"Hurry over!" Tsuchigumo pushed forward forcefully, "The Earth Flow Wall has divided the battlefield, this is our only chance!"
"Take all the injured children... let’s move quickly!" Sally led the Rat Clan behind her and caught up.
They sprinted to the train station, scrambling to get on the train carriages.
At the Mass Transit Railway Interchange Station, the dispatchers watched from a distance, wondering why this train had appeared, and when they saw the Rat Clan rushing into its carriages, their faces changed dramatically, yet they were helpless and unable to stop the large group of Rat Clan.
What Tsuchigumo wanted to know most was who was driving this train!
She rushed into the cab, only to find it empty, with only the automatic control panel and operating buttons, as if the entire train had entered a state of intelligent unmanned control.
The phantom-like Cyber Specter... Was it the savior or the destroyer of this world? Tsuchigumo could not tell.
She crawled out of the front door and saw the two missile drones in the sky chasing after the train.
Just as she was on pins and needles, she saw them change direction mid-air, returning to the original drone station, tracing a harmless arc in the clear sky.
"Phew... phew..." Tsuchigumo exhaled a sigh of relief, dripping with sweat, and watched as Sally pushed the last injured Rat Clan onto the train, "It’s time for us to go."
"To the new homeland of the Rat Clan... right? To the new homeland of the Rat Clan!" Sally’s eyes glimmered with an innocent, hazy Phantom Light.
"Yes, uh... although I don’t know where that is, it’s time to go! Escape Zanges!" Tsuchigumo led Sally onto the train, and the doors quickly closed.
"Yes—leave this place," Sally whispered.
"Where has your wildness, your ferocity gone?" Tsuchigumo observed the thousands of Rat Clan in the carriage.
They seemed to have been sent as pioneers among their kind, carefully selected, each very compliant.
"We don’t need them, we... no longer need those things. I want to lead our entire race... to find a future for the Rat Clan, a future that doesn’t tolerate murderers and cannibals," Sally said softly.
Tsuchigumo didn’t know what to do. She was not familiar with Sally, only hoping that the Mouse Woman knew what she was doing.
With a sharp ring, the train accelerated on the tracks, ready to pass through Zanges.
Tsuchigumo stood close beside Sally.
Sally didn’t need to shout; she communicated with her kind with small chirping sounds, which they could hear from 2 kilometers away and discern information from.
Sally comforted them, trying to put them at ease.
Their new homeland was ahead.
When the train reached Zanges West Station, the doors opened again, and many robots came on board.
They kept bringing cargo onto the train; outside them, Zanges West Station was filled with a large number of passengers staring at this abruptly appearing train, eager to get on and leave.
"The train is getting more crowded," Sally said while taking care of the injured Rat Clan, glancing at the robots that were loading the cargo.
"No, there isn’t a single person on board," Tsuchigumo said with a bitter smile, "Only the Witch, Rat Clan, and robots, no humans, all the humans are on the platform outside."
"Those people all want to get on the train."
"Because Zanges has now entered a state of chaos," Tsuchigumo surveyed, "Nobody knows what will happen the next second, not knowing whether the people from the Black Panther Society will win, or the Warlord will win."
"What about the companies?" Sally asked, "What will those big companies do?"
"I’m afraid they also don’t know what to do, this came too suddenly, nobody knows how much dark secrets there are, nobody knows why Keith’s seemingly unbreakable rule is now challenged..." Tsuchigumo pondered.
At the West Station, the robots boarded one after another, seemingly all obeying the commands of Cyber Specter, silently loading many goods onto the train.
The Rat Clan sat orderly on their seats or nestled between the luggage racks; robots filled the freight carriages at the end of the train with a large supply of goods, arranging them neatly as if they had planned it all along, and every action appeared pleasant and orderly.
At Zanges West Station, more and more people entered to board the train, almost every one of them pointing at this life-saving train, longing to get on and escape the city.
"Look at that train!"
"Maybe we can buy tickets to get on..."
"Robots are loading goods onto the train, is this a cargo train?"
"What I see... are Rats?" They murmured and whispered to each other.
This train could take them to safety, yet they couldn’t board, and their anxiety grew as they watched robots with different logos and functions bringing cargo onto the train.
Some people tried to observe the locomotive, scanning the inside to find it empty, a completely autonomous intelligent train.
Others contacted the train’s parent company, only to be informed that the train had been leased for special operations, funded by a wealthy sponsor, and they had no desire to interfere.
At the entrance to the train stood robots, not exactly blocking, but somewhat intimidating; so they could only watch eagerly, longing to board the train and escape.
Sally on the train could feel the anxiety of the people on the platform outside, and when she turned her head, she was startled; there were at least two thousand people squeezed onto the platform, with various faces, different skin colors, some with families, their luggage heavy, all staring blankly with stiff lips at this train.