Practice makes perfect, and with the addition of the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] safety device, the four-person team successfully captured two more Blood Corpse in less than five minutes.
The group carried the Blood Corpse, bound like dumplings, towards the lowest-level power compartment. Once the three of them were secured to the pedals and connected to the nutrient vines behind their heads, the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess could return to its peak condition.
However, there was one problem that everyone overlooked --
They climbed over the gentle slope and saw countless Blood Corpse. They jerked the steering wheel and began to flee...
All of these actions are almost 100% similar to those of another small mobile fortress two weeks ago.
Unfortunately, unlike the Antasia, which Gray was personally piloting, the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess was currently unmanned.
Therefore, it seemed only natural that the unexpected happened at this moment.
Having confirmed that the three men, carrying the Blood Corpse, jumped down the trapdoor, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] could finally return to his beloved driver's seat.
But with just a glance, he saw a dark hole growing larger and larger in his field of vision, its edges even bearing the marks of tracks...
At this moment, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] finally realized a truth—
Just because a road looks perfectly smooth doesn't mean it's free of potholes...
Seeing that all attempts to reverse the situation were futile, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] only had time to shout one sentence:
"Everyone, prepare for impact!"
"Whoosh!"
The next instant, the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess burst out of the broken ground and entered a state of complete Weightlessness and freefall.
Below deck, the engine room.
The three had just uncompressed the Blood Corpse package and were all smiles as they looked at the newly renovated power unit.
Just then, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] above them seemed to shout something, and before the three of them could understand its meaning, they found themselves in a state of Weightlessness.
"Holy crap, this is Weightlessness Domain!"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], who had already experienced this method on the way to Klaf City, exclaimed in astonishment.
"How come there are some here too? It must be at least several hundred miles away from there, right?"
How would I know...?
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] was about to answer when he suddenly saw the ground getting closer and closer, and at the same time, a deafening roar that could almost completely deafen someone came.
"Bang!"
The enormous sound echoed repeatedly inside the small fortress, making everyone's ears ache.
However, the body was clearly more severely damaged at this moment. The moment he saw the ground getting closer and closer, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] knew that his judgment was wrong.
They didn't enter Weightlessness Domain; they began freefall.
Like dough being thrown onto a cutting board, the three of them were slammed to the ground in that instant. The Blood Corpse around them, who were still stepping on the pedals, were standing with their feet fixed in place, so their landing posture looked much better than theirs.
Having heard numerous cracking sounds from mechanical components, the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] struggled to its feet, looking around for any Blood Corpse that had broken free of their restraints.
After confirming that it was generally safe, he grabbed his two companions and ran towards the trapdoor at the rear of the cabin.
Upper level: Driving and storage area.
The first to react, the " Shit Appraisal Master," managed to grab onto the surrounding handrails and levers, so he landed without much trouble.
However, the surrounding darkness instantly chilled him to the bone.
The entire descent took just over a second, and roughly calculated, they were about two meters above the cave entrance.
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess has now completely stalled, so it seems that getting it out of here won't be an easy task.
But have I forgotten something again?
What should be the most important thing right now?
The safety of their companions? The restraints of the Blood Corpse? The repair of the fortress?
still...
A series of crackling sounds came, like large raindrops hitting the corrugated iron roof.
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] looked up, his doubt turning into horror.
Holy crap, the Blood Corpse jumped down after them!
"Close the door, close the door, close the door..."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] muttered to himself, then suddenly pushed off with his feet and rushed towards the stairwell.
The door leading to the rooftop must be closed, otherwise these Blood Corpse will soon crawl in and have a buffet.
As if to confirm his guess, a Blood Corpse was already crawling down the stairs on its hands and feet.
Several arms had already appeared behind him; the cafeteria's meal service was about to begin.
Seeing this, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] gritted his teeth and leaped towards the stairwell, stepping on the back of the Blood Corpse that had just crawled in.
As soon as he landed, he grabbed two iron hooks with both hands, pulled hard towards the middle, and the wooden door hidden between the two decks was pulled out.
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] forcefully hooked the two iron hooks, blocking all the remaining Blood Corpse outside.
At this moment, [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] had already climbed out from the trapdoor on the lower level. Seeing the Blood Corpse still attacking while being trampled underfoot, he went up and delivered a flying kick, knocking the Blood Corpse unconscious.
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] had also climbed up. The two worked together seamlessly and finished packing the Blood Corpse in just a few breaths.
"Is everything alright down there?"
Still shaken, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] looked at the three of them and asked...
"Some links broke, but no Blood Corpse escaped, and the chassis was not damaged."
"That's good."
The " Shit Appraisal Master " let out a long breath, and then the four of them stood still, falling into a terrifying silence.
The silence in the cabin could not mask the cacophony of noise from the outside world: the howls of the Blood Corpse, the sounds of knocking and scratching at the deck... The silence only made these sounds clearer, as if each one gripped the hearts of everyone present.
Seeing the solemn expressions on the faces of those around him, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] sighed:
"Perhaps we should first summarize the current situation..."
As he spoke, he sat down on the spot, even kicking the Blood Corpse that was tied up behind him further back, as if kicking an annoying cushion.
The first to respond was [ Good Times Don't Last ], who reached out and patted [ The Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] on the shoulder:
"Brother, I apologize to you--"
Looking around at the safe space, he sighed:
"' King of Fall Resistance, I Guess ' is such a great name!"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He's lost control of his expression, glancing around with an expression that's somewhere between restrained and barely contained:
"Our current situation is actually quite easy to understand; it's like an ' Oreo'— "
He pointed up, then pointed down:
"Both sides are filled with Blood Corpse, and we're stuck in the middle like butter to be trampled on."