"Corpses!"

After seeing the corpse of the pathfinder on the golden ship, which was even more terrifying than his own body, Sun Cheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly crashed into several robots in front of him, and rushed towards the corpse.

After two or three steps, he came to the side of the golden boat and stood still, and two pillars of light quickly shot out of his eyes and swept towards the pathfinder who seemed to be just sleeping, and the joy on his face just disappeared in an instant.

"Master!"

Mora also noticed the golden boat, and just as he walked over and wanted to speak, he saw Sun Cheng suddenly stretch out his arm and press it towards the head of the pathfinder.

After more than ten seconds, I saw him shake his head with a disappointed face.

"Dead!"

He sighed, albeit expectedly.

This pathfinder died in dormancy, completely depleted of the energy in the fire.

This is a form of death that is generally regarded as cowardly by the Decepticons, and although mechanical life has a lifespan far beyond that of humans, it is not incapable of death.

The more powerful the organism, the more terrifying the energy it needs to consume on a daily basis, and once the fire is not replenished for a long time, the components, bones and even the armor on the surface of the body of the mechanical life will not be effectively maintained, so that it will begin to decay and eventually be completely corroded.

The Pathfinder on the Golden Ship was apparently badly wounded, and he may have domesticated the then uncivilized Paleo-Indians, controlling them to build themselves this underground hideout, and then went into hibernation, awaiting possible rescue.

Unfortunately, the energy remaining in his fire was obviously not enough to allow him to survive thousands of years of dormancy.

He died, having been lost more than two thousand years ago.

Now lying on the golden ship is just a body that has been completely decayed, Sun Cheng just scanned it, and found that this corpse is no different from completely decayed scrap iron.

"Master, what should I do with him?"

Mora also noticed the state of the corpse and asked him respectfully.

"Just stay here!"

A corpse that has completely decayed, even the core and fire in the body are rusted, and it is useless except for recycling and refining to obtain some precious metals.

Sun Cheng is not short of that bit of metal ore, so let's leave him here.

Seeing Mora's eyes staring at the golden ship beneath the corpse of this suspected pathfinder, he was a little amused.

“…… Want this gold ship? Let the robot move away ...... in a moment."

The gold ship lying under the Pathfinder was naturally not pure gold, but the gold content was still quite high, and he had already scanned it when he was examining the corpse just now, and the purity had reached more than 80 percent, containing a certain amount of silver and other metal elements.

The gold ship cast by the ancient Indians was not the kind of galleon that swept the world after the Age of Discovery, but a simple type of ship similar to a bamboo raft, using eight long column-shaped gold pillars about 27 centimeters wide, less than 8 centimeters thick, and nearly 7 meters long, and crossed by five smaller round gold columns.

However, South America is one of the richest mineral regions on earth, and more than 3,000 years ago, if it was not full of gold, it would not have been far behind.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the Paleo-Indians to produce up to several tons of gold in a short period of time to build this gold ship.

When Mora heard his words, he didn't feel embarrassed, and quickly nodded in response: "Yes master, the Bolivian political situation is now short of money everywhere, and human beings are really using my Ministry of the Interior as an ATM now, and the problem that the new government needs money is basically thrown to me now!" ”

The blue light flashed in Sun Cheng's eyes, as if he hadn't heard his complaints.

Numar is still useful for the time being, as long as the other party does not die, he is not the kind of person with a very murderous intention, and it doesn't hurt to leave him alive in the end.

The technology of temporarily cultivating humanoid Decepticons in the base is not perfect, which is also an important reason why Sun Cheng did not interrupt the large-scale dispatch of this humanoid Decepticon spies to infiltrate South American countries for the time being.

However, after thinking about it, he was still a little relieved: "The matter in Bolivia has been explained to me, Numar is still very useful to us for the time being, as long as it is not too much, it doesn't hurt if he asks for money and arms for him, leave it to Yuri to discuss, minerals, the army and the power of the new government, everything that can be won is needed, he is better at this than us...... I'll ask the base to send another batch of humanoid Decepticons over as soon as possible to help you digest Bolivia as soon as possible...... Remember, time is running out for us......"

"Yes!"

Mora naturally didn't understand what his last sentence meant, but a low-level Decepticon cultivated by his base had an innate loyalty to his master, so even if he didn't understand, he wouldn't question it.

After saying that, Sun Cheng ignored him and looked around the not very spacious temple for a while, and was soon disappointed.

The temple was bare and there was nothing but the golden ship where the Pathfinder's body was kept.

The detection function also did not detect the existence of dark grids and the like, which couldn't help but make Sun Cheng a little disappointed.

"Where's the ship......"

He looked at the corpse on the golden ship in disappointment, and for a moment, suddenly his head suddenly seemed to remember something, and he quickly walked to the corpse of the suspected pathfinder again.

“…… Gold may be considered a precious metal to earthlings, but it is hardly needed for mechanical life...... So why are they smelted? ”

“…… With the size of this pathfinder, it is clear that it is not something that humans can easily carry more than 3,000 years ago...... So the golden ship must have been prepared in advance, and then the pathfinder lay on it......"

“…… So here's the problem, out of this kind of metal that is useless for mechanical life, a bulky and flashy thing is made here and placed here, really just for its own dormancy...... Or is it to cover up something......"

The more Sun Cheng thought about it, the more he felt as if he had caught something, and his eyes fell on the corpse of the pathfinder on the golden boat in front of him, and he secretly said in his heart that he was offended.

Then he jerked it off the golden ship and threw it to the side.

The fire in the corpse's body had been completely depleted more than 2,000 years ago, and the body had been completely corroded.

At this moment, he was lifted away by force, and the moment he fell to the ground, there was a "bang" of metal collision and friction sounds, and large pieces of armor fragments were scattered all over the place.

Sun Cheng didn't care about them, he looked intently at the golden boat where the corpse was originally lying, and seeing that there was still no abnormality on it, he didn't care, but grabbed one side of the golden boat with both hands, lifted it up and pushed it away.

"Bang!"

The multi-ton gold ship slammed into the ground next to it, instantly smashing a piece of the ground and splashing a large cloud of dust, wrapping Sun Cheng and Mora, who were closest to them.

But Sun Cheng didn't care at all, quietly looking at the dense lines of text on the ground below the golden boat, and a metal ball the size of a football embedded in the ground, and the corners of his mouth curved a long arc.

"Found it!"