Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Witch Array Simulation Battlefield

The train's body is covered with smooth metallic skin, with the Seville Empire's eagle emblem and gear symbol painted on the side. Below, intricate energy-diverting runes flicker faintly. The Duke boarded the train along with the sparse crowd. The interior was spacious and bright, with comfortable seats. Most passengers sat quietly, some resting with closed eyes, and others operating small personal information terminals they carried. As the train started, there was almost no jolt or noise, only the extremely faint sound of air friction and the humming of energy flow. It glided rapidly along the transparent energy tracks suspended in mid-air, and through the wide windows, the street scenes of Anvil Castle unfolded like a flowing picture scroll before the Duke's eyes. Below were bustling streets, where various models of magic-powered vehicles and cargo golems traveled in an orderly manner. In the distance, towering energy towers spouted stable light streams, while giant holographic advertisements flickered information alternately. Even further, one could see that from the chimneys in some factory districts, what was emitted was not black smoke, but processed steam with magical glows. About twenty minutes later, a clear synthetic voice from the train's broadcast announced: "Zone seven reached, please prepare to disembark if needed." The Duke followed the crowd off the train, exited the station, and a group of buildings with a style completely different from the hotel and commercial district appeared before him, this was the combat evaluation and training center. The entire center covered a vast area, surrounded by tall alloy walls with defensive spikes. The main entrance was a grand arched metal gate, with the center's full name engraved above in cold metal letters. On both sides stood four battle magi-golem guards, over five meters tall, painted in black and yellow warning colors. Their eyes scanned the incoming and outgoing crowd, exuding undeniable deterrence. The entrance was crowded, but orderly. Among them were Imperial Knights clad in standard armor, Wizards in various colored robes, and many Mechanical Wizards with noticeable mechanical modifications. Some carried large weapon boxes, while others directly piloted small single-person mechs. The air was filled with a mix of metallic, ozone, sweat, and faint residual energy scents, unique to combat environments, creating a sense of tension. The Duke walked into the spacious reception area of the hall, brightly lit inside with noisy sounds. Numerous information screens were hung around, continuously displaying the usage status of various training rooms, selectable scenarios and difficulty levels for simulation battles, and some public challenge rankings. Staff in uniform gray attire with rank badges on their chests moved among them, providing services to visitors. He went straight to a service desk labeled "Individual Access to Witch Array Simulation Battlefield," where a young woman in her twenties sat. Her left eye was replaced by a precisely structured mechanical eye, with calm blue light flickering in her pupil.