Chapter 1846: A Powerful Being
Chapter 1846: A Powerful Being
The moment the dragon family entered the train and decided to get comfortable and sit down, they started chatting nonstop. The daughters would constantly chat, play, and talk about the scenery outside and what they wanted to see. Meanwhile, Drakda took a nap with Miranda, while Benladann started talking with the girls while also talking with Drake from time to time.
However, their little peaceful rest was promptly interrumpted, only five minutes into the train, and only a couple more before it started moving toward its destination....
TRUUUM!
Drake's eyes widened, as he felt a tremendously powerful bloodthirsty presence, which spread across the entire train cab. The people there froze, while some ignored it.
"What?!"
Drake, however, instantly glanced at the origin of this presence, noticing a tall man, the tallest one could be while fitting inside this train, covered from head to toes on black leather clothes, with a huge black cowboy hat and with no skin showing, wrapped on black robes, walking towards the next cabin.
Before moving forward, however, they suddenly stopped, Drake kept glancing, his Aura, cold and refreshing, washed away his oppressive Aura, as the man quickly glared at him, glowing red eyes was all Drake could see, his face shrouded in darkness.
||
The two men glanced at one another in silence for only a couple of seconds, but everyone in that cabin could immediately tell that they were dangerous men they shouldn't even look at. "Hmph... Not too shabby."
The man snickered, walking away after exchanging glares with Drake, and disappeared towards the next car, leaving Drake feeling tense.
"What the hell was that?!" asked Miranda, who ended waking up due to everything going on. "Who was that guy?"
"....Probably a hitman, there was an air of professionalism within his bloodthirst," said Drake. "He's someone experienced in the art of killing."
"Really?" wondered Benladann. "But why did he expand an Aura like that out of nowhere?"
"He was trying to immediately tell who his contenders were," said Drake. "Intimidating the normal people was never his goal, he wanted to check who could immediately respond to his Aura... And I did it I guess."
"So he was checking who could fight him?" wondered Miranda. "What the hell? What's the point of that? Don't tell me they're going to fight in a damn train, right? That's dangerous and the space is super tight too!"
"Ah, maybe that's what he wanted," said Drake. "I'm beginning to guess what this Stage 2 of the Trial is going to be... The participants of the Golden Spire Race will... most likely start killing each other."
"EH?!" Gasped Miranda. "Dammit..."
"Huh... Well, I had my suspicions," said Benladann, nodding.
"B-But why would they do that..." Benladra muttered. "Can't they get along and then go together to compete?"
"Yeah that's what a normal person would do dear," nodded Drake. "But these people aren't normal. They're powerful and think they can do whatever they want. If they can kill their opponents before they even get to the race, then that'll be even better, and make things easier for them too."
"It sounds wicked, but it does makes sense," said Benladann. "But would they go as far as going on a complete rampage though? If the train ends up being destroyed and then nobody can get to the race, everyone will end up losing."
"To be honest, even that sounds like a viable strategy," said Drake. "These bastards aren't going to play nice; we have to prepare... Dammit, and I just wanted to rest."
"How do we prepare, even?" wondered Kate. "We already are pretty strong now... Right?"
"Yeah, don't worry about anything, I think those that are tired should just sleep," said Drake. "We are indeed strong, so we'll simply rest and see how things go. I don't want to go on the offensive and trigger everyone else to start killing each other. We'll lay low for now."
"Only that?" Benladann was nervous.
"Of course not," Drake smiled, his eyes growing sharper. "I've already begun the preparations, if you couldn't tell."
He pointed down into the floor, as Benladann's eyes widened.
She noticed hundreds of tiny slimes hiding everywhere.
At the same time, they were scribing divine runes into the floor, invisible to everyone else but them.
They were rapidly forming something...
"A formation?"
"Something like that, but better, larger, and stronger," nodded Drake. "I'll be even fusing it with my Class Skill... It should at the very least, ensure our safety. And that of this entire section of the train. For now, rest, the fights have yet to begin so we might as well make sure to get some shuteye."
"Well if you think so... But let me help as well," Benladann said. "Can't we do something too? to prepare? Miranda?"
"Hmm, I guess we could set our own little traps, let's do that," Miranda giggled, showing her sharp shark teeth.
At the end, the children were too sleepy and tired, and all fell asleep promptly after seeing their parents preparing for anything.
Drakda, Kate, and Benladra were dozing off like little angels, their faces adorable and innocent.
Ultimately, Miranda and then Benladann couldn't resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep.
Even as strong as they were, they had used a lot of divine power to fight, which causes exhaustion to gods.
When sleeping, divine power can also recover faster, and even souls can recover quickly too, so sleeping was a must do...
Well, for most people, except Drake.
With a single second using [True Immortal Soul] he healed his soul's exhaustion by sharing the immortality of his body.
As for the rest? He simply ate a lot of meat he had packed inside his inventory, mostly demon and monster meat from the Venerable of Flames Trial and felt like a fresh cabbage.
He remained in silence as the train started moving, he felt it was a pity the kids didn't see the Starry Road they went through for a couple of minutes.
A beautiful cosmic sight he had never seen before. After passing through this space, the train appeared in another railroad, moving across a desert with golden dunes and giant red and
yellow cactuses.
And then...
Ding!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om