Chapter 577: The Winner
It had a large bulge in the center of its pants, and its staggering size had clearly swelled to the limit. It made no secret of the changes in its body, its hands daring across the armor of Razmerces's lower body, though respectful in tone. In just half a minute, the dark red armor was completely stripped naked, revealing an unobstructed body.
"I've been waiting for your chance to summon me to bed, but you've never taken a fancy to me."
The Dark Warrior wrenched Razmerses over and shook his arms apart, hugging his slender legs apart. The force was so great that Latsmesses felt like she was almost being torn apart underneath her. But even this can't overshadow the sharp pain in the brain.
It lay on top of Razmerces, sticking out its tongue and licking back and forth on the smooth surface of its skin, saying "I've waited too long, I know you've had sex with a lot of strong guys." But why did you never choose me? I promise to be a good husband, and I will dedicate everything to you. Whatever you need, I'll do everything I can to get it for you. I'm willing to pay a little for you, but you don't even have the interest to look at me. I think you've heard the movement outside, the damn bunch is fighting for the right to mate. I'm not going to waste my energy on something like that. I want you now, and you're mine. ”
Lacemesses felt dizzy so intense that her head almost exploded, and she didn't even have the strength to say a word.
Of course it knows what its guards are up to?
Nearly forty minutes have passed since the suicide of the "baby". During this time, the damn male dark warriors have been fighting. Through the tent, Larthmerces could clearly hear the shouting outside, as well as the screams of his fists hitting his body. They are all followers and absolutely obey their own orders. This won't last forever, though. The dark world is originally respected by the strong. For example, now, when they are seriously injured, these bastards are not only not helping, but they are fighting for the right to mate.
Lacemesses felt an incomparably hot flame of rage burning in her heart, but she could only suppress it, unable to release it. It stared indifferently and hatefully at the Dark Warrior lying on its stomach, not saying a word, just gritting its teeth and letting it run wild inside its body.
As soon as I get my hands on it, I'll kill this filthy and vile bastard.
"You don't have a chance to kill me."
The Dark Warrior saw through the thoughts in Lacemerceth's mind and whispered a hideous chuckle, "Just you once is enough." I know my status is humble. A dark warrior of my rank has no possibility of getting close to a female at all. I won't let go of this opportunity, you see, I'm already in. A lot of people will envy me, and the fools out there won't think we're intersecting. Dear Lord Rathmesses, I know you have always been ruthless, and I will take the initiative to stay away. Your shadow will always stay in my heart, and I will never ......"
Before it could finish speaking, a dark warrior as strong as a brute, covered in blood and wounds, strode into the tent, just in time to see this scene, and after a moment of shock, a thunderous roar erupted from his mouth.
"Bastard! What exactly are you doing? ”
Lacemesses felt a long stick being pulled out of her body, and the dark warrior who was lying on her stomach was picked up by the guy who came in from behind. Of course, Larsmerses knew it, it was the captain of his own guard, Clay, and the strongest of all his followers, but not as strong as his own dark warrior.
A new round of fighting broke out immediately.
Clay won all the competitors out there, but also paid a heavy price of being almost killed alive. It never imagined that when it walked into the tent with full confidence and a great sense of superiority, it was stunned to see a despicable and shameless fellow, squirming back and forth on his own booty.
What's the difference between spitting your phlegm in your face?
Lacemesses is my follower, Lao Tzu's trophy.
Fury can be transformed into strength in battle, and shame is the best physical catalyst. Strictly speaking, the difference in abilities between the dark warriors is actually not large, and Clay is only equivalent to the peak of the second-order physique. It picked up its claws fiercely, plunged directly into the shoulders of the Dark Warrior, grabbed the collarbone, lifted the whole person in the air, turned in the air, and did a 180-degree somersault, slamming into the ground with unprecedented ferocity and savagery.
The ground of the ruins is very hard, and it is a layer of concrete that has been left behind for an unknown time. The Dark Warrior's lower back fell to the ground first, with a crisp bone-cracking sound, followed by a heart-rending scream.
Clay slammed his fist into it like a madman, and before the other could react, he opened his mouth and bit down on the dark warrior's neck. The hot blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over Clay's face and covering the entire ****'s chest.
"Damn waste, I'm going to skewer you on a stick and roast you, you're Lao Tzu's dinner today."
As he roared out the rhetoric, Clay lifted the dying Dark Warrior out of his tent and landed far outside, like kicking out a heavy, strangely shaped sack.
Lacemeress's pain did not abate in the slightest. Cold sweat continued to ooze from its forehead, and it looked at Clay as it approached with a misty gaze. Although he was angry and wanted to refuse, he couldn't make a sound, and even if he was roaring, it sounded like an insignificant moan.
To Clay, the sound meant something else.
It stood in front of Lacemerces and laughed wildly, then lunged viciously, letting out a heavy breath like a beast.
Like the despicable possessor before him, this excitement and happiness was the result of what Clay had been waiting for for so long. It was a volcano erupting like crazy at the moment, and its hands were clutching Rustmerces's shoulders with a force no less than the pain Lacemers' mind was enduring. Clay did not care about Lacemeres' feelings in the slightest, nor did he ever consider the difference between females and males, he could not control himself and looked at Lacemerses with very presumptuous eyes. When the impulse and excitement reached the extreme, he even opened his mouth, bared his fangs, and bit off a piece of flesh with skin from the snow-white shoulder of Lacemerces, and chewed it wantonly in his mouth.
Rage erupted in Racemeress's eyes. It cursed every follower around it in its heart. The sense of humiliation is simply indescribable, these dark warriors are only second-order, in the dark world, they are simply like ants and maggots. But these filthy mongrels and garbage are riding on their heads one by one?
Yes, this is the law of the dark world.
But no matter what, I will never accept these guys as my spouse. I only need the strongest males. On the day I recover, you will all die.
And that unpretty, male human being, who made me suffer this extreme pain. He had to be buried with him, and he had to pay for it. Regardless of whether the Hazen family will pay the bounty as promised, I will screw off his head and kill everyone in Konoha Town.
……
When Mo Xingkui pushed out a heavy motorcycle from the underground garage, Su Hao only felt his eyelids jump, and suddenly there was surprise in his heart without warning.
He had never seen a motorcycle of this style.
The tires are extremely wide and thick, the engine is wrapped in thick armor, and the body is long, more than twice as long as its counterparts on Earth. The chassis is tall and heavy, and the driver has to sit with his back almost perpendicular to the ground to grip the handle, and there is even a heavy windshield directly in front. Obviously, speed is not the characteristic of this locomotive, safety protection is the core.
Mo Xingkui lifted the metal cover that was supposed to be the location of the motorcycle fuel tank, and in front of Su Hao, he stuffed a white spar, and the energy pointer that had originally retreated to the end soon began to climb towards the value on the right. Mo Xingkui glanced at the energy counter, pulled the protective baffle hard, and two pieces of armor that were enough to hold the driver's legs and knees suddenly popped up on both sides of the locomotive. While Mo Xingkui was busy checking the operation of various parts of the locomotive, Hengrui and Lille had already taken out a heavy machine gun from the house and set it on the firing platform behind the left side of the locomotive.
Cookmock, a black man, had a very good impression of Su Hao. He patted Su Hao's shoulder in a friendly way, smiled and asked, "Why, you haven't seen this thing before?" ”
Su Hao nodded honestly: "Of course I've seen motorcycles, but I've never seen this model." ”
"This is a modified version of my invention."
Hengre tightened the last screw for the heavy machine gun mount, stood up from the side of the locomotive, flicked the heavy machine gun barrel with his fingers, and said proudly: "The most troublesome thing to hunt in the wilderness is the corpse. That damn creature is plentiful, and it's always in groups. Dense firepower can knock them to pieces, and even the energy of a white hedron is enough to last a motorcycle for a long time. With one of these bikes and close-knit teammates, killing them is as easy as picking up gold on the ground. ”
Su Hao smiled and didn't speak.
Hengri is saying an understatement, but the reality is far from it.
Su Hao knew very well the horror of corpses. Hengery is not exaggerating on this. Corpses are indeed the most terrifying only when they are in groups. They are not stupid and can change the direction of travel based on sounds and smells, despite having little visual ability. Even if you have this kind of modified locomotive, you will still fall into the circle of corpses if you are not careful. Once it is firmly wrapped, let alone hunting, even if you want to break through, it will become extremely difficult.
As they spoke, Vimore had already pushed another motorcycle out of the garage. Its appearance is similar to Mo Xingkui's, except that the armor protection area is smaller, the legs are not protected, the chassis is higher, and the driver's control angle is much more inclined than the previous one.
Reilly walked over with two barrels of fuel, and Vimore opened the tank. When they poured fuel into the fuel tank, Su Hao found that there were two other additional fuel tanks on the side of the car body. This ensures that the motorcycle can travel a long distance enough to reach its destination.
Hedron energy has been used on a large scale in the third stage world. However, far from the borders of the Empire, there are still many old machines that have long been abandoned in use. Most of them are powered by oil or electricity. It is not surprising that the rich and the poor always coexist, the luxury and the poor, the former can be wasted unscrupulously, and the latter makes the best use of everything. Just like the Rolls-Royce and the domestic mini-car in the old days of the earth, the former was a status symbol for the rich, while the latter was the most important property of a family in a certain way. However, in terms of practical function, both are identical means of transportation.
The climate is gradually warming, and most of the snow has melted. In the coming months, all sled dogs will lose their jobs and will have the most relaxing and comfortable days of the year. The land in the wilderness also gradually turns from wet to dry and hard, and at such times, different types of locomotives replace sleds as the most common means of transportation for the residents of Konoha Town.
Su Hao tried two different styles of motorcycles. Perhaps out of memory of the old earth, he preferred Vimore's fuel locomotives. After a few laps around the town, Su Hao had completely mastered the driving skills. Of course, this statement is not entirely true. After all, on Earth and on the Red Dragon Planet, Su Hao had received systematic mechanical operation training. Not to mention that it is just a motorcycle, even if it is a space cruiser that is 10,000 times more complicated than this, he can rely on the central operating system and rely on the help of the machine to control the take-off alone.
The mercenaries watched as Su Hao put on a thick leather robe, put on goggles, and a backpack containing a collection box for the sample of "baby" fragments, turned over and rode on a motorcycle. Mo Xingkui smiled at him, raised his arm, cocked his thumb, made a demonstrative gesture, and shouted: "How is it, are you ready?" ”
The corners of Su Hao's mouth turned up slightly, he twisted the throttle hard, and responded with a huge roar: "You can definitely get the first." However, it's the one from the bottom. ”
……
The two modified motorcycles drove out of Konoha Town one after the other, heading towards the Imperial Army garrison to the north.
Along the way, there are large patches of yellow, glowing in the sun. This is the color of the soil emerging from under the melting snow, which Su Hao likes very much, which makes him feel like he has traveled through thousands of years, and is unfamiliar with the world he is currently in.
The road was very dilapidated, and although it had been paved with asphalt, it had long since cracked and turned into a gray-black hardened substance with cracks on the surface. It doesn't have a head in sight, it curves long and straight into the sky. On both sides of the highway are earthy yellow hills and Gobi Desert, and dark green woods and rocks are mixed to form patches of color. Farther away, snow-capped mountains flickered and bloomed like white clouds under the clear blue sky. The sunlight dyed this qiē point golden, and Su Hao's heart suddenly became extremely vast. The locomotive moves all the way, and there is no figure in sight along the way, as if you are in a road movie that only belongs to you, and you can sway your life wantonly between the vast scenery.
Su Hao felt that this was very much like a documentary about natural scenery and other scenic spots that he had seen in an earth movie. He knew very well that this was not the Earth. But I don't know why, but there is a sense of familiarity at home.
From sunrise to sunset, twilight gradually covers the land. For three days, when the light slowly faded from this world and Qiē returned to darkness, two locomotives that maintained a speed of 150 kilometers per hour finally drove into the 441st Division of the Imperial Wehrmacht.
Here is a real bastion of war. The night made it impossible for Su Hao to see the landscape of the station from a distance, and it was not until he approached that he felt as if his heart had been smashed by a heavy hammer, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak when he looked at the scene in front of him. Even though he had been an emperor and had seen the incomparably large base cities on Earth, he was still impressed by the initial outline of the war plane in front of him.
Military buildings with a strong war style are everywhere. The appearance is not aesthetic at all, it is very rough, the metal background is unusually obvious, the walls are all steel and concrete structures without exception, and the outermost layer is set with thick armor. The vaulted top of the building is resistant to impacts, and several particularly large semi-circular buildings stand out. According to Mo Xingkui, there are powerful long-range electromagnetic cannons, as well as gunpowder-type mortar cannons that are specially used at close range and have amazing lethality.
A heavy aircraft with wide wings is slowly rising from the interior of the city. Under the belly of the aircraft and on the ground, scattered indicators are everywhere. The wingspan of this aircraft was more than two hundred meters, and although the fuselage was heavy, it appeared cramped in the face of such a disproportionate length contrast. There are as many as eight pairs of propellers on both sides of the wings, and the energy released during takeoff is particularly amazing, and the air currents and fire can be seen from more than a dozen kilometers away.
"Pretty impressive, isn't it? Hehe, the first time I saw it, it was pretty much the same as you look like now. ”
Mo Xingkui took off his goggles, turned to look at Su Hao, who was parked next to him with a shocked expression on his face, and then turned his gaze to the rising heavy flying machine, and said with emotion: "At that time, I was only eleven years old. I never thought there was such a thing in the world. This is still the normal model of the Imperial Army's airship, and there are also larger, more robust models. Especially those private airships for the exclusive use of nobles, you can judge it just by their appearance. They are very luxurious, and only the wealthy deserve to use them. ”
Yes, it is indeed an airship. Su Hao finally saw clearly: neatly arranged airbags were puffing up above the wings, and the entire wing quickly became a special pattern of narrow front and rear style. It resembles a seaplane on Earth, with a specially reinforced landing gear, no flexibility, and a very slow flight speed, but in terms of carrying capacity, it has reached an extremely impressive range. After getting off the goggles, he turned to look at Su Hao, who was parked next to him with a shocked expression on his face, and then turned his gaze to the ascending heavy flying machine, and said with emotion: "At that time, I was only eleven years old. I never thought there was such a thing in the world. This is still the normal model of the Imperial Army's airship, and there are also larger, more robust models. Especially those private airships for the exclusive use of nobles, you can judge it just by their appearance. They are very luxurious, and only the wealthy deserve to use them. ”
Yes, it is indeed an airship. Su Hao finally saw clearly: neatly arranged airbags were puffing up above the wings, and the entire wing quickly became a special pattern of narrow front and rear style. It resembles a seaplane on Earth, with a specially reinforced landing gear, no flexibility, and a very slow flight speed, but in terms of carrying capacity, it has reached an extremely impressive range.