"Huh?"

When people hear Berg's words, the first thing that comes to mind is not panic, but doubt.

Could this be the recording of a live show?

People speculate that there will be occasional shows on live streaming platforms, and the people who participate will be challenged in various ways, and maybe it will be the live broadcast of a large program, so they didn't tell anyone else for the sake of the performance.

Thinking of this, someone took out the mobile terminal, but found that the speed of logging in to the forum became very slow, the information was also greatly delayed, and the live broadcast could not be watched.

"What's going on?"

It wasn't until now that some people reacted that this was not a show effect, and the other party was not joking.

"This train has been hijacked by us, and my request is simple, that is, I want you to kill each other, and the last one who survives will be able to leave this train. ”

Berg saw that the passengers were beginning to recognize the situation, and continued.

"If you don't want to kill the people around you, then I don't mind doing it for you, but I don't know anyone there, so I might kill random people, and you'll have to fend for your luck. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"No kidding, you're going to be caught and hanged. ”

"Hurry up and let us out, you want money, I have a lot, you can make a price as you like!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, but Berg was unmoved.

He commanded the alchemy synthesizer forward, grabbed a middle-aged man, and immediately disemboweled, blood splattered on the faces of the people around him, and the passengers who couldn't react didn't let out a scream until a few breaths later, and hurriedly retreated.

"Don't, don't come here......"

"Who's going to save me......"

The smell of despair permeated the restaurant, much to Berge's delight.

"Wail, scream, kill each other, hehe, it is this strong feeling that is sacrificed to the soul of the saint. ”

Under Berger's coercion, finally, someone began to attack the people around him.

It was a man dressed as an aristocracy, holding a short knife for self-defense, and was plunging into the heart of an old man in front of him, warm blood flowing out and staining the soft carpet red.

One woman began to exclaim, but soon, the man next to her knocked her down with a punch, holding the smashed bottle in his hand, marking her fair skin with bright red.

Flesh and fat splattered in the dining cart, much to Berg's excitement, and he stood in the doorway, watching the crowd fighting each other, and laughing.

Lark joins the slaughter, using no magic and only his own hands, obliterating one passenger after another, blood splattering and making his face red, but for Lac, it is a supreme honor.

Dallas was in the cab, hearing the faint screams in the wind, his heart did not waver, these were necessary sacrifices, for Dallas alone, human life was just a number.

Philo was in the cargo hold, watching the wisps of white soul pour into the gem in the center of the circle, causing the gem to gradually radiate a brilliant light, and he felt a permanent peace of mind.

Philo began to chant the incantation, and everything in the world was far away from him, and he felt as if he had sunk into the silent depths of the sea, and in the depths of the unfathomable abyss, a voice was whispering to him.

“...... End ......"

The voice permeated every inch of Philo's body, and he felt a sense of sublime and immensity overflow his chest, and he sank his heart to try to hear the truth of the voice.

“...... Close...... True...... End ......"

As his voice grew clearer, Filo's sense of anticipation grew louder and greater, and he saw countless pale souls lingering above the circle, gradually forming a pattern, and the whisper quickly turned into a clear word.

“...... The crown war is so much fun. ”

The voice said this, causing Philo to frown slightly, and he looked at the image of the soul, it was a blonde girl standing with a sword, and behind it, the name Crown War took up most of the screen.

"Huh?"

Philo felt he couldn't understand anymore.

......

"It seems to be going well. ”

Rosen glanced at the four alchemists sitting with their eyes closed, and then at the picture on his mobile terminal.

In the picture, the train is hijacked, the passengers are fighting each other in the restaurant, and countless tortured souls are condensed, which is exactly the plan implemented by Philo and others.

But in fact, the four of them did not leave their box at all, and they were still sitting in their places.

"I didn't expect it to be able to be used like this. ”

Ain looked at the mobile terminal in Lawson's hand and was a little surprised.

She thought it was just a prop for entertainment, but Lawson actually did a lot more with him than that.

It's as if the current thing called Impression Space was created by Lawson using a mobile terminal.

The specific principle Ain didn't understand, she had never been good at the creation of mages, but Ain knew that this impression space could connect the minds of several people, and place them in a virtual environment to develop, similar to connecting the dreams of several people, and at the same time, it was also interfered with by Lawson, and would not do whatever she wanted as if she was in her own dreams.

Since the impression space is actually composed of the memories of each person, the whole environment will be constructed from the memories of several people, and it is almost impossible for people to perceive the falsehood, especially in the closed environment of the train, there are too few things that can produce changes, so even if the four people make such a big movement in the impression space, it will not cause the impression space to collapse.

In fact, the moment Philo and the others returned to their box from the dining car, they had already stepped into the impression space, and everything after that was under Rosen's control.

Why neither the guards nor the conductors have the slightest sense of vigilance, why there are no people with good strength among the passengers who stand up to resist and quickly fall into chaos, and even why there are really props that block the signals of mobile terminals in a large area, all these reasons are impression space.

Naturally, it was impossible for Lawson to allow these people to actually use killing to summon the so-called Sage Soul, but he was also curious about what these people were going to do, so he conveniently used the impression space that he had just developed, and let them successfully implement the plan in their dreams.

In the end, it was Lawson who needed to wake up these people to arrange the illogical scene to make them realize that this was not reality, and of course, there was also Rosen's bad taste in it.

As for why, because Rosen has already discovered the culprit of all this.

A gray-haired man was standing outside the box, looking at Lawson and Ain.