When this battered Skeleton Leviathan finally huffed and puffed its way into the defensive perimeter of the safe zone, it only had seven legs left. Two-thirds of its outer armor had blown off, and the ambient lights on its back had gone completely dark.
Many had set out, but only two returned. The rest had been juiced by [Bi Ren Liang Mou] and [Hannibal] and fed to the Shadow Heart to overclock the engine.
But that wasn't important.
What mattered was that behind it, the Feathered Serpent Tail had been dragged out intact!
The players waiting anxiously to receive them froze for a moment, then their cheers nearly tore open the sky!
"Holy shit! They got a Tier Four organ!"
"What the fuck, they really dragged it out?!"
"Awesome! May the wild god-car live forever!"
"Flesh Ascension! Woohoo, we're taking off! We're gonna make a fortune!"
The fleshy hatch of the cockpit slowly wriggled open. [Hannibal], covered from head to toe in mud, foul black blood, and unknown slime, crawled out crookedly. Yet the corners of his mouth were stretched almost to his ears.
"Keep it low-key! Low-key!"
He patted the tank's bones, which were still trembling, with great satisfaction.
"Little Liang, review today's run! Hurry up and optimize it afterward. The shock absorption module on the next tank needs a major upgrade, the overload output of the flesh-engine heart is a little mismatched, and the externally assembled bone armor needs to be redesigned."
"Little Liang?"
[Bi Ren Liang Mou], who had been utterly exhausted and slumped in the passenger seat like a limp noodle, suddenly sprang upright and kicked [Hannibal] hard. "If Brother Liang hadn't decisively juiced our teammates, would you have made it back alive? Quit barking!"
[Hannibal] rubbed his butt, smacked his lips, and added:
"Oh, right.