Zhang Ming jumped aboard. Before he could even steady himself, he saw the frenzied scene on the deck. His heart trembled, and goosebumps rose all over him!
Groups of Macrosteel People in heavy armor stood on the deck, holding hammers and axes, radiating a fierce air.
The air rang with fanatical roars: "Hack! Hack! Hack!"
Although Zhang Ming could not see their expressions, he could feel their burning gazes fixed ahead.
His heart lurched. Feeling that something was wrong, his whole body suddenly shuddered.
"The enemy is pouring in! Form ranks and engage!"
A large crowd of Macrosteel People raced across the deck.
The next moment, he heard Gangduo, the burly man at their head, roar: "Reactivate the Source of the World!"
"Hack down the monsters that get in!"
An hour later, the Macrosteel People had hacked down hundreds of monsters. They were panting heavily, yet still seemed hungry for more, as though all the anger pent up inside them over the past few days had been vented at once...
There had been several dangerous moments, but fortunately, a Transcendent had been watching over them, and they ultimately made it through with no harm done.
"The wounded are to report to the Sickbay for treatment! Everyone else, arrange your shifts! Those due for a rest, get some proper rest!" Gangduo roared. "Before we dismiss, salute His Excellency the Transcendent, who journeyed far afield and found us a chance of survival!"
"Yes!" The soldiers performed a salute unique to the Honggang Civilization in unison, striking their skulls. In ancient legend, this was a gesture of respect toward the God of Craftsmen.
A few who were on fairly good terms with him even winked and pulled faces, holding back their smiles.
Old Zhang naturally smiled back. He would have a