Chapter 11: The Dying Chariot
Good spirits do not work badly.
The enraged monster was only briefly calm, and soon, a new round of impact came. Shen Cong no longer had the strength to curse the monster, so he could only hold on to the handrail and cling to the wall of the King Kong to reduce the impact area.
This state lasted for ten minutes.
That's what it shows on a mechanical watch.
But Shen Cong felt that half a century had passed, and he was worried about himself and the King Kong. If the monster continues to play like this, the King Kong will fall apart sooner or later, and even if it doesn't, it will have to be scrapped. Shen Cong couldn't concentrate his willpower at all to guide the King Kong to absorb the activity and resist the impact.
Now he can only ask for more blessings for his own safety.
The end of the world also has an end.
Ten minutes later.
The tumbling King Kong finally lay on all fours at the bottom of the water, and the monster did not hit again. However, the slight shaking continued, and the sound of a sharp weapon rubbing came in from outside, which was very harsh.
Hearing this voice, Shen Cong's heart beat faster again.
"What is this monster doing, it's biting the King Kong!"
Shen Cong took a deep breath of oxygen.
Feeling that he couldn't sit still, he quickly forced himself to calm down, his mind was unprecedentedly concentrated, and his willpower turned into a sharp arrow and projected into the body of the King Kong.
"The exterior armor was extensively damaged, the internal wiring was partially damaged, and the frame structure was broken and was in urgent need of repair...... The activity has been depleted, and some of the car bodies have been degraded......"
A piece of information appeared in Shen Cong's mind, this was the information fed back by the King Kong.
The damage of the King Kong is almost on the verge of scrapping, and the original 85% of the body has been assimilated by the activity, but at this time it has shrunk to only 25%, only ensuring that the basic frame is still alive.
The situation is dire.
Don't worry about checking the King Kong, the monsters outside are still biting, the damage to the armor is expanding, and under the pressure, Shen Cong has an amazing calmness. He quickly summoned the remaining activation, extracted the outer armor from the frame, sensed the part that the monster was biting, and immediately led the activation to rush over to resist.
At the same time, it is distracted from secondary uses, and the free activity in the water is generally swallowed.
Crunchy.
The armor, which originally made the monster feel that it was not too hard, suddenly hardened at this time, almost making the monster scratch its teeth. The monster's intelligence is obviously relatively low, and it is not aware of the change in the activity of manipulation.
If it can't bite the armor, it will turn to bite the tires.
Before Shen Cong could mobilize the activity and rush to the tire, the special tire with a diameter of one meter and five was bitten by the monster.
Boom!
The tire exploded in the water, which not only scared the monster, but also scared Shen Cong.
Then, the angry monster slammed into Shen Cong, who didn't have time to grab the handrail, on the iron cabinet with his head.
It was so dark in front of me that I almost fainted.
Enduring the dizziness of his head, he grabbed a steel pillar in the carriage, and did not let go, allowing the King Kong to roll rhythmlessly.
He could feel that his head should be bleeding, and his energy was slowly draining away with the bleeding.
I don't know how long it took, but just when Shen Cong thought he couldn't hold on, the King Kong calmed down again. This time it was calm, it was a complete calm, there was no friction, no biting and shaking, only the slight sound of running water.
Faced with the grueling lump of steel, the prehistoric crocodile-like monster finally chose to give up.
Shen Cong, who got a chance to breathe, quickly gritted his teeth to concentrate and mobilize his activity to stop the bleeding. Then contact the King Kong again, this time, the King Kong is even worse, the activity is only less than 10% left, and it is still slowly falling, this is not the usual radiation to emit activity, but really losing activity.
If the Vajra were a living creature, it would definitely be in a state of near death.
It is inactive, just like losing blood.
Shen Cong couldn't continue to heal his injuries, and all his willpower was used to guide the King Kong to absorb external activity and repair the body.
The King Kong is his greatest guarantee of survival in the last days, and there can be no major problems.
……
From night to morning, Shen Cong did not rest for a minute this night, and tried his best to repair the King Kong in a race against time.
When the first rays of sunlight shone through the cracks in the Kongo's armor, the restoration work finally came to an end, and the viability was successfully maintained at the critical value of 15%, and no longer passed away. When the activity is less than 15% of the total, it will be slowly lost, and when it is higher than 15%, it will no longer be lost, but can be ingested from the outside world.
A point of balance.
In this way, the "life" of the King Kong was saved.
Shen Cong was also able to take a break from the exhausting restoration work and check out his surroundings.
The King Kong was lying on its side, the water level had dropped, and there was still about the water level at the base of the thigh, and it was still falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was expected that the water would completely subside in less than half an hour.
The receding of the stagnant water means that the mutant monster like a prehistoric giant crocodile will also go away with the water.
This huge threat was eliminated, and the knot that had accumulated in Shen Cong's heart finally dispersed. At least on the dry land, there have not been such huge mutant monsters found, so the steel chariot of the King Kong has once again become a guarantee of safety.
It's just that the current King Kong is on the verge of scrapping.
The main structure of the car body was broken, and almost all the functions were damaged, counting the active repair, and Shen Cong took tools to repair it himself, it was not ten days and half a month, and the repair was not good.
That is, he is going to stay here for at least ten days.
Then you can start again.
"Now, first of all, we have to turn the King Kong over and the tires hit the ground...... Just in case, wait for the water to recede before you act. Shen Cong drew up a plan.
Then find some toothy wolf meat, and don't care about cooking it, just eat it raw.
The toothed wolf meat that has entered the water decays quickly and cannot be stored for a long time, and it just so happens that Shen Cong is now extremely inactive and can make up for it from the toothed wolf meat.
The raw meat tastes a bit disgusting.
The toothed wolf has been dead for more than a week, so most of the flesh's activity has been lost. However, because it is raw meat, there is no cooking process that destroys the activity. In general, the activity that can be obtained from it is still the same as a few days ago. Shen Cong endured his nausea and stuffed a large piece of toothed wolf meat into his stomach.
A few minutes later, a wave of dry heat spread out from the stomach, and the concentration of activity was dozens of times higher than the free activity of the outside world, accumulating in the limbs and bones, and repairing the bruises on Shen Cong's appearance and the wounds on his head.
I don't know if it's the truth of breaking and then standing, Shen Cong found that his mastery of activity has risen to a new height, like an arm and a finger. And the fusion of the body and the activity has also reached a very deep level, before it was the power of a cow, and now there is a feeling that it can reach the power of a cow and a half when it is full.
The spiritual connection between him and the King Kong has also become closer, and the active exchange between them has become more frequent.
"Is this a blessing in disguise?" Shen Cong looked at the messy interior of the carriage and couldn't tell what mood he should be in now.
Fortunately, all the turmoil has passed.
The catastrophes of the last days did not destroy his belief in living well.