For this decision that concerned life and honor, Dagos had stood on this high ground like a statue for twenty-three days.

The battle line, like a blood-red grinding disc, had been pushed to within less than five miles of him. The interlocking battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see. Just then, a sharp, deep roar shattered the tension, and a 'war chariot' speeding towards this bloodbath became the new focus.

"The Soul Train?" Dagos watched incredulously as the train resolutely approached the battlefield. He wondered where these Devils who drove the train had found such temerity.

He could understand, though. Often, once you had seen the Blood War up close, you might have unknowingly rushed into the battleground. Turning back wasn't always an option.

If placed in a material plane like Elariya, the appearance of the Soul Train would certainly be disturbing and terrifying.

It was entirely made of dark Infernal Iron and twisted steel. Its body was engraved with strange runes and demonic statues. The train's front resembled a ferocious Devil's skull, its windows were thick iron bars, and chains and spikes wrapped around the carriage, making the entire vehicle look like an imprisoned monster.

In fact, since its forging in Hell, the Soul Train had been designated for use on the battlefield as a war chariot.

It had once been a perfect symbol of Hell, carrying endless fear and suffering through the blood-drenched battlefield, delivering reinforcements and supplies immediately to the dire front lines.

Yet, due to its designer's near-obsessive pursuit, the amount of souls consumed at full speed was so terrifying that even newborn Inferior Demons were starting to dwindle annually. This forced a certain Archduke of Avernus, after an audience, to demote it to its current role as a freight train.

Now, a Soul Shell thrown in every so often allowed it to haul enough supplies for an entire army, perfectly fitting Hell's style of squeezing everything dry.

Soon, however, not only the Devil general Dagos but also the Demons on the edge of the battlefield began to sense something unusual about this Soul Train.

It had shed all its freight cars, leaving only a rough war chariot front speeding on the long-neglected tracks. Atop its Soul Furnace lay at least eight Dragons of various colors. Fear filled the eyes of the other Dragons. Only one Red Dragon stood against the wind, its crimson wings spread wide, one leg planted on the train's front, surveying the blood-stained battlefield with Arrogance.

But such overwhelming Arrogance often didn't last long. With a sudden GAG, it started violently vomiting.

What it vomited wasn't food, but the Soul Shells it had swallowed beforehand.

Each time the Red Dragon vomited Soul Shells into the Soul Furnace, the train's machinery roared to life. Black smoke and flames spewed from the vehicle's crevices, and the demonic statues on the train seemed to flash with crimson eyes.

Its wheels, no longer perfectly round, screamed hauntingly as they ground against the tracks.

So when David, wings spread, ejected four plumes of flame like rocket engines, the train finally exceeded its designed speed. It approached the theoretical speed of a magnetic levitation train in a vacuum tube—1,224 kilometers per hour.

Conical sonic boom clouds began to form around the ferocious Devil's head at the front.

And then, unsurprisingly, the entire Soul Train, faintly glowing red, derailed.

It charged directly and wildly into the tide of Demons, which was already being bombarded by fireballs raining down like meteors.

In that instant, a suddenly erupting curtain of blood and the ensuing shriek of colliding steel stunned the entire Blood War battlefield.

The Demons at the forefront, those who couldn't dodge in time or those who excitedly tried to intercept it, were scattered like leaves in an autumn wind by the iron assault.

To David's eyes, however, it somewhat resembled a raft plunging down a water slide at an amusement park, except the towering spray wasn't water, but foul-smelling blood and flesh.

Arrogance

Almost instantaneously, the entire Soul Train and all its 'passengers' were draped in a gory cloak.

And regardless of their original color, all the Dragons had now become 'Red Dragons.'

"WOW! WOW! COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!" Only Lizrite, a true Red Dragon, felt an unprecedented thrill and 'freedom.' But as soon as she opened her mouth, she got a bellyful of the stinking blood.

However, as it abruptly charged into the tide of Demons, the Soul Train, which had been exceeding the speed of sound, felt like it had plunged into a muddy marsh. Its speed dropped rapidly from 1,224 kilometers per hour to 700, then 400, 200, and finally 90!

This is the limit!

The Demons, regaining their senses, began to swarm towards the train. Among them were large Demons whose stature rivaled Ultraman monsters, creatures like Balors and even Demon Lords.

They seemed intrigued by these Dragons who dared to crash into the Blood War battlefield. Capturing them to transform into Abyssal Dragons seemed like a decent idea.

"Hold on tight! The next part of the journey is going to be a bit bumpy," David warned with a low roar.

"AH?" Including their father, Attilicia, all the Dragons and their two attendants were bewildered.

Hadn't it been bumpy enough?

Yet, they still clung tightly to the carriage out of sheer survival instinct.

David, his eyes full of excitement and madness, wrapped his tail around the Soul Train's control lever and yanked it hard, a full ninety-degree pull. The entire vehicle drifted in place amidst the sea of corpses and blood, circumventing the oncoming tide of Demons. Then, on this Avernus Blood War battlefield, he began to play out a 'vampire survivor' scenario.