Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train-Chapter 1037 - 398: Spirit Overload (10,000)

At noon, 12:20, daylight should have long arrived, yet Dawn City seemed to have been devoured by Extreme Night, the dark tide still shrouding the sky.

"Still unable to reach Dawn City?"

At the direction of Tianji Qionggu Strait’s Dawn Center, the operation center was bustling, deploying numerous reconnaissance aircraft and Nightwalker troops, but still there came no news from Dawn City.

Inside the base command vehicle, Li Heping, clad in a trench coat military uniform, looked solemn; the tea on the table had gone cold since last night.

"The Sky Patrol Machine can’t get close. Even the sky toward Qingbo and Zen Gate is black, and we can’t get a signal at all," said the chief of staff Liu Yalou, looking grave.

"Many convoys are stationed nearby, but most are small convoys or support ones leaving the old, weak, and supplies behind. Most with artillery fire, those close by, fought their way into Dawn City last night, together with Ping City and Yingdu direction, surrounding emergency teams, Nightwalker Organization—everyone who could go has gone. The outskirts have become a battlefield, but in the dark zones, we can’t break through at all." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Wei Chonglou, the Dawn Center’s engineering commander, was a tall, lean elder, brimming with a murderous aura despite his glasses: "The hastily assembled Emperor Mecha numbers 02 and 03 have also been deployed, along with Huo Jiang’s eight interstellar hunters. This firepower input is the largest since Apocalypse Day."

"The fact it hasn’t dawned yet means Crescent Moon Operation’s information is accurate; this dark probe is aimed to devour Dawn City. If they fail, we and other battle zones will never see daylight again," Li Heping spoke in a deep voice.

"Darkness struck without any forewarning; all our preparations still caught off guard. This surprise attack has now become a critical battle."

Equally anxious were the European Storm Alliance in faraway Reykjavik, Phoenix City in South America Ushuaia, the North American Alaska United Front, Oceania Noah, and Republican Sanctuary Islands... Survivors located globally were all tuned into the Phoenix Society’s world channel, countless people praying, while with Dawn City’s information blackout, despair intensified every passing minute.

Dawn City.

Dawn did not arrive.

This megacity capable of housing tens of millions now seemed to devolve into an apocalyptic battlefield, a hell on Earth.

Tens of thousands of troops, millions of survivors, starships and flying vessels filled the sky, gunfire, arcs, smoke, roars, screams, from 4 PM yesterday to now, battled for nearly 20 hours, the blazing fires atop the city walls burned throughout the night, yet failed to illuminate the sky.

The Dark Tide overhead seemingly formed an iron wall of despair, engulfing Dawn City entirely.

Viewed from 3,000 meters above, the whole city appeared as a shattered circuit board—broken roads were charred wires, burning buildings melted chips, and flowing across this ruin, millions of monsters.

The 138-story Sky Rainbow Center Commercial Building was severed mid-way, a monstrous Special Level spider crawled over the debris, embedded beneath its massive legs a half-frame armored vehicle wreckage. Overhead, Sky Fighters relentlessly bombarded the scene, while down below, dozens of self-propelled guns fired in unison, 155mm shells creating vortexes of flesh amid the monster horde, but next, a centipede-like creature burrowed from underground reducing them to scrap, screams filled the air.

Above Wall 2, garrison, Iron Guard Brigade, and North American United Front’s fleet were half downed, the Heavenly Calming Ship spewed dense smoke, a Dreadnought-class Space Battleship’s plasma main cannon dying yet still firing, piercing blue-white beams through three flying monster constructions before colliding with a winged dragon, triggering a secondary explosion, the Close-in Weapon System’s ammunition chain hung like a glowing pearl necklace against the sky, and more monsters descended from the cracks in the clouds.

Shelter No. 21, Central Subway Station · B2 Level

The emergency generator emitted a humming roar, lighting the deep passageways and illuminating tens of thousands of pallid faces.

Here, the majority were women, children, elderly, injured, pregnant women, the artillery sound above resonated throughout the night, and every second here felt like a year, from deep corners, occasional quiet sobs emerged.

"Mom, has it lighted up outside yet? Why is dad still not back?" In the corner, the daughter tugged at her mother Wu Li’s sleeve, holding a gray, one-eyed toy.

Wu Li stayed silent, not answering, staring at the ceiling, each explosion causing the fluorescent light bulb to tremble violently, concrete dust falling, the crowd briefly screamed then quickly muffled by stifled sobs.

Boom!

Another massive explosion sounded overhead, spreading panic throughout the underground shelter.

"Damn it!" A retired veteran, Zhang Jianjun, with a broken leg tossed away his cigarette, stepping with a mechanical prosthetic toward the guard: "Hand us weapons, we fight!"

Zhang Jianjun’s words seemed to ignite something, the crowd stirred, some rushed forward.

"We can’t keep staying here!"

"There’s no darkness attacking now, we can help!"

"Everyone, retreat to the safe zone—" the commanding officer responsible for guarding wore a complex expression: "Our duty is..."

"If they all die, staying hidden here means nothing." Wu Li emerged from the crowd, her face stained with dust, yet her gaze remained impossibly determined: "The end has come, men, women, elderly, children, are all the same..."

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