Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train Chapter 1213 - 468: Mecha Upgrade Plan_3

Perched atop the thrilling drop tower ride, Lin Xian allowed a subtle luminescence to emanate from his palm. With a silent, remote exertion, he effortlessly reshaped and liquefied the colossal steel structure of the parking lot. It yielded like heated wax, rapidly consumed by an unseen inferno, leaving behind only faint imprints on the ground and a barely discernible trace of scorched metal in the air. A few yards away, a brittle palm leaf, clinging tenaciously to the windshield of the final car, was caught in this invisible consuming wave. It spiraled soundlessly before disintegrating into fine dust.

"Roar..."

The chain-link fence vibrated as if it had discovered long-lost prey, or perhaps in response to primal instincts threatened by encroaching darkness. Swarms of zombies pressed against the barrier, their guttural roars directed at the lone living soul seated high above on the drop tower.

Lin Xian remained unfazed, his gaze unwavering. He casually plucked a faded toy trumpet from a nearby convertible, its roof torn. He felt the weight of the plastic object in his hand before flinging his arm in a swift arc.

Whoosh!

The orange trumpet whizzed through the air, arcing over the fence. It landed with a dull thud on the head of a zombie, emitting a comical "quack." The creature, seemingly bewildered by the minor impact, staggered back a pace, its vacant eyes rolling aimlessly before it tenaciously pressed forward once more.

Simultaneously, the sudden noise acted as a beacon, drawing numerous zombies from the shadows. They converged on the struck creature, igniting a chaotic melee.

Having surveyed a significant portion of the city, Lin Xian had encountered only C-level or D-level Abnormal Bodies, none posing a genuine threat. It seemed the Abnormal Bodies were not drawn to this island, their path leading towards the mainland where human forces were concentrated, leaving this small island a temporary sanctuary. With this assessment, Lin Xian felt a measure of relief, redoubling his focus on his devouring process.

He watched with a barely perceptible smirk as the zombies crowded together, tearing at each other. Without pause, he continued his work: one car, two cars, three cars... The once conspicuous symbols of wealth and speed in the parking lot melted away at an observable pace, absorbed into the faint dark-red glow radiating from his palm. The Black Star Forge silently consumed the metal, each fleeting contact stripping away chunks of the metallic shells. This process transmuted the material into pure Source Points, which circulated within his Mechanical Heart, bolstering his monumental forging endeavor.

High above, thousands of drones etched faint trails of light across the sky, resembling diligent fireflies drifting over the decaying remnants of the desolate city. Their subtle hum, amplified by Vio’s immense computational power, tirelessly funneled salvaged materials from within the city towards the Sky Dome Train.

Crunch~

A grating, rusted sound suddenly echoed from behind him.

Lin Xian’s head snapped around, his gaze sweeping across the heart of the abandoned amusement park. A decrepit carousel pavilion swayed gently in the breeze, as if nudged by an unseen hand. Its rusted frame groaned, causing a few precariously painted wooden horses atop to tilt and twist. A chill wind swept through, stirring the dead leaves on the ground into a dance. Mingled with faded amusement park posters and yellowed gift vouchers, they rustled and skittered along the ground, like spectral footprints.

A series of sharp, distinct click-clack sounds reached his ears, reminiscent of high heels traversing shattered concrete.

In this desolate place, at this very moment, the sound of high heels seemed utterly out of place.

Just then, a woman materialized from the shadows behind the carousel, her movements unhurried. The dark strands of her hair brushed against her pale cheeks in the wind, and her gray-black trench coat billowed with it. She halted at the edge of the carousel’s shadow, slowly raising her head to meet Lin Xian’s gaze. Her eyes were as still and calm as a winter night’s placid pond.

"Long time no see, Lin Xian."

Lin Xian’s eyes narrowed, and he ceased his actions, slowly rising to his feet. His previously relaxed demeanor instantly shifted to one of solemnity.

The individual standing before him was none other than the person in charge of the SIID Foundation.

Hua Xiaoling!