The door of the carriage was suddenly slammed open with a tremendous force, creating a deafening roar. The tall hunter Montette, with one hand tightly gripping a serrated blade that glinted with cold light and the other holding Fenris's short gun, appeared before the crowd like a ghost. His gaze was cold and vicious, like a hungry beast, instantly sweeping toward the fourth prince Roland at the back of the carriage.

  Roland’s expression was as calm as water, staring back at Montette without any fear, his eyes devoid of panic or terror, as if he had already resigned himself to the fate that was about to come.

  The soldiers inside the carriage immediately roared and charged forward. They knew the prince's safety was paramount, and at this moment, they had thrown caution to the wind, disregarding their own lives.

  However, they dared not use firearms, as in the narrow confines of the carriage, any ricocheted bullet could hit the prince, and that would have consequences they could not bear. Some soldiers tried to drag the prince away from the danger, but Roland remained rooted to the spot, unwilling to budge.

  "Your Highness, do you have any way of dealing with this guy?" Buck stood in front of Roland, his eyes fixed on Montette. Watching the hunter efficiently slay soldier after soldier, Buck’s pupils involuntarily trembled.

  Montette’s combat power was terrifying. The serrated blade in his hand seemed invincible with each powerful swing, easily slicing through the soldiers' heavy armor. Not to mention the blade itself—if he were to pick up any knife or fork from the dining table, it would instantly become a deadly weapon in his hands, able to punch holes through the soldiers' bodies.

  A series of blood splashes erupted, like a red fountain, spraying across the floor and walls of the carriage, the air thick with the nauseating stench of blood.

  “No way,” Roland said expressionlessly, shaking his head lightly. His voice was deep and calm. When Buck looked back at him, Roland was staring into his eyes. Although he said there was no way, his gaze seemed to convey, "You are the last hope."

  Buck instantly understood Roland's meaning. In this life-and-death moment, he had become everyone's final hope.

  In the blink of an eye, all the soldiers in front had fallen, their bodies sprawled on the ground, blood pooling into rivers. Montette raised his beautiful short gun, and without hesitation, fired a shot at Roland’s head.

  The blood-colored bullet shot through the air like a meteor, a sharp red line, carrying the scent of death, heading straight for Roland's forehead.

  Roland’s breath caught, his heart seemingly stopped for a moment. Yet, at that critical moment, Buck, like a black flash, dashed directly in front of Roland! He used his own body to block the fifth-tier hunter's blood bullet!

  The terrifying kinetic energy carried by the bullet pushed Buck backward, like a surging tide, forcing the prince to slide backward as well until they crashed into the back wall of the carriage.

  A blood hole appeared on Buck’s right shoulder, emitting white mist—where the bullet had pierced his body. But under the surge of life energy, the wound rapidly closed at a visible speed. Surprisingly, the bullet hadn’t fully penetrated his body!

  “One blood bullet dealing over 5000 damage, as expected of a fifth-tier hunter.” Buck stood firm, his expression emotionless, his eyes revealing a hint of determination. He casually drew a long sword from a nearby soldier's waist and strode toward Montette, each step strong and decisive, as if declaring to the enemy, “You’ve met your match today!”

  Behind him, Prince Roland took a deep breath, his eyes full of shock and gratitude. The royal guards beside him stared at Buck's back, their faces filled with disbelief. They seemed to be seeing another monster, a monster with life energy reaching 310,000.

  “Interesting,” Montette grinned, exposing a row of sharp teeth, a hint of excitement flickering across his face. His figure flickered, charging forward like a ghost, his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to see his movement.

  Buck also charged forward, his weapon flashing in the sunlight as he swung it towards Montette’s chest! But Montette shifted his body, vanishing like smoke before the sword could touch him. Just as Buck was stunned, Montette appeared beside him, his serrated blade flashing cold light.

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  A vicious cut appeared along Buck’s waist, blood instantly spurting out. With a great force behind it, Buck was sent flying by the slash, crashing into the side wall of the carriage like a cannonball, leaving a large dent in the wall.

  Montette was somewhat surprised. He had expected the slash to sever Buck in half, but the sensation upon hitting the target felt unusually stiff. This guy’s body was strong enough to absorb the full force of his strike! This stirred a surge of inexplicable anger and frustration in Montette.

  A cyan-colored arm suddenly swung out from behind Buck! It was the Demon Creature's Arm, its sharp claws flashing with cold light, tearing through the carriage’s inner wall and ripping apart the deck. The five claws were like five legendary weapons, howling through the air toward Montette!

  “Here we go again?” Unfortunately, this time, Montette was prepared. With a flicker of his body, he avoided the Demon Creature's Arm's attack. Having already experienced the devastating power of the God's Corpse's Hand, Montette had made an evasive move before the attack even arrived.

  Buck used the force from the carriage wall to propel himself forward once more, continuing to press Montette with his sword. He knew that Montette’s speed and strength far surpassed his own in all aspects, but there was one thing he could match the enemy with. That was the Demon Creature's Arm, which had reached level 5 over the past year!

  【Demon Creature's Arm V: Requires 10 spirit or life energy to activate, cooldown time: 1 second.】

  With only a 1-second cooldown, the Demon Creature's Arm allowed Buck to fight with greater flexibility and unpredictability in close combat. The arm contained immense power, its muscles as tough as steel, and its sharp claws even sparked fire as they clashed with the serrated blade.

  “Come on!” Montette finally met a worthy opponent on the train, and he roared with excitement. He swung his sword, cleaving the Demon Creature's claws, and quickly raised his gun, firing repeatedly at Buck’s forehead. The powerful blood bullets seemed to be shot without regard for cost, tearing through the carriage. The bullets roared through the air, creating a strong wind that rustled people’s clothes.

  Buck's body was thrown around by the immense force, and he could only barely raise his demonic arm to protect his face. Under the fierce assault, his health rapidly dropped during the fight, losing a third of it in the blink of an eye! However, Montette himself was also surprised.

  No human had ever dared to endure his deathly gunfire like this! Even the Apostles of God, if they couldn't avoid his bullets, would perish on the spot from such an attack. How is this guy still alive? Montette suddenly entertained a ridiculous thought, Could he also be a follower of the Goddess of Death?

  He swung his blade again, trying to cut down Buck, who just wouldn't die and kept coming back. With a swift motion, Montette turned toward the stunned onlookers at the back of the carriage. He decided to stop dealing with Buck for now and focus on his primary target—Prince Roland, the Fourth Prince!

  As Montette surged forward, he raised his gun. The blood-colored bullet quickly formed in the barrel, and the immense power of death infused it. This shot would kill any mortal! But just as he was about to pull the trigger, a pale hand with six fingers suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind.

  It was the hand of a heretic! This hand was faster than the Demon Creature’s Arm! Its reach was longer! The sudden attack completely caught Montette off guard. He was immediately ensnared by the Touch of the Fool, his body plunged into a dazed stupor.

  “I’ve finally caught you,” Buck spat out blood, a victorious smile tugging at his lips. He quickly flipped over, the cyan claws of his Demon Creature's Arm stabbing straight through Montette’s back. The immense strength of the arm sent Montette crashing against the side wall of the carriage, breaking through the reinforced steel and creating a massive hole! The immortal Montette was once again sent flying out of the train…

  ……

  “Buck Frank, how are you feeling?” Prince Roland was the first to walk over to Buck, his voice filled with concern. He and Buck both looked out at the large hole in the train, where a blurry landscape awaited—seemingly hiding endless unknowns and dangers.

  “I’m fine…” Buck wiped the blood off his face expressionlessly, his gaze still resolute. His injuries were within tolerable limits. A vast surge of life energy coursed through his body like a roaring tide, white mist rising from his wounds, quickly healing the surface injuries.

  Seeing that Buck was not in immediate danger, Roland asked in a deep voice, “How many more times can you defeat him?” This was his most pressing concern. While everyone was astonished at Buck Frank’s strength, before this, no one besides the prince had known that Buck had the power to stand against a fifth-tier Fallen Hunter.

  But Roland was clear that Buck was not another immortal. His strength, though immense, had its limits.

  “Defeat him?” Buck scoffed, responding, “He’ll come again, won’t he? He really can’t be killed?”

  “Can’t be killed. At least, Death’s Prison hasn’t found a way to kill him,” Roland squinted, his eyes revealing a trace of worry. He knew just how terrifying Montette was. This immortal was like an ever-present nightmare that could never be escaped.

  “Well then, Your Highness, in the short term, I can only stop him once more,” Buck exhaled softly, looking at the scenery outside the train. He noticed that the train had entered a thick fog at some point. The dense mist, like a massive curtain, enveloped everything, creating an eerie sense of oppression and unease.

  “Once… Very well.”