Inside the sixth carriage from the front.
The partition walls of the private room were entirely smashed by Weber wielding a Warhammer; the floor was covered in severed limbs and a mix of red and white matter splattered from brains.
"How come I remember this as Aran soldiers' uniforms?"
Weber's wounds on his back had not yet healed.
Nevertheless, adhering to the principle of making full use of everything, it was necessary to drag him to see some blood.
Although he wasn't at his peak, this man with monster power swinging a twenty-pound Iron Hammer still had an extremely terrifying lethality.
His battle strategy was to brazenly rush in wearing Super Heavy Armor, but since the armor was damaged, he was currently wearing light Leather Armor and suddenly felt relieved of a heavy burden. Shedding the weight of at least three hundred pounds from iron anvil and iron armor, his speed was extremely fast.
