No wonder he didn’t want Yin Lin to get too close. He clearly didn’t want her to see this scene. No wonder Huan Hong didn’t come—she clearly didn’t want to do this dirty work.
At that moment, Song Wuli’s preconceived notions of magical girls shattered. This really wasn’t a scene he should be watching, nor one Yin Lin should see.
Right now, Jin Luan was like a war god. She had killed everyone in one car, her body completely stained red. Rather than calling her a magical girl, removing two characters would better suit her current state.
She was about to step into the next car.
Suddenly she sensed something, immediately tilted her head, and at almost the same time, a Magic Power Cannon shot grazed past her head, narrowly dodged. This dodge was very perilous.
Looking back at the speeding train, several people in brown robes were aiming their gun barrels this way and fired another few shots.
Jin Luan didn’t dare take them head-on and kept evading.
Thanks to the high-intensity training outside the city a while ago, her eyesight and body movement had improved. Even without using Instant Step, she now had a decent chance of dodging their shells, which had an especially long wind-up.
If her mana weren’t nearly depleted, she wouldn’t have chosen such a dangerous combat approach.
Fighting Demonic Creatures in the Dungeon had drained too much mana, plus maintaining the Transformation for so long, the cost of flying, and the recent battle—all of it had left her pretty worn out.
This was the normal mana level a magical girl should have. Yin Lin’s situation was abnormal.
Jin Luan also noticed a detail: when these brown-robed men’s small cannon shells hit a person versus missing and hitting the metal floor nearby, the effects were completely different.
A Mana Shell that seemed to have very weak magical energy would emit fierce magical energy upon hitting its target, yet it didn’t cause much damage to the floor—far less destruction than a normal RPG-7.
This was clearly a special weapon where magic damage outweighed physical damage, probably designed to deal with Demonic Creatures and magical girls.
If handheld cannons had such power, the train-mounted cannons must be even stronger. Those were obviously not meant for Jin Luan but for Yin Lin.
Jin Luan entered the second car, running and charging toward the enemies ahead.
Then things changed. Most of the gray-robed men operating the train cannons fled, but two people were still adjusting the angle of a train cannon, almost aiming at her. The Charged Attack was ready and could fire at any moment.
Besides that, a very burly, two-meter-tall brown-robed man was walking against the flow toward her, very conspicuous, carrying a huge, heavy Shield and a one-handed hammer.
Very unusual. Were there people on this train who weren’t afraid of a magical girl? Of Jin Luan?
Unfortunately, Jin Luan had turned off her Mobile Phone, losing a source of tactical advice. Otherwise, she might have heard some useful warnings.
She walked forward holding her Knife horizontally, planning to slice this burly brown-robed man in one cut.
“Show the Pope our supreme courage!”
The big man roared and charged faster.
Jin Luan was only surprised, not yet afraid.
Demonic Creatures were much bigger and burlier than him, and she had killed plenty without feeling much.
What could this brown-robed giant, weaker than a Demonic Creature, do?
Jin Luan didn’t underestimate him. She prepared to deal with him—a horizontal slash first, using 100% of her strength. The blade struck the Shield but couldn’t cut through.
It was metal. Sparks flew, and the blade even bounced off.
Jin Luan’s experience in this area was a bit lacking. She used a real attack instead of a feint.
This brown-robed man was also interesting. Instead of sneaking in a hit with his hammer, he directly shield-bashed, slamming the Shield hard into her, sending Jin Luan flying back three meters.
Jin Luan entered flight mode to absorb the impact, didn’t fall, and landed steadily.
Just as she regained balance, the brown-robed man was on her again. Not done yet, the enemy’s train cannon had turned its barrel and aimed at her.
The cannon fired. A Mana Shell hit the corner of the brown-robed man’s Shield from behind, grazed it.
The man was knocked into a small stagger. The shell detonated in a small explosion, scattering, but the residual force was still fierce, heading straight for Jin Luan’s face.
Jin Luan was prepared. A small sidestep dodged it. She used her Knife as a slide, catching the shell at an angle with the stained blade, then parried it away, altering its trajectory just slightly.
The shell passed her side, hit the floor far away, and exploded, blasting a hole through the ground.
Jin Luan frowned, eyes half-closed, uncomfortable.
When the shell grazed the Shield, it had already caused a small explosion. The mana inside released, damaging both the brown-robed man and Jin Luan.
The man’s side was already scorched black in a small area, the flesh tender, with many wounds.
Jin Luan’s Magic Shield barely held, nearly breaking, covered in spiderweb cracks.
She might really die here.
The enemy’s train cannon was quite powerful. If it hit her directly, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Another enemy train cannon also fired.
This time, Jin Luan didn’t overestimate herself. She used Instant Step to leap past the brown-robed man, avoiding the second shell while landing next to the two people who had fired.
Suddenly, her head spun with dizziness, and she almost lost her footing. Her remaining mana was dangerously low.
‘I envy Greenfield so much. If only I could use Mana Recharge too.’
This brief hesitation nearly gave the two train cannon operators a chance to escape. They abandoned the cannon and turned to run.
Jin Luan didn’t give them that chance. She recovered, ran a few steps to catch up, and finished them with two slashes.
While this fight was happening, Yin Lin suddenly sensed a familiar aura—Demonic Creatures, about 10 kilometers away, deeper inside.
There seemed to be three of them, all Intermediate Evil Demons.
They had appeared suddenly, similar to the Dungeon’s feeling, not like a Transmission Portal but some other method.
Yin Lin quickly accelerated her flight, intending to pass over this train and go deal with those Demonic Creatures immediately.
As she was about to pass the train, she brushed past near Jin Luan.
She suddenly noticed Jin Luan’s attacks were weak. The brown-robed man with the Shield had bashed her, knocking her into a stagger.
A magical girl’s Magic Shield could block damage, but because of body size, she easily got knocked into stagger and was vulnerable to control skills.
Jin Luan stumbled, unbalanced, and then a handheld cannon shot hit her back—a small mana-infused shell broke her shield and caused some damage.
Yin Lin immediately stopped, took a deep breath, turned around, and aimed her Wand at the train.
She admitted she ran away from things she couldn’t see, but she couldn’t let go of what she could see.
Even though she knew the Demonic Creatures were destroying the Facility, which would have long-term effects on Yiri City and humanity—many people might starve or freeze to death due to resource shortages in the future, or the city might lack resources to repair itself, leading to an Alien Demon Invasion and destruction.
But Yin Lin simply couldn’t ignore what was in front of her. She believed she had to help Jin Luan.
“Dodge!”
Yin Lin shouted with the loudest voice of her life.
But this body’s voice was still too soft, too girly.
However, Jin Luan understood her intention.
Even if she didn’t hear, just seeing the accumulating mana and Yin Lin’s movements was enough.
So, Jin Luan forcibly used Instant Step again—not to attack, but to escape.
She instantly distanced herself from the train as far as possible.
Yin Lin’s not-yet-fully-charged Magic Power Cannon also fired, heading toward the speeding train.