The train was slowly coming to a halt, and everyone felt it when the speed of the carriages began to drop noticeably.

But no one had time to think, and the chirping of giant birds, the shouts of humans, and the roars of wild beasts made everything seem extremely noisy and chaotic for a while.

The blood splattered on the car window did not know if it was left by a man or a beast.

"Hold the window, keep the window!" Wadson yelled.

There was only one thought left in the soldiers' minds at this time, and that was to shoot, and shoot as hard as they could, in order to gain a chance to live.

They use shouting to curb fear in their hearts, and they use gunfire to vent their madness.

The beasts clinged to the brackets under the tracks, their claws hooking the gaps in the steel, their brute force allowing them to crawl upwards without hindrance.

As the birds attract human firepower, they also get closer to the train.

There is no doubt that in the wilderness at the foot of this mountain, humanity seems to have fallen into a desperate situation.

Yanagihara knew what would happen if she continued like this, so she stepped out of the window and didn't shoot again. Instead, they made their way through the chaotic crowd and headed for the front car.

In the front compartment of the locomotive, there is still a slight amount of viscous substance left in the closed incinerator.

These are the remnants of the burn-out spices, which also have the ability to attract wild animals, but the smell obviously doesn't spread as quickly as incineration.

Without thinking much about it, Yanagihara grabbed a handful of such residues with his hands and applied them to his body.

This gave her already dark skin a shallow shine.

What is certain is that she is clearly the most delicious delicacy in the eyes of the beast now.

After smearing the residue evenly, Yanagihara left the front compartment and returned to the first compartment.

At this point, the place has fallen into an even more frantic fight.

Yanagihara casually picked up a straight knife beside a soldier and said.

"Do you need this, I'll take it if you don't."

The soldier didn't answer her, just roared and shot at a giant tiger that was climbing upwards.

"Okay, thanks." Yanagihara agreed and pinned the straight knife directly to his waist.

Subsequently, she took three more knives from the side of the three people.

By this time, her waist was already full of blades, three on the left and three on the left, and her tattered short knife was pinned in the middle.

Under the impact of the birds, the train finally stopped.

The bones of the birds got stuck between the wheels of the train, leaving the train motionless on the tracks in mid-air.

"Cab, why stopped! Give me a drive! ”

Shooting and killing a fluttering bird, Wadson yelled into the communicator.

"Yes, something got stuck on the wheel, and the car won't drive."

A frightened answer came from the communicator.

"! Fix it for me right now, or we're all going to die here! Wadson cursed, raising his rifle and continuing to shoot at the herd.

"Yes, yes!"

The cab began to check for malfunctions.

At this time, Yanagihara was already standing in the crowd and pushed open the door of the first car.

"Whew!" A biting cold snap swept into the carriage.

Wadson turned his eyes for the first time, and what he saw was Yanagihara standing by the car door with his robe turned upside down.

"Yanagihara! What are you doing! ”

In desperation, Wadson lost his usual composure and etiquette, and directly called Yanagihara's name.

Yanagihara glanced at him sideways, blinked calmly, and said lightly.

"Go and fulfill your commission."

She's going to change something.

Although she had not been able to change before, she still subconsciously held on to her blade.

still subconsciously stood up.

still subconsciously made the choice he had made.

That's right, like I said, she used to be a hero.

Wadson looked at those calm eyes without a trace of waves, and involuntarily froze for a moment.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand that there was never peace in those eyes, but a dead silence.

It's just that right now, there seems to be a glimmer of light in these dead eyes.

Human beings have not changed, and they still learn not to give up struggling.

In the bitter cold wind, Yanagihara took off his coat, revealing his body, which was as toned as a female leopard.

She moved her neck, then put her hands on the hilt of the knife at her waist and jumped out of the carriage with a blank face.

Wadson still stood there, with the incredulity that Yanagihara was used to.

The next moment, both humans and beasts saw the figure of the blade hanging from the waist, falling from mid-air.

By this time, the incinerator on the train had been extinguished and the chimney had been closed.

The smell of animal traps and spices could not be emanated from the closed carriage, so Yanagihara's body naturally became the only smell point.

Almost instantly, the eyes of all the beasts were drawn to Yanagihara.

An ape clinging to the steel support noticed the falling Yanagihara, and it hissed, its eyes red, and almost without any hesitation, it pounced on Yanagihara.

Its body is more than two meters tall, its huge palms capable of tearing an adult male in half, and its sharp teeth are stained with yellow-green filth. It is believed that if it bites, even if it does not die directly, it is impossible to return to the greenhouse alive.

But Yanagihara just glanced at it indifferently, and then, he pulled out the two straight knives on his waist.

"Brush!"

It should have been an extremely dazzling sword light, and Yanagihara fell straight down to the snow.

In mid-air, the ape's body was split in half, its internal organs shook out, and blood fell like raindrops.

It wasn't until the blood raindrops fell on the snow that Yanagihara's body staggered to his feet.

Fifteen meters tall is enough to break the legs of an ordinary person.

But she only wiped the blood from her face, and then looked at the beasts with a melancholy expression, silently raised the blade in her hand, and spoke slowly.

"So, it's working time."

The blade reflected the light of the sky, as well as the wanderer's black eyes.

Well, Yanagihara still hasn't learned to give up struggling.

Even after she realized that the world was hopeless.

The beasts paused, because Yanagihara at this time was simply two sides of the extreme in their eyes.

On the one hand, there is enough temptation to drive them crazy.

On the one hand, there is danger enough to make them retreat.

They could feel that in Yanagihara's thin body, there seemed to be a kind of madness that made them tremble.

But the smell of the spices made it difficult for them to think so much.

"Roar!"

Only countless roars were heard, and the beasts that were still besieging the train suddenly changed direction and rushed towards Yanagihara without any scruples.

Looking at the rushing beast, Yanagihara took a deep breath, pressed down the blade in his hand, and said in a deep voice to the communicator tied to his wrist.

"Wadson, do you remember what I said, this is the disaster. So, what are you waiting for? ”

Yanagihara's voice woke Wadson, who was still distracted in the carriage.

He stared blankly at the figure under the train, which was already surrounded by beasts.

He understands that the other party is creating a chance for everyone else to live.

He also understands that the price that the other party will have to pay for this is likely to be his life.

He finally knew why he felt that the other party was different, because in that person, he seemed to see some great shadow.

And humanity has not witnessed greatness for too long.

It is a spirit that is enough to illuminate an era, so even a shadow is enough to make people see a glimmer of hope in despair.

"Everyone!!" Wadson's eyes were red, and he used all his strength to raise the communicator in his hand and shouted.

"Fire!!"

They are going to live, in the name of humanity, in the name of the victims, in the name of the civilization that remains.

They want to live, even if it's embarrassing.

They want to live, because they haven't forgotten the past under the snow and ice.

Because anthropology doesn't teach anything.

Because there are always people who will light the next dawn in their own way.

"Ahh!!hh The soldiers who came to their senses opened fire, and the movement of the beasts made them understand that the figure that jumped down was buying them time.

And she is likely to be carrying animal trapping spices on her body.

The speed at which the beast eats is very fast, and if you directly pour the beast trap spices, I am afraid that it will be eaten by the beast in less than half a minute.

And that man, apparently, was fighting the beast with his own life, wanting to buy them more time.

How long it will last, no one knows, it could be a minute, it could be a minute, it could be a two.

In short, there should be no chance of her surviving.

"Bastard! Bastard!! The soldier who had given Yanagihara the equipment was lying by the window, his eyes red and pulling the trigger.

He watched Yanagihara struggle to dodge among the beasts, but he was still left with wounds, and he watched Yanagihara be submerged by the beasts little by little, but he could only scream and curse powerlessly.

"Don't forget to give yourself a knife, bastard!!"

Even if he understood, Yanagihara was afraid that he would fight the beast until the last moment of his life.

Even if he understands that this is Yanagihara's own choice.

But he still couldn't help but want to scold, didn't he?

I've already told her, and this will make her get rid of it quickly.

"Cab!!" In car number one, Wadson hissed with a communicator.

"Give me the fuck a train!! I can't start it, I'll kill you! ”

He can't let Yanagihara's sacrifice go to waste, he wants to live with the rest of the people.

"Yes, yes!" The driver pushed down the power lever in a panic and pulled the train to the maximum.

There are usually only two ways to do this, one is to scrap the train completely, and the other is to let everyone escape.

"Z!"

With the sound of the rails rubbing against the wheels, the train finally started again.

On the tracks, the snowy train headed off into the distance.

Under the railroad tracks, Yanagihara was in the midst of the beasts, her wounds wriggling, and black and red threads were extracted from the flesh and blood, stitching her wounds together.

"So."

She grinned as she looked at the beasts gathered around her.

"Let's start the second round."