After a brief glide, the train came to a complete stop, the rain washing away the bloodstains on the armor, reflecting the ghastly white lightning.
To ensure all the cargo remained, Bologue didn't choose to separate a particular carriage to stop part of the train. Instead, he opted to sever the connection between the locomotive and the carriages, bringing the whole train to a halt here.
Bologue turned around, only to see a motorcycle speeding up, screeching to a halt as Palmer pulled up beside the train, looking up at him.
"Wow, Secret Energy can be used like this."
Palmer was surprised by Bologue's armor; in this day and age, with firearms and cannons, such outdated things were rare. Even Palmer had only seen similar armor carefully preserved in his home's collection room.
But now, such a heavy armor appeared here, blending and confusing the eras.
"Don't be bound by ideas."
Bologue raised his hand to knock on his helmet, producing a crisp sound.
