The foreign ministers shrank in a ball, trembling like ears of wheat blown by the wind.

It seems to be desperately hoping to grow a hard turtle shell on its body so that it can immediately curl up inside.

The subhuman guards stood urgently near each window, on guard.

Again, they smell danger.

They drew their swords, their eyes like sharp arrows on their strings, ready to strike.

What's going on?

Why are these guards suddenly on alert?

They were strange, but they didn't dare ask.

Or fear of the bottomless abyss outside the carriage, or fear of Gwen standing in the middle of the carriage.

Gwen remained expressionless, as if she didn't care about the crisis in front of her.

The silver armor swept through all the ministers whose eyes fell on her like a storm in the north, and the indescribable cold penetrated their bodies and minds.

The ministers only dared to glance at Gwen, and the power coming from Gwen prevented them from concentrating.

I'm afraid that before the train falls or reaches the kingdom of Kante, they will be overwhelmed by this majesty.

Was this Grand Knight of Gwen like this before?

I don't know how Victor endured her.

As soon as they thought of this, the ministers' admiration for Victor flooded their hearts.

The knights also sensed the abnormality of the train, and they staggered with each other in a hurry, the metal armor on their bodies making a heavy crashing sound.

They marched through the carriage, trying to run to where the princess was.

They have never encountered such a situation before.

The magic train suddenly trembled?

Earthquake? No way.

How could the magic train be suspended in mid-air, how could it be trembling by an earthquake?

However, the violent tremor of the train did give rise to fear.

From the time it was invented to the time it was put into use, the magic train has never had a breakdown.

If there is a hidden glitch, the dwarven councillor who invented the magic train will probably not be able to calm down.

Clang!

Above the carriage, there was another violent crashing sound.

The strong vibration made everyone sway, and one by one they subconsciously looked for a strong part that could support their body, and held on tightly.

Countless knights almost didn't grasp it under the impact, they felt the carriage tilt a little, and they even felt that death was so close to them for a moment.

Their hearts were pounding, and they only felt the blood rushing to their brains.

The subhuman guards, on the other hand, rely on their innate ability to balance and stand firmly on the backrest of the seat attachments.

Suddenly, the train stopped shaking.

As if something had forced it to stop, the train stopped after the tremor stopped.

The people froze, watching the clouds roll slowly forward, but they themselves were stuck in mid-air with the train, and they could only stare dryly.

How could a train suddenly stop in the air?

The ministers were in confusion, looking out the slanted windows of their cars, and a chilling abyss unfolded before their eyes.

After two collisions, the train inevitably lost stability.

The entire carriage tilted slightly in midair, finding an eerie balance on the magic track, standing stubbornly in the air like a leaning tower.

Obviously they are in the air, what did they encounter to stop the train?

At this time, Gwen said calmly as if she had expected it.

"Victor said that this is something that will definitely be experienced when he leaves the empire this time."

What do you mean?

Her words stunned everyone present.

Foreign Secretaries had no prior knowledge of the dangers of travelling.

Hearing such news suddenly, the ministers' feelings were extremely complicated.

Co-authored Victor, they knew for a long time that this train was bound to be dangerous.

But instead of informing them, let them suffer this danger together?

No wonder there are so many guards on this train.

Even Victor got on the train with him.

By the way, Victor, Victor!

At the thought of Victor, these ministers felt a little more secure in their hearts.

But now the trains have stopped in mid-air.

In such a critical situation, what is Victor doing, why hasn't he come forward?

Suddenly, Gwen drew the flaming sword at her waist.

In an instant, the sword intent overflowed, and the air around him began to become scorching.

The dry air began to distort, and sword flames rolled up like fiery dragons.

The blazing light shone her frosty face red, as if two forces had merged together, about to explode into even greater power.

Her cold voice reached everyone's ears:

"Now, please sit quietly in your place."

"Don't be surprised by anything that happens after that."

The subhuman guards also clung to the hilts of their swords and stood in order.

At this moment, there was a shocking roar from the front of the car, like a giant beast roaring, and the tremor made the clouds outside the car tremble.

The deafening roar made the ministers' ears ache, and they covered their ears and twisted their faces in pain.

What's going on?

The source of the sound..... It's first class.

Covering their ears, the knights who forcibly endured the sound immediately reacted.

That's where Her Highness Aurelian is!

Could it be that His Highness is in trouble!?

Thinking of this, the knights couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, a little overwhelmed.

And the ministers have long had time to think.

Will something happen to Aurelian!? What does this have to do with them!?

Their lives are on the verge of dying, do they still think about whether they will lose their heads after Aurelian's accident?

Suddenly, with a roar, the windows and doors of the train erupted with a loud bang.

The black tentacles that extended from the outside quickly wrapped around the entire carriage like a giant serpent, and began to contract violently.

The carriage twisted and deformed under this pressure, and the carriages on both sides were propped open, breaking two open cracks.

The ministers looked at these terrifying tentacles, and they were so numb that they forgot to exclaim.

I could only watch them press in circles, causing the twisted carriage to make a screeching sound.

However, Gwen remained as calm as ever.

She stepped on the twisted saddle with one foot, the red sword in her hand like a ray of light piercing the darkness, the flames still shining on her cold face.

Finally, some of the ministers endured their fear and looked at the black shell that revealed their true faces.

That moment.

Fear filled their minds.

The irregular body squirmed, tentacles spreading out over its filthy body.

In the chaotic black shell, there was a faint yellow eyeball, like a lump of flesh.

It opened its eyes and took a closer look at the panicked crowd in the carriage.

Until the eyes of disgust, gradually focusing on a figure in the carriage.

The ministers followed the blasphemous gaze and similarly fell on Gwen.

"Goddess...... Goddess ......"

A complex chant like an ancient language came from all directions, mixed and incomprehensible, and it made people feel terrible.

However, Gwen showed no mercy, and with a hard step on his feet, the whole carriage seemed to tremble a little.

As the flaming sword burst out of the air, she was wrapped in red flames and came to the monster in an instant.

A sword slashed out, and the red light seemed to cut off the scorching space, the flames quickly burned, and a terrible explosion suddenly sounded from mid-air, and even the entire carriage was shattered in large pieces.

The violent wind breath from the explosion continued to compress, and finally burst open.

The air whistled incessantly, filling the clear blue sky filled with white clouds, pouring into the small, twisted carriage, setting off a violent pressure.

The ministers hurried to the nearest handrail, fearing that they would be swept away by the violent storm.

The monstrous black tentacles exploded after being slashed by the terrifying flames, turning into dense smudge and falling on the carriage.

The black liquid seeped into the cabin through the narrow, cracked gap.

Soon, the deep black droplets flowed out of the floor, and the droplets gathered into a multitude of filthy monsters.

The slender tentacles dragged the disgusting body and slowly surged towards the ministers.

The moment the ministers caught a glimpse of these monsters, it was like falling into fear at the bottom of the frozen valley.

The tentacles that were originally severed by Gwen turned into countless filthy monsters.

But the sub-people had already prepared everything, and when they saw these creatures, the hair of their tails and ears stood up at the same time, and they rushed towards the group of monsters as if they were beasts.

These filthy tentacles were staggeringly weak, and after only a few moments, they were quickly eliminated by this group of subhumans.

Gwen stood in the carriage like a cedar standing in the wind, her gaze fixed on the twisted monster.

A fierce cold wind swept through her long hair, and she held a flaming sword in her hand, her heart like ice, her sword like fire, and she faced her fear.

The tentacled monster was covered in flames, as if it could not be extinguished.

Even the yellow eyes seemed to be stained with ghost fire.

Its flesh-and-blood eyes stared at Gwen and whispered an ancient language that it couldn't understand:

"Female ...... God? ”

"For ...... What. ”

At this moment, it seemed to fall into an incomparable rage, and its tentacles grabbed the train and entangled it tightly.

After slicing an arc in the air, he threw it towards the abyssal valley below.

Phew——!

The carriage could no longer withstand such a huge force, and fell through the howling cold wind towards the crack.

At this moment, everyone in the carriage felt this terrifying sense of falling.

Even the Yamen were unstable and crashed into the body.

The weightlessness of the horror made the ministers unable to utter a word, and even the brains had stopped thinking.

Only the sound of the wind whistling around them kept pouring into their ears all the time.

Buzz –

Suddenly, a huge sea of magic completely covered the entire carriage.

The twisted magic seemed to hold up the carriages, and it floated in the air.

Even the knights and ministers floated in the carriage.

As if they were the rest of their lives, they looked out of the carriage with a bewildered expression.

Then, they all saw the black figure outside the carriage.

Outside the carriage, Victor put his hands in his pockets, and his black trench coat kept swinging.

Stand with your legs upright and float in mid-air.

After the trench coat, it was as if five different stripes lit up, generating five huge elemental palms.

Magic stretched out from his five palms, which were firmly grasped as if out of nothingness, dragging the levitating train.

He raised his head and looked at the goddess believer who had shown his true form and was burning with flames, his face cold.

"Sure enough, you who don't dare to show your head in the empire,"

"How could you let go of this opportunity?"