The locomotive sped through the wilderness, a smoke dragon billowing up from its rear. The oncoming wind blew the paladin, with silver hair, to the back. Rhine, who was wearing his goggles, had no expression on his face and continued to blast the speed of the engine towards the end of the oil needle. That was already more than 300 kilometers per hour!

The wilderness was dead silent.

This was true deathly silence.

Under the attack of the Ocudus Family ...