Chapter 126 The End of the Era: Dragon Slaying War

The tribal scout stood on the sand dune, looking at the endless sea of ​​sand like a meerkat looking far away. The sun stretched his shadow straight and long. His turbaned head looked around the endless desert in search of the target, the whereabouts of the giant beast.

And soon he found it. The tribal scout saw the billowing smoke rising from the desert, the roar sounded from the end of the earth, and the train that cut through the wind and waves rushed from the sea of ​​sand, like a swimming sea beast.

Its steel body smashed the sand dunes, and the gravel impacted the armored skin and slid densely. The plasma thruster of the giant beast sprayed plasma flames on its back.

The scout waved his spear and shouted to the back, his huge shadow was like a dancing giant, eye-catching and hard to ignore.

Vito nodded to the people on both sides while straddling the motorcycle, then turned the steering wheel of the motorcycle and rushed forward. The red motorcycle jumped out from the sand dune, and the red figure hit the sand like a fiery red lightning, rushing forward behind a cloud of dust.

Four motorcycles landed on the ground one after another and joined the charge. Four motorcycles rushed on the desert in parallel with the fiery red motorcycle, and two tribesmen sat on each vehicle.

Vito turned the direction of the fiery red motorcycle to the left and drove parallel to the train. One motorcycle after another turned around near the train, and the dust raised by the wheels rubbing on the spot fell on the armored baffle of the train.

Vito rode on the side of the train and looked at the side of the armored vehicle. The steel behemoth blocked the sun and cast a large shadow on them, but they were not here to enjoy the cool feeling.

Vito nodded to Hafas in affirmation, and the latter pulled out the hunting rifle in the car bed and fired at the armored car window. A bullet hit its baffle, and the tribesmen began to shoot at the armored train, and the bullets flew everywhere.

As Vito expected, the guards in the car began to fight back. They opened the bulletproof car window and stretched out the muzzle of the gun to look for the target. They subconsciously thought that someone was shooting in the sandbar and looked in the direction of the sandbar.

Vito rushed to the window at an accelerated speed. He pulled out his pistol and shot the man to pieces. He fell to the ground in the car, shocking his colleagues.

Soon a second person fell to the ground, and the tribal drivers also rushed to the armored car window and fired inside. One by one, the train guards were killed and fell to the ground, and the rest of the people also responded quickly.

The guard in the front carriage lowered the bulletproof window and leaned out to shoot backwards. The bullets hit a tribesman and knocked him off the car. The driver struggled to balance the motorcycle, but was soon hit and the car was destroyed and the driver died.

The motorcycle rolled forward and fell to the ground. A cloud of dust surged from the side but was quickly blown away by the speeding motorcycle team. The guard in the front carriage fired dense rain of bullets to try to stop them.

Hafas sat on the motorcycle and raised his shotgun to shoot forward. His superb marksmanship killed a gunman with one shot. The man was thrown out of the window and fell in the desert. His bones were crushed by the motorcycle wheel.

Hafas fired continuously, killing a gunman with each shot. He then held the pistol with one hand, turned the accelerator and rushed forward. Vito saw him rushing past and immediately understood and pulled out his two guns.

Vito, in an almost acrobatic move, let go of the steering wheel with both hands, pointed his two guns at the front and fired rapidly. The bullets from the precision pistol broke through the obstruction of the headwind, and blew up those heads one by one, just like smashing watermelons.

His precise firepower covered Hafas's rush. The son of the patriarch stepped on the back of the car and jumped into the window. His motorcycle rolled over and over quickly after losing the driver, and the subsequent vehicles all cleverly bypassed him.

Hafas, holding a crescent war blade, killed the gunman in front of him with the end of the shotgun. Blood splashed on the wall and the bodies fell to the ground.

Hafas killed the end of the car and kicked the door open. He raised his shotgun and shot at the unprepared enemies in the second car. They were shot to the end. When the gunshots in the car were loud, Vito also jumped on the train. He jumped on the side of the speeding train and grabbed the railing.

After Vito jumped on, the fiery red motorcycle quickly drove away by itself. Helen's CD kept flashing on its body. The motorcycle immediately pulled away and drove down the sand as if it had wisdom.

Vito climbed onto the body and stood on the top. He pulled out his pistol and moved forward along the roof against the strong wind. The tribal warriors also jumped on the train one after another and climbed onto the roof to move towards the head of the train.

The hatch on the roof was pushed open all of a sudden, and the guard came out of it cursing. He pulled out his pistol and aimed at Vito and shot him. Vito used his psychic power to knock the bullet away with his fingers for a while, and he shot the guard with a backhand shot.

Vito strode forward and stood on the top of the hatch to shoot inside. The bright gunfire illuminated the carriage, and screams rang out one after another, but at this moment, several guards climbed up from the other end of the carriage. They stood on the roof and shot at them.

A tribal hunter was hit and fell to the ground. His companions immediately rushed over to hold him back from falling off the car. The hunters began to fight back on the roof of the car. They squatted down and shot at the guards.

The guards holding automatic rifles fired fiercely, and the dense rain of bullets was shot along the wind. The tribesmen on the roof were blown by the strong wind and could hardly look straight ahead, let alone fight back.

Vito raised his palms and clenched them inwards, and all the bullets shot at him stopped in mid-air, and the rotating bullets were suspended in the air one by one.

Vito pulled out his revolvers and fired both guns at the same time, accurately shooting down the enemies on the roof. They fell to the ground and slid down from both sides of the roof, screaming and disappearing without a trace.

Vito walked forward and shot forward, and the enemies who climbed up from the side windows and the connecting doors were killed by his bullets before they could stand up.

The revolver and automatic rifle continued to spray the fire of death along with Vito's arms. He raised his hand and shot the guard who climbed up from the side and was about to stab him. Half of the man's face was smashed by the bullet and slid down the roof.

Vito turned around and squatted and shouted, and the tribesmen behind him squatted down subconsciously, not because they understood what Vito was saying, but because his gun was already pointed at them.

Vito's fingers pulled the trigger continuously, and the guards who climbed up from the back half of the car to intercept them were shot in the head one by one. They were all shattered as soon as they showed their heads.

But when the last person's head was shattered, Vito's bullets were also used up. What's worse is that the anti-aircraft machine gun near the front of the car turned around, and its operator turned the twin-mounted gun around and aimed at Vito and stepped on the trigger.

Although the anti-aircraft machine gun looked very fake, it was powerful and fired a series of anti-aircraft shells in the direction of the invaders. Vito inserted two pistols into the holsters and waved his fingers. The first shell was deflected and exploded in the air, but soon the second shell came over, followed by the third, fourth and fifth shells.

The dense artillery fire suppressed Vito, and he was forced to continuously deflect the anti-aircraft shells. Countless shells exploded and burned around, and the shock waves from the close-range explosions hit the people on the roof. The tribesmen almost fell off the car several times, and Vito was almost the same. He slipped several times and barely stood up.

The anti-aircraft gunner screamed and fired continuously while stepping on the trigger. His ugly face was missing several teeth and had some mutations. His saliva was splashed around with the strong wind.

He did not pay attention to the screams below him. A piece of blood was spilled on the floor. With a heavy fall to the ground, he looked down and then his chin was shot through.

The gunner's entire head was shot through from below, and he fell on the anti-aircraft gun. Hafas climbed up from below, grabbed the gunner's body and pushed him out.

The gunner hit the roof and then fell off the train. Hafas looked at the gun position instrument in front of him with a confused look on his face. He sat in the driver's seat and subconsciously stepped on a pedal, and the gun fired.

He was startled and pulled the lever on one side, and the angle of the anti-aircraft gun turned accordingly. Now he knew how to use this thing.

Hafas turned the anti-aircraft gun and aimed it at the front of the train. He stepped on the trigger and fired one shell after another at the remaining anti-aircraft guns. They began to explode and disintegrate intensively, and their members were engulfed in flames before they could react.

Vito rushed past the roaring anti-aircraft guns. He rushed forward at a speed beyond human physical strength against the strong wind. He kept dodging and rolling to avoid shells. He jumped out of the flames and rushed through the broken anti-aircraft gun positions.

The members of the anti-aircraft guns that had not been destroyed wanted to fight back. Vito rushed past them and fired continuously at the people behind the gun shields with two guns. After a short and intensive design, a large amount of blood was sprayed behind the gun shield, and their bodies had collapsed in various postures.

Vito sprinted forward and jumped in front of an anti-aircraft gun that turned in the direction. He flew over the heads of its members, and they raised their heads in astonishment and looked at Vito who passed over their heads.

He shot down in the air and pierced their heads one by one. Their heads were shot through from the top of their heads. When Vito landed, their bodies fell behind the gun shield one by one.

He slid into the cockpit from the front of the train in one step. There was a severely mutated deformed dwarf here. His legs were completely atrophied, leaving only two long hands.

The monster was hung on the front of the train by a hanging basket, looking at Vito with huge eyes in astonishment. He immediately pushed the acceleration gear of the train to the limit and then locked the operating console.

Vito shot his head and smashed it. He grabbed the dwarf's head and threw it off the train. He looked at the locked acceleration gear. The train began to accelerate forward, and the huge amount of fire sprayed by the plasma tail flame began to flicker erratically.

The thruster began to burn and break, and its turbofan fell off and slid backwards in the flames. The tribesmen immediately squatted down to avoid being hit by it.

The entire propulsion engine was completely overloaded, and the fuel nozzle shattered and spit out a large piece of fuel, which exploded instantly after contacting the sprayed plasma.

The violent explosion shook the entire train, and the train shook violently in the explosion. Hafas hid in the gun shield and did not fall down, but the tribesmen on the roof were not so lucky, and one of them was thrown down immediately.

Vito also fell on the wall of the cab. He cursed and the lock on his finger broke. He pulled the accelerator lever with his backhand and it was completely lowered. Vito's fingers began to sweep across the entire cab.

Countless operating senses and instruments began to adjust, the emergency brake handle was instantly killed, the red handle was firmly hit at the end, the train's propulsion engine was instantly shut down, and the broken structure broke in the wind and fell on the sand.

The emergency brake system on the train chassis fell down, and the brake locks were inserted into the movable shaft to stop the train. A huge amount of sparks sprayed out from between the rotating shafts.

The train completely lost its balance amid the harsh sound of metal friction. Vito cursed and immediately grabbed a handle. The body of the train lost balance and tilted to one side before hitting the sand.

A huge amount of sand and dust raised a large cloud of smoke that covered the train. The tribesmen who lived on the sand dunes in the distance climbed up the hills and looked at the dust.

Sarah rushed up the sand dunes and looked anxiously in that direction. The chief also came up and looked at that direction with a long stick. Everyone looked at the large dust.

As the sand and dust disappeared, the steel body was exposed to the sun, and its body was generally submerged in the yellow sand, like a dragon lying in a pool of blood.

"Oberon" is dead.

The tribesmen burst into cheers, and the hunters raised their spears and slid down the sand dunes. They rushed to the train and howled and fired at the sky.

Shotguns fired at the sky, and Sarah instantly breathed a sigh of relief and covered her chest. The chief looked up at the tribesmen who rushed to the train.