..."

"...The closer they draw to the New World!"

...

The Hawaiian Islands, situated in the heart of the Pacific Ocean, were once a globally celebrated tourist paradise. The islands boasted a highly developed tourism industry, with an urban area spanning over 2,000 square kilometers and a population exceeding one million. However, following the advent of Apocalypse Day, this place was swiftly abandoned by the world, transforming into an isolated island dominion.

At precisely 4:12 in the afternoon, the sun's rays bathed the pristine white beaches of the Hawaiian Islands. The sky above was an exceptionally clear blue, utterly devoid of any impurities. The intense sunlight beat down relentlessly, reflecting dazzling white light off every surface.

Oahu Island's coastline stretched out in a gentle curve, the ocean water maintaining a shocking shade of blue. It was so clear that the vibrant coral formations on the seabed were plainly visible. Yet, what should have been a picturesque scene of foamy waves meeting golden sands was thoroughly corrupted. The beaches had devolved into a desolate graveyard, overrun by roaming undead. Decaying corpses and shambling zombie hordes, baked to a shriveled state by the relentless sun, were scattered everywhere.

A suffocating heat rose from the ground, the air thick with the foul odor of rot and the sharp smell of the sea. The ocean wind relentlessly tossed around the wreckage on the shore. Postcards featuring cheerful palm trees were crushed underfoot, tattered swimsuit fragments smeared with dark, dried blood were tangled with the skeletal remains of dead palm trees. An inflatable flamingo, once a vibrant pink, lay half-buried in the sand, now coated in a grim layer of black mold.

Where sunbathers once relaxed, the endless expanse of white sand was now occupied by shambling figures, their movements erratic.

Woo, woo!

A sound that was not of this world tore through the island's quiet from the distant horizon. A colossal train, stretching an impossible four kilometers, emerged from the deep blue sea, its immense shadow falling across the beach. It moved swiftly, engulfing a multitude of shuffling zombies. The train's armored exterior gleamed dully under the harsh light, showing signs of battle: scars from storms, impacts from bullets, warped metal from intense heat, and burn marks from discharged static electric field generators. Though it seemed to have avoided direct, catastrophic hits, the hull bore considerable wear.

The legion of undead appeared unsettled by the immense noise and the overwhelming shadow, their slow, aimless wandering ceasing. Every cloudy eyeball tilted upwards, fixated on the sky.