Chapter 111: The Desert Cargo Fleet -3

Bang! Bang!
Two explosions roared across the ground, and in an instant, one person from the shed district was reduced to scattered flesh on the earth.
“Ridiculous—how dare they delude themselves into thinking they could beat us.”
A Li, from the Desert Cargo Fleet, turned his gaze to Zhao Qi.
“Alright!”
Zhao Qi smacked the back of the beast beneath him with the spine of his blade and charged forward.
Seeing one of the few men who appeared to be the enemy leaders rushing straight for their shed master, several close allies of Shed Master Song immediately intervened to block him.
There was only one Chrono Weapon—if it was snatched away by the enemy, their side would be finished for good.
Clang! Sparks flew in all directions.
The triangular mark on Zhao Qi’s chest flickered, as red flames instantly erupted from his blade, cutting down the man charging at him.
[I have offset 342.5 N.]
“Not bad, looks like someone has offered up temporal sequences in a plea for mercy on your behalf.”
Zhao Qi gave a sinister smile.
“You!”
The other two men charging forward heard this and immediately caught on.
“Are you sending those people to their deaths just to collect their temporal sequences?!”
“Exactly!”
Zhao Qi swung his blade. These two had decent martial skills, wielding iron staffs to exchange blows with him, but dread chilled their hearts—this Horse Bandit Cargo Fleet was even plotting for the temporal sequences of its own people.
“You’re even scheming against your own…”
“This world will never be short of cargo fleets.”
Clang! Clang!
“There will always be new people coming, always those who desire immortality to join us, heh heh. Cleaning out the weak is absolutely necessary!”
Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out.
Amidst the muzzle flash, the two men ahead were struck all over by the hail of iron-pellet bullets, one unable to evade, taking a hit to the eye. The moment he closed his eye, Zhao Qi’s greatsword had already fallen on his neck.
“Haixiang!” the Shed Master, after pushing down the ones surrounding him from behind, saw this scene and immediately screamed hoarsely.
“Die!” Zhao Qi charged into the crowd on the massive beast beneath him.
Seeing the entire blade of this weapon glowing red-gold within a flickering virtual flame, Shed Master Song felt utter despair.
He already knew that this was the color that appeared only after the time-sequence enhancement exceeded ten thousand.
The man before him was an unmatched expert on this land.
“Shed Master Song! Flee now, avenge us later!”
The men beside him shouted angrily.
“Me? I… How can I flee!!”
Shed Master Song’s chest flashed with four lines, tears welling in his eyes as he raised a long knife with a force of 10N per strike, charging at the giant beast and the shadow of the bandit astride it.
[YangZicang invested 5000N in me]
{Don’t refund me the time-sequence.}
Shed Master Song, who had been running the financing model, heard a voice that sounded like an illusion.
[I’ve suddenly received unexpected aid. I think this is what I urgently need. I should start using it immediately.]
Shed Master Song’s body trembled; snapping back to reality, he looked at the red blade nearing, and his body instantly glowed with a crimson light.
[For I am the Great Quadrilateral…]
Boom!
Shed Master Song was blown away.
Zhao Qi’s blade dimmed in an instant; he stared incredulously at Shed Master Song, who had been knocked back by his swing.
“Urghhh! Damn it, my four-thousand-year time-sequence principal! You beast!”
Zhao Qi charged forward like a madman.
But the figure who had slammed to the ground got up, and when that fierce, murderous gaze met his, Zhao Qi suddenly came to his senses.
He no longer had any extra time-sequence left.
This was not the time for bravado.
“Quick, head back!”
He turned the black ox with a form like a hippopotamus beneath him, intending to flee.
“Die!” Shed Master Song quickly built up speed and hurled the long blade gleaming with dazzling golden light.
Zhao Qi frantically glanced behind him. Gritting his teeth, he plunged the long blade into the colossal beast beneath him.
[I’ve gained 23.2N.]
“Help!”
He shouted ahead to the several leaders of the wasteland caravans riding on the backs of wild beasts, but they looked at him as if he were no more than a pile of trash.
The mutated beast let out a pained roar, flinging Zhao Qi off its back.
In the Land of Lost Frequencies, where the lifespans of monsters and beasts were the only replenishable source, Zhao Qi—already knowing he couldn’t save his mount—hesitated no more as the monster cast him off, ending the life of this mutated beast that had carried him for over a year.
“Dodged it!”
Still mid-air, Zhao Qi was just delighting in having avoided the fatal strike aimed at his spine, when he suddenly felt his plummeting body turned abruptly by an unseen force.
“What? No!”
Just as he was about to hit the ground, his body uncontrollably altered its direction, flying straight toward the swift spear hurtling toward him.
“Ahhh!”
A torrent of boundless fear instantly flooded his mind.
Zhao Qi screamed and flailed his arms, trying to stop himself, but he remained just a few centimeters short of touching the ground as that blade shot straight for his face.
Boom! A fierce wind rose suddenly.
In that final moment, he seemed to see a ghostly train racing swiftly through the air a meter above the ground ahead, circling the crowd toward the rear of the caravan.
“This can’t be…”
Plff, smack!
The long blade wrapped in golden radiance pierced into Zhao Qi’s body from the top of his head, like a sword sliding into its sheath.
The body, with its head blown off, fell to the ground with a dull thud.
This sudden turn of events changed the expressions of several men on the backs of the beasts behind them.
“What’s going on?”
“That’s not something that guy could have pulled off. Who did it?”
Their eyes darted left and right, scanning among the fighting figures, wondering who might have suddenly stabbed Zhao Qi in the back.
Suddenly, they heard chaos and screams coming from the rear.
Shi Shuangbing immediately turned to look back and saw two figures hurled into the sky; with a flash of red light, they burst apart like they had been hit by a shotgun.
“Someone’s coming!”
“Who is it?”
The people from Small Shed Settlement looked with both surprise and joy toward the rear of the opposite side, where the light of two models had just flashed.
Those were clearly two quadrilaterals.
In the pitch-dark sky, the other side deliberately spread flashing quadrilaterals toward the horizon, announcing their arrival.
Shed Master Song froze for two seconds, then looked down at the still-swaggering corpse, stepped forward a few paces, and pulled out the blood-stained Chrono Weapon with a single yank, finally letting out a deep breath from his chest.
“Brothers!”
“A formidable expert has arrived. If you’re no cowards, follow me!”
They had been fighting a desperate battle, but now a real turning point had arrived. Promised by the shed master’s rallying call, the remaining fighters gathered around him while retreating and striking, following him in an arc as they attacked the flank of the cargo fleet.
Ning Yang stared blankly at the rear—the location shown in the Mental Link image was exactly where Zuo Feixian was.
“This… am I dreaming?”
The four people beside him, who had been in despair, tensed up and leaned against each other. Niuwa murmured in shock, “A passerby helping us?”
“No, that’s… Jia Zi Jian,” Ning Yang muttered.
“What? Jia Zi Jian?”
“How could it be that guy!”
The four turned their heads to look at the commotion behind them.
Anyone could be the one, but the arrival being Jia Zi Jian was something they least expected.
A cargo team member approached the deputy leader: “Boss, there’s someone coming from the rear. Li Ge, what do we do?”
A Li stared coldly at the opposite Shed Master Song.
“I miscalculated. Send two men to finish the boss Song. If we don’t get a quadrilateral lost model tonight, with so many dead, I wouldn’t dare face the boss.”
“Yes.” The man glanced nervously at Zhao Qi’s corpse, turned and barked orders to two cargo fleet members, then spurred his mount toward Song Zilin’s direction.
A Li took an iron hammer from his back, gripped it with both hands, and with a squeeze of his legs, turned his mount around.
In the rear of the Wasteland Cargo Fleet.
When the chest of Luo Bin, standing at the carriage entrance, flashed with quadrilateral light, both Zuo and Xu were terrified.
“You’re also a quadrilateral?”
Teacher Chen and the other stared at Yang Zicang with disbelief, as if he were a ghost.
“Good heavens, when did so many quadrilateral models show up here?”
“This… is indeed something—experts stick with experts.”
Little Liu, trembling with fear, tugged at his teacher’s sleeve while eyeing the portly man slightly hunched before him.
Luo Bin proudly lifted his chin, gave a snort, and jumped off the cart. He turned to Yang Zicang and said, “Give me the Chrono Weapon, won’t you? You have so many cool toys.”
Yang Zicang shot him a glance: “Don’t think about pocketing it—I plan to give this to Xiao Yu later. Also, join my caravan first; otherwise, you won’t be able to contact the outside.”
He tossed the longsword that originally belonged to Ma Chao down from the train, having previously nearly given it to Liang Xi before Luo Xin dissuaded him on the grounds that it might attract prying eyes. Considering that it was ultimately Ma Chao’s weapon, and the Xiongying Group might retaliate against its bearer, he refrained from forcing the gift.
“Alright! I’ll take care of the small fry—leave the glowing red ones for you!”
With that, broken lines burst from Luo Bing’s chest, shooting into the distant void.
“Old Wang, ready to get to work.”
On the other side of the mental link, Wang Yu’an was overjoyed.
Inside the cart, Yang Zicang looked out at the crowd from the Wrecked Carriage caravan charging through the darkness as they turned around.
“Molly, let’s get started, too.”
{Hehe, Moli received.}
{Boppoli received too! So many people, big shot, be careful!}
The young man in khaki work overalls jumped down from the train door, his feet landing firmly on the ground.
{Can I add some passengers?}
Yang Zicang was taken aback. After struggling inwardly over the train’s issue, he sighed and said, “Alright, just be careful not to accumulate over ten thousand temporal sequences.”
He himself was far from a good person; what he wanted to become was someone capable of uncovering the truth of this world.
{I’ll be careful. It’s a pity you’re not the train conductor who made me mature; otherwise, this wouldn’t be something I need to think about.}
“I were your first train conductor, you wouldn’t have gained these temporal sequences.”
After all, the Nightmare was just a nightmare, not a human. This human-made constraint, where individuals couldn’t obtain temporal sequences from each other, didn’t work on it.
A spectral monster surged out from the turbulent energy behind Yang Zicang, and the White Shadow Thought-Dragon charged fiercely at the crowd brandishing swords and charging forward.
This was the Nightmare that belonged to him.
Its temporal sequences were completely shared with him, like a true extension of his mind.
This was the materialization of thought-power—[True Descent]!
“Kill!”
“Ah, run! There’s an invisible monster!” The crowd scattered in panic.
Teacher Chen and Little Liu watched in astonishment as the two moved unimpeded into the crowd, while the train sped directly into the throng.
Bang-dong-dong!
From certain carriages inside the train came the rolling sound of someone falling, and then those people fell silent.
“Hehe, you two, be careful. We’ll go lend a hand too. Oh, by the way, keep the timeline savings for us and don’t actively return them to us.”