"Life energy 1000 points... Hunter? Enemy?"
That was David's first thought upon seeing the other. An extremely dangerous aura made the hair on his back stand up.
The hunter who opened the door said nothing and suddenly raised his saw blade to slash at David!
Whoosh—splat!
The saw blade swung incredibly fast, but it couldn't be faster than the Hand of Divine Corpse.
The dark red arm struck first and directly crushed the other's head!
David stood up and expressionlessly controlled the arm to tear off that hunter's limb, then casually tossed it out.
The corpse crashed through the compartment corridor window with a whoosh and fell out of the moving train.
The two maids and Doug in the compartment were scared into a huddle by this sudden attack.
"You guys hide in the luggage cabinet, don't come out..."
David turned back to warn the three of them. Seeing Doug trying to squeeze into one cabinet with the twins, he added: "You, hide in another one."
Doug had no choice but to shrink his neck and comply.
David closed the compartment door and walked toward the front carriage, unsurprisingly seeing a bloody scene.
That dripping saw blade had silently killed a large number of people in the front section of the train, including the conductor and over a dozen royal guards protecting the train.
Looked like this train had been targeted...
The steam locomotive was moving along the tracks at fifty to sixty kilometers per hour. If it was a high-tier hunter, they could possibly jump onto the train directly from the sides of the tracks.
The journey following Prince Roland back to the capital didn't look peaceful at all.
David decisively turned back and strode toward the rear half of the train where Roland was, quickly encountering royal guards blocking his path.
"The train's under attack by a hunter. Everyone up front is dead."
Hearing David's words, the guards' expressions immediately changed, and they sent someone forward to confirm the situation.
"I need to see Prince Roland..."
This time David encountered no more obstacles. After all, he was a noble, and it was perfectly reasonable for a noble to request protection after encountering an attack.
But David wasn't seeking protection. He had a strong intuition that Roland would be in danger. He couldn't let this golden goose have problems.
When he saw Prince Roland in the luxurious compartment built from an entire train car, before he could speak, intense gunfire rang out from the carriage behind him.
Mixed in were various terrible sounds of saw blades cutting through flesh and severing bones...
The enemy was coming.
David narrowed his eyes and turned around.
The several hunters dressed as supernatural beings in the compartment exchanged glances. At Fenris's eye signal, they immediately rushed forward.
But once these people left, they never came back.
The royal guards set up rotary steam rifles at the door of the spacious buffer carriage ahead. These heavy weapons connected to a metal backpack on the guards' backs, driven by winches and steam compression, seemingly able to fire continuously.
Just then, the door of the opposite carriage was suddenly kicked open. A tall figure appeared in David's sight, making his pupils contract slightly.
"What's going on? Isn't he already dead?"
That blood-soaked hunter was actually the guy he'd just crushed with one claw!
David had even already devoured the other's arm...
Beast-like pupils, a gaunt face full of wrinkles—when he saw David in the rear through the crowd, the corner of his mouth curled into a ferocious smile.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The guards' steam rifles roared metallically, bullets pouring toward that hunter like rain.
But the enemy suddenly moved, his movements weird and swift, dodging left and right in the not-so-spacious carriage, crossing large distances in a few strides, easily avoiding the sweep of the barrage!
The hunter's movements seemed so elegantly deadly in David's eyes. He immediately judged that these guards simply couldn't stop the other's assault.
Sure enough, when the hunter charged at high speed, stepping on the carriage's side walls, the saw blade in his hand effortlessly severed the head of a firing guard.
The soldiers behind decisively drew their blades, but their movements were really too slow. Before they could strike, their throats were slashed by the saw blade, blood flying everywhere.
Every strike fatal!
David began retreating. On this side of the carriage, Fenris's eyes widened the moment he saw the opponent.
He seemed to recognize that hunter's identity. Fear and panic crept onto his face.
Fifth-tier Hunter, the Undying Montaigne!
Why would he appear here!?
No time was left for Fenris to think. An entire team of guards ahead had all fallen within a few breaths.
Swords and bullets embedded in Montaigne's body, but he seemed completely oblivious, still grinning ferociously, continuously advancing through the slaughter. Blood had completely stained the carriage floor red.
Fenris looked back at Prince Roland, who'd already stood up, and showed a resolute expression on his face. He swept back his coat, drew the gorgeous short gun and silver sword at his waist, and strode forward.
"Even if I die here, I can't let Prince Roland suffer the slightest harm!"
The remaining five or six hunters likewise drew their weapons and followed Fenris.
They all knew the enemy's power, but they too were hunters who didn't fear death—supernatural beings who hunted darkness naturally walked hand in hand with death...
Only one exception—Veronica cowering in the corner looked at that terrifying enemy, unable to muster the courage to face his saw blade no matter what.
The hunters joined the battle ahead with swift steps, steel blades almost filling the buffer carriage.
A life-or-death fight unfolded in the cramped space. Both sides' agility advantages were reduced to minimum, but in the contest of strength, they still weren't Montaigne's match.
The saw blade forcibly severed the hunters' silver swords, even dismembering their arms with those incredibly fast fierce strikes.
Montaigne's combat skills seemed to have surpassed all hunters. Even Fenris, the most senior third-tier hunter, was completely suppressed.
When casualties reached a critical point, the hunters finally released all restrictions and began pulling the triggers of their short guns.
Roaring sounds exploded continuously. The immensely powerful blood-colored bullets flew wildly, blasting huge holes in the carriage's side walls.
Fenris backhandedly stabbed himself with his sword. The spurting blood transformed into steaming white vapor that enveloped his entire body. The next moment, his body directly passed through all obstacles beside him, straight for the enemy's heart!
The silver sword pierced Montaigne's body. Immediately after, four blades simultaneously stabbed in, instantly puncturing several bloody holes in the fifth-tier hunter's body.
The hunter holding the saw blade maintained his smile and fell to the ground with a boom.
"Dead?"
The hunters were slightly dazed, but the next moment, a saw blade swept across below them, directly severing several people's ankles...
Only then did Fenris realize something, shouting: "Can't kill him! Restrain him!!!"
But he spoke too late. No one could restrain that perfectly intact beast anymore. His saw blade traced beautiful arcs, swiftly severing one head after another.
David closed the door to the forward carriage amid the hunters' screams.
He'd witnessed a scene shocking enough to stun him. That monster-like guy—his health bar had clearly been emptied, but after falling he suddenly completely recovered, his life energy instantly refilling entirely!
Resurrection, undying...
This kind of enemy most restrained him. His Hand of Divine Corpse could directly crush the other to death but couldn't stop him from standing back up.
David quickly walked toward Prince Roland, saying in a deep voice: "Your Highness, please come with me to the rear carriage..."
"It's useless..."
Roland showed a bitter smile. The carriage door behind him opened. A team of royal guards rushed into the compartment to set up defensive lines. More guards behind wanted to rush up, but he raised his hand to stop them.
"Even if all my people die, they can't stop that guy."
"Your Highness knows the opponent's identity?" David frowned.
Roland nodded: "The Undying Montaigne, a fallen one who should be imprisoned in the death prison."
"Undying? Does Your Highness know how many times he can resurrect?"
"No one knows..."
...
In the forward carriage, the surrounding side walls had all been completely destroyed by tremendous force. The carriage was almost reduced to just a floor.
All the hunters were dead. Only Fenris remained, gripped in Montaigne's hand.
Fenris bit his teeth, blood continuously overflowing from his mouth. Actually, only his upper half remained.
"May you find eternal life in death."
Montaigne stared at Fenris's gradually dilating pupils and casually tossed his half-corpse out of the train...