[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He is full of confidence about this:
"What can we do to scare that Grand Duke? What are their natural enemies?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] pondered for a moment and then said:
"As far as I know, the Blood Corpse after the Demonic Tide have no natural enemies."
"What other ways are there to scare it?"
After a moment of silence, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] pushed up its non-existent glasses:
"The threshold for being frightened increases gradually. The first time Gray, an outsider, could easily frighten the Grand Duke, but this time we might not be so lucky."
"Therefore, after considering all factors, I think the most cost-effective solution right now is--"
"Let's go dig up his grave."
"Ah?"
The mechanic player, usually as serious as a scholar, remained meticulous at this moment, but the content of his statement, delivered in a solemn tone, was utterly astonishing:
"Am I wrong? The sealed Grand Duke is essentially a guy trapped in a coffin who can't get out."
"As long as we don't open his 'coffin,' we're safe. The very act of a non- Blood Corpse digging up a grave is enough to shock the tomb's occupant."
Although the angle was odd, the other three surprisingly (but also as expected) did not refute the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ].
What's on everyone's mind right now?
He leaked information, created the Machine Spirit," monopolized the technology, and became CEO...
Compared to a bright future, digging up graves is a trivial matter.
Isn't it just that the tomb owner's identity is a bit special?
It's okay.
When they later became known as the "Fathers of Machine Spirit," who would care that they started out by digging up graves?
With these feelings in mind, the four piloted the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess over another gentle slope. Their perspective first rose, then plummeted downwards due to gravity.
The next moment, everything went black before everyone's eyes.
It wasn't a typical dark color, but a very rare grayish-white that would appear quite dark without direct light.
And these gray-white players have only seen it in one place --
The skin color of Blood Corpse.
Yes, they almost forgot about that:
During the day, when the sun is shining directly, the Blood Corpse will hide in shady spots to rest.
The parts were scattered on the sunny side of the gentle slope of that hill.
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" has just crossed the highest point and moved from the sunny side to the shady side.
We arrived at the Blood Corpse's bedroom...
Tens of thousands?
Hundreds of thousands?
Or hundreds of thousands?
"Holy crap, turn right now!"
The first to react was [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], who snatched the joystick from [ Shit Appraisal Master ]'s hand and was about to turn it all the way to the left.
"No!"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] gripped the control lever tightly, resisting his force:
"Have you ever driven a car before? Turning at high speed, the only possible outcome is a rollover."
Upon hearing this, [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] loosened his grip slightly, while [ the Shit Appraisal Master ] continued to explain:
"That's a regular vehicle. Our fortress is about the same width and height, almost like a horizontal pillar. Wouldn't that shape make it easier to tip over?"
Upon hearing this explanation, [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] released his grip and handed the steering wheel back to [ the Shit Appraisal Master ].
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] calmly accelerated and slowly turned downhill as he looked at the overwhelming mass of Blood Corpse before him.
The other three clung to the handrails inside the cabin, trying their best to avoid being thrown out.
A dozen seconds later, the fortress resumed its steady movement, and apart from the countless Blood Corpse following behind, nothing seemed amiss.
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], who almost made the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess achieve the same "first battle is the final battle" feat as the Titanic, looked guilty:
"I'm so sorry, I almost got everyone killed."
"Fine."
The three of them said it wasn't a big problem. The Dragonborn, looking at the unusually calm and collected [ Shit Appraisal Master ], asked:
"You seem to have a lot of experience in this area?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He suddenly laughed:
"Don't you know he's a rich guy in real life? He probably goes out for a lot of fun in his car."
After a moment of laughter, everyone quickly noticed a problem:
During the day, the Blood Corpse hide on the shady side of the gentle slope; at night, Blood Corpse move around freely.
So when will they be able to quietly and properly dig up the Grand Duke's grave?
Thinking about this, the four of them fell silent.
Yes, if this problem isn't solved, we won't be able to dig up graves, let alone shake off the pursuers behind us!
There's not even a chance to catch your breath, how can we play like this?
If they wait until the army of the Soul Returner is overwhelming, what's the point of everyone sneaking away?
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] also noticed this, and after glancing at the horde of Blood Corpse behind them, he said to the three:
"I'll drive carefully, you guys need to think of a solution."
Having said that, at that very moment—
"Crack!"
"Aww!"
The dull cracking sound and the screams of agony rang out almost simultaneously.
A few days ago, the four might have been puzzled by the mixed sounds, but now they only felt a chill run down their spines.
That's the sound of the Blood Corpse being destroyed!
Whenever this sound appears, it means that a Blood Corpse in the engine room has completely died.
Once the Blood Corpse's durability is depleted, it will gradually lose the rhythm of pedaling, eventually getting caught in the pedal's mechanical structure, its bones breaking. With its last bit of strength, it will scream in agony before finally dying.
According to Gray, this is not a drawback of mobile fortress design, but rather a manifestation of making the best use of resources.
Isn't it a clever idea from the designer that a useless, Blood Corpse could use its last strength to remind the driver that it was leaving the job?
But now, the four had no time to appreciate the designer's painstaking efforts, because they were being chased by a large number of Blood Corpse.
This is just like a classic scene from a zombie movie:
The main characters went through countless hardships to gather supplies and board the vehicle, while countless zombies were still running for their lives behind them.
At this point, situations such as: vehicle not starting, running out of fuel, fuel leaking, tires puncturing, engine failure, or shaky hands making it difficult to hold the key may occur.
A closer look reveals that the problem the four are currently facing is clearly that nearly 120 hours of high-load driving has caused the engine to fail.
"(A beautiful interjection)! Of all times!"
The driver, the " Shit Appraisal Master," looked like he was about to cry, and shouted to everyone:
"Forget about finding a solution now, let's go to the engine room and throw away the wrecked Blood Corpse!"
"Good!"
[ With Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He immediately ran to the stern, opened a trapdoor on the ground, and jumped down, ignoring the ladder.
The moment the trapdoor opened, the sound of mechanical meshing, the low growls of the Blood Corpse, and the tremors of the entire small fortress filled the air...
All the sounds mingled together, ravaging the ears of the Lion Hidden in the Eyes.