Heavy Truck Chariot In The End Times

Cheers came from the camp.

The car camp was dispatched to transport the golden dragonfly's corpse. Shen Cong directly cut the two horn-shaped active cores of the golden dragonfly and put it on his back. This horn-shaped protrusion was as tall as a person, but it was not heavy and very light.

This kind of good stuff, Shen Cong has always eaten alone, and doesn't like sharing it with others.

Of course, the reason why he eats solo food so comfortably, one is that he really did a lot of credit. Without him, the seriously injured Golden Flood Dragon could destroy half of the camp; the other is the Golden Flood Dragon's corpse, he didn't want it, and gave it all to the camp. According to the distribution of work, the one that killed the Golden Jiao took away the active core, and the one that severely injured the Golden Jiao took away the corpse.

Zhu Li, who got off the car, couldn't help but draw the corners of his mouth when he saw Shen Cong expertly pack the active cores.

At the beginning, he watched Shen Cong take away all the four fangs of the Violent Great Ape King, or he would not come back.

Although the active core is very important, Zhao Weiliang and Zhu Li did not mention this, and they acquiesced to Shen Cong's distribution principle.

Standing in front of the dying Golden Jiao, Zhao Weiliang said gratifyingly to Shen Cong: "Comrade Hu Ge has done a good job. Although the award ceremony of the Camp Tournament did not take place today, you deserve to be the frontier of evolution!"

Shen Cong didn't respond to Zhao Weiliang's praise. He just glanced indifferently at the iron men who were preparing to harvest the golden dragon corpse and their vehicles, suppressing his own desire to devour.

His desire to devour is far stronger than other iron men.

"The three inches of the Golden Jiao was interrupted by me. It is not dead yet, you are careful. Besides, there is nothing else, I will go back first."

Knowing Shen Cong's character, Zhao Weiliang said immediately: "Xiao Hu, don't worry, take the car, and I will take you back. Commander Zhu is ordering you to take someone to harvest the golden Jiao's body."

Shen Cong couldn't comment, and got on the tricycle.

All cars in the camp, except for the vehicles of the Iron Man, are all used as bomb cars. Now only some motorcycles and tricycles are left, and some simple bicycles are also assembled.

"Wang Yu flinched and was killed by me." As soon as the tricycle started, Shen Cong said calmly.

Zhao Weiliang did not move much, but calmly nodded: "According to the wartime regulations, treat them as deserters. They are indeed killable. However, the camp is now at a time to boost morale. The deserters are too negative, so they should be treated as martyrs. Opinion?"

"casual."

Anyway, people are dead, even if the scenery is buried, Shen Cong has no objection.

"Okay, leave it to me to arrange."

"Oh, by the way, Commander Zhao, I want to divide the raw metal of the crane."

"You are a camp hero, and I will make it." Zhao Wei nodded brightly, appearing to be more easy-going. Maybe he used to be a big figure in the officialdom and army of Anhui Province, but in the last days, he was just an ordinary person.

The perennial officialdom and military presence has given him a deeper understanding of power and strength than ordinary people.

Shen Cong has strength and personality. If he is handled well, he is the hero of the camp. If he is not handled well, he can become a disaster. The superiors need to know how to balance this interval, and Zhao Weiliang has his own set of processing methods.

The tricycle quickly returned to the camp.

The survivors who had returned to their residences on the high platform stepped out to welcome them. Although there were sacrifices, the camp was intact, and a heavyweight evolutionary beast was successfully killed. This is definitely exciting news. At least it proves that humans can already hunt the heavyweight evolutionary beast.

Then, as the pace of evolution progresses, perhaps one day, humans can return to the top of the food chain.

"The front of evolution! The front of evolution!"

"Hu Ge!"

"Hu Ge is good."

"Kill the Golden Jiao, real cow!"

"The hero returns!"

"Welcome to the return of the hero!"

Cheers, waves after waves.

Zhao Weiliang waved at both sides, turned his head and said to Shen Cong, "Enjoy cheering, young man."

It's just not Shen Cong's excitement in exchange.

Instead, he frowned unconsciously: “I don’t like this scene. Let’s go ahead and let people give me things back!” After finishing speaking, he jumped out of the tricycle, and the camp residents raised their heads and shouted. Ups and downs, disappeared behind a high platform, and returned to the Vajra.

Cheers, what is that.

"I just need to be stronger!"

Shen Cong's departure made Zhao Weiliang stunned for a while, and then put on a gentle expression: "Comrade Hu Ge fought a battle with the Golden Jiao, which consumes a lot of money, so go back to rest first. Everyone, please go back to work, although We have won, but we have also lost many outstanding compatriots, so we can only survive better."

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The Vajra drove to a familiar place.

Shen Cong isolated himself from the camp, enjoying the tranquility of a person and ample sense of security.

However, unlike the usual time when he came back, the black head would greet him with joy. This time the black head shrank and did not dare to approach Shen Cong, and the feeling of "fear" was constantly coming from the perception connection.

It is afraid of the two horn-like protrusions of the Golden Jiao.

"The fangs of the Violent Great Ape King, I haven't seen you scared before, but are you scared of the Golden Jiao's horns?" Shen Cong felt very curious. He always thought that there is no so-called coercive posture among evolutionary beasts.

When the crocodile war flag was raised, reality gave him a slap, and it was useless.

As a result, the black head is now afraid of the active core of the Golden Jiao.

Thinking about it, Shen Cong hugged the horns of the Golden Jiao and approached the black head. The black head immediately sent a frantic "fear" emotion, backing back and forth until he escaped from the Vajra carriage.

"The pressure is so strong?"

Shen Cong opened a bottle of Mibao and drank, then he converged his mischievous mentality and began to perceive the horns of the Golden Jiao carefully.

The pair of horn-like protrusions have a weird shape, a bit like antlers with many split ends, and there are also tumor-like protrusions on it. Strictly speaking, it is not bone horn, but something similar to muscle hardening. Shen Cong can clearly feel it, the horns are not hard enough, and the texture is soft like muscle in some places.

However, the exuded rich activity and the ability to inject activity to produce a sharpening reaction proves that this is indeed the core of activity.

"Not bones can also become active cores? Or is it like deer antler, not completely ossified?"

Shen Cong thought that the antlers were not ossified at the beginning, but a very special tissue structure with blood in it and rich in amino acids, which is a blindly precious Chinese medicine tonic.

So here comes the problem.

"Can the Golden Jiao's horn be eaten?"

I want to be wrong.

Such a valuable active core can't be used to eat casually, Shen Cong observed for a while, and couldn't wait to perceive the level data of the Golden Jiao.

The results are amazing.

Lv0.691, active volume 1.987H, talent 2.874H (two-star and a half-level).

Judging from this data, the Golden Jiao is currently in a mature stage, and its combat effectiveness is at a heavyweight level. When entering the peak breakthrough period, that is, the Lv1 level, it is likely to rush to superweight combat effectiveness. After all, it has a two-and-a-half-star talent that is stronger than that of the Vajra (2.511H).

"In this way, the super-evolved beast has a talent starting at least 3H." Shen Cong thought of the iron-eater that had never seen each other. It was even bigger than the earthquake dragon, the largest animal in the history of the earth.

The grade data is recorded.

Shen Cong looked at the weird horn-like protrusions, and then had an idea: "The horn texture of the golden dragonfly is relatively soft, and it seems that it is not suitable for making bone-gold weapons... Find an opportunity to try if you can make a golden dragon totem."

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