The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 49

"Eve, move it!" Lloyd shouted, advancing towards the rear of the carriage while firing his shotgun. The pellets tore through the air in the confined space, tearing apart one demon after another. Blood splattered everywhere, but more demons surged forward, clawing at each other as if drawn by some irresistible lure.

Amid the chaos, petals scattered around. Lloyd grabbed his briefcase with one hand and tossed it to Eve. The sudden weight almost made her stumble, but she regained her balance and dashed through the iron door towards the rear.

However, she quickly turned back, her face pale. "What are you doing?" Lloyd yelled, to which she quickly replied, "There are demons back there too!"

"What?" Lloyd muttered, blowing apart a twisted head with a shot. He grabbed Eve and pulled her outside the carriage, slamming the door shut. Bloodstained hands pounded against the glass, which was already cracking under the pressure.

Lloyd hoisted the briefcase onto his shoulder, suspending it at his waist, and drew a cold, gleaming sword. "Demons at the front too?" he asked, bewildered. The sheer number of demons suggested that this train had been full of them from the start. But why this train? Why now?

Remembering his extraordinary spiritual sight and Eve's own abilities, Lloyd formed a theory. Perhaps their deep connection to darkness had drawn the demons here. But why now?

His sword pierced through the thick iron door, impaling the demons on the other side. The holy silver coating sizzled as it came into contact with demon blood, like acid on metal.

"Climb up!" Eve shouted. The silver bell in her hand boomed like a cannon, blasting holes in the iron door. Blood gushed through the gaps.

These were the lowest level of demons, mindless creatures driven only by bloodlust. But Lloyd knew better than to relax; there could be more powerful demons hidden among them.

They climbed to the top of the carriage, Lloyd lifting Eve first. The wind was fierce, making it hard to see. He used his sword to anchor himself. "Head to the front, Eve. We need to get to the engine!"

That was his plan: fight their way to the engine, disconnect the rest of the train, and leave the demons behind.

"Why are there demons here?" Eve asked, still shaken from the sudden onslaught. One moment the passengers were whispering, the next they had turned into demons.

"Two conclusions," Lloyd said, dragging Eve along the roof like they were climbing a snowy mountain. "One, our connection to the darkness has reached a point where it's noticed us. But if that were true, we'd be facing something far worse than these grunts."

He repeatedly drove his sword into the roof to steady himself, occasionally lifting it to reveal a flash of red beneath. "So that leaves one answer: the demons were on this train from the start. But why this train? Damn it, this connection to the darkness is too real!"

Lloyd's mind wandered to philosophical musings even in the midst of danger. The idea of such a mystical bond seemed almost like fate.

Glass shattered and metal twisted as monstrous arms reached out from the sides of the carriage, like a grotesque garden of flesh.

Gunfire rang out, carving a path through the blood and chaos. "And there's another issue!" Lloyd grabbed Eve, her small frame clutched like cargo, and leapt over the writhing mass of demons to the next carriage.

This was a specialized move from his demon-hunting training. Even without awakening their blood powers, hunters like Lloyd had superior physical and sensory abilities. But they were still human and could die just as easily.