Armed Train in the Apocalypse-Chapter 272 - 204: Followers
The dense juice bursts in the mouth, like biting into a water pouch.
The fresh aroma of the pear instantly fills the mouth.
The immense vitality rushes into the body eagerly, almost a world apart from the other pears on the mountain.
This gap is not something that can be compensated for by quantity.
Perhaps the other pears on the mountain were merely spawned by the exposed aura of the Crown Pear.
In less than a minute, Su Huan had devoured a basketball-sized pear without wasting a bit.
The vitality lost due to genetic transition and collapse rapidly replenishing.
Just one Crown Pear increased his lifespan by three years!
And the whole tree bore as many as eighteen Crown Pears, three large, five medium, and ten small ones.
The largest one was the one he just finished eating.
Not counting the small ones, just three mature Crown Pears could extend his life by nearly ten years!
The rest, even if not as good as the large ones, should still make up for more than ten years of longevity.
But eating them like this would be a waste.
Su Huan jumped onto another sturdy trunk, picked another large Crown Pear, and started eating while glancing down at the thick trunk beneath his feet.
Although the landslide just now caused a considerable disturbance, the roots of the Crown Pear tree were very deep, merely shaking off the branches and leaves, blocking the falling rocks, and not only was it not eroded by the acid rain, but it also appeared even more lush and vibrant.
It looks like a divine tree embedded in a cave.
The train conductor was not amazed at nature's artistry, but simply felt that this thing was just too damn big.
Over forty meters tall, longer than a train carriage.
But if the tree is not dragged back, who knows if these pears will continue to grow after being separated from the tree?
After all this effort, what's the point of only getting a few pears, can it justify the conductor's hard work?
"Boom..."
Another giant rock fell from above, breaking a few branches and dropping all the way into the flood below.
On the tree, there was the sound of loud chewing.
Su Huan, while gnawing on his third pear, tossed a small light sphere down.
The turbulent waves below crashed against the mountain, and standing on it even had a bit of the feel of viewing the sea from a cliff.
Some snakes, ants, mosquitoes, and birds and beasts attached to the mountain screechingly ran towards the top, but just as they flew to the tree's edge, they were knocked down by a layer of high voltage appearing out of nowhere.
Su Huan was not particularly worried about his own safety.
If using the Pan-energy Crystal had given the Evolver extraordinary potential, he was an extraordinary and uncommon person who had realized that potential.
Although he couldn't fly and his flesh couldn't stop bullets, if he fell into the wilderness, he was no longer the prey living in constant fear.
He was the hunter, the danger, part of the disaster.
Even if he left the train now, he could survive well, though his quality of life would drop sharply.
That was something the train conductor couldn't accept, besides, what good is a conductor without a train, like a man without a gun?
After finishing the third pear, Su Huan belched.
Although it didn't take up space in the stomach, the sheer size filled him up with water.
As estimated, it added a whole ten years of life expectancy.
Ignoring the storm outside, Su Huan strolled around the tree crown like a wealthy landowner counting all the pears, mainly to observe their internal energy state.
Then he broke off a few branches, and with high-temperature fingers, he twisted and wove them swiftly into fifteen large and small baskets, and the design was exquisite and pleasing to the eye, not inferior to the small baskets Yu Yue often used to put bread in.
The train conductor actually knew many life skills, such as weaving baskets, fishing, hunting, and even wilderness construction was his forte.
He just never had much opportunity to showcase them in his life.
Su Huan fixed each small basket under the pears, tying them securely.
He hadn't finished yet when he heard Yu Yue's somewhat anxious voice calling.
"Mm-hmm, still alive..." Su Huan tugged at the firmly tied small baskets, satisfied, saying, "On the tree pretending to be a monkey."
With the issue of lifespan solved, the train conductor felt much relieved.
Yu Yue: "...The broken peak is on your side, the train can't get over, but they say the water level is rising, by tomorrow morning you can get across, don't rush to come down, there's something in the water."
Su Huan glanced at the dark mountain below.
"How's Liang Kuan and them?"
"They've successfully boarded the train, now only you're left."
"Have them prepare more steel cables and launchers..."
"Okay, anything else?"
"Prepare a serving of corn rice rolls with some five-spice sauce cubes."
Yu Yue: "...Forget you, you can stay on the tree pretending to be a monkey."
Su Huan let out an inexplicable faint tut from between his teeth.
He turned to find a place to rest; even the branches of the pear tree were as thick as buckets, and the main trunk was extremely sturdy, allowing one to lie comfortably.
Furthermore, the layers of leaves blocked the rain, not a single drop leaked through.
If it wasn't for already having a train, he would've liked to build a treehouse in the Crown Pear tree, and with his ability, he wasn't even afraid of lightning strikes.
With his hands pressed behind his head, listening to the howling wind and rain, and the occasional vibration from below, his long-tense mind greatly relaxed. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
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The atmosphere in the dining car was tense and oppressive.
The senior officers of the Armed Corps and the purser gathered together, a few heavy smokers one after another, with their terrifying lung capacity, even a cigar wasn't enough for a puff, and soon the whole dining car was filled with smoke, obscuring the faces of those sitting across from them.
Until Yu Yue conveyed Su Huan's calm voice back through the earpiece, did everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
