The crew pieced together and connected a large number of wooden carriages on the ship.
Make it into a huge transport truck.
And they worked together, bit by bit, to slowly move the entire King Kong to the car.
The captain and Carl were very satisfied.
Taking the unconscious King Kong with him, he planned to leave.
Jack, Annie, and Bruce could only follow behind.
anyway.
They must all go back to New York together.
not to mention.
Now things have become like this.
If they still stay.
When the natives wake up, they will only become targets of massacre to vent their anger.
Everyone walked to the seaside together.
And at this time.
Suddenly, a small shadow suddenly shot out from the pile of debris that King Kong and Ding Zheng had placed next to the village!
In the sunlight, this shadow exudes a sharp cold light.
It crashed into the captain's neck at an extremely fast speed.
But the captain discovered it at the last moment and successfully reacted!
He turned to the side, and the shadow missed the target and fell into the open space behind everyone.
"what!"
The captain turned around with wide eyes.
Carl, the others, and other crew members also turned around and picked up the firearms in their hands.
But when they saw a radio with two antennas sitting squarely above the place.
But they looked at each other again.
I didn't know what to do for a while.
"Is this...a radio?"
"Who lost the radio?" The captain reacted first, turned around with his gun, and aimed in the direction where the radio had just flown.
Others also followed suit and turned their guns.
But it's obvious that no one exists at all.
The captain could only turn back and continue to focus on the radio.
The radio was lying peacefully on the ground.
It's really just like an ordinary radio.
Bang!
The captain fired directly.
The bullet hit the radio and bounced away.
Didn't have any impact.
The captain immediately frowned.
It's really rare to find such a solid radio.
It can even be said that it cannot exist at all.
"Surround it up!"
As soon as the captain gave the order, the remaining crew members spread out and surrounded the radio inside.
Then there was a barrel of fire, causing the radio to bounce on the ground.
But in the end, only bullets were left on the ground.
The radio didn't suffer any damage at all.
"What the hell is this?"
Karl on the side also became interested, walked over directly, and grabbed the radio in his hand.
I plan to study it carefully.
But just then.
The radio on the ground suddenly responded.
Click!
First, two legs stretched out from the seemingly tight-fitting casing and stepped on the ground to support the entire radio.
Then came the amazing mechanical transformation.
Click, click, click, click...
A series of sounds made by the friction between steel and gears.
Whether it looks or sounds, it is full of futuristic technology.
After a series of dismantling, piecing together and building.
Originally, it was just a strange-looking cash register.
Under everyone's gaze, it turned into a humanoid robot about fifty centimeters tall!
She has a slim body, is silver in color, and looks quite classy.
Not only did it grow a head and body, it also differentiated into slender metal limbs.
The metal limbs are very simple, just a few metal strips connected together.
But if you look closely, you will find that these metal sides are very thin, like silkworm wings.
It looks like four sharp blades.
The upper body of the robot is relatively complex. Under the silver surface is a black interior, which contains large and small parts, which are very tightly integrated.
It seems that no extra space is wasted.
But the most eye-catching thing is the machine head.
A layer of metal black gauze completely covered his head.
Looks like a stereo!
Then there are two long antennas growing above the head.
Standing tall, like Sun Wukong's bird feathers.
"What's this?"
"robot?"
"Is this a robot from the future? How is it possible for humans to create such a thing with current technology?"
"And how could it appear on this island!" Karl looked shocked. "It's outrageous that these natives have guns, but based on the age of those guns, we can say that there must have been others before us.
This island even has such a thing, what on earth is this place?”
"I think we need to capture this thing too. Its value shouldn't be much lower than this orangutan." The captain's eyes were full of greed.
"I agree too." Carl said.
The successful capture of King Kong greatly inflated the two's confidence.
And this little robot seems obviously not as difficult to deal with as King Kong.
"Quick fight, if it dares to resist, feed it bullets." The captain gave the order, and the crew immediately began to narrow the encirclement.
The robot glanced around in a very humane manner.
Then he looked down at his razor-sharp arms and suddenly waved his hand!
Click!
The thin arm suddenly spread out and turned into a small shield, which was placed in front of the body in a defensive movement.
Like a knight.
…
Ding Zheng sat quietly on the dragon chair.
Close your eyes.
He tapped his head with his fingers, quietly waiting for time to pass.
The spacious dragon chair is almost completely filled with it.
Every strand of hair on his body showed a blood-colored halo.
But this is not blood.
It was the peculiarity that naturally appeared in Ding Zheng's body after he devoured the Yuan Dynasty Dragon Vein.
That dragon vein is not something sacred.
On the contrary, it is more like a purgatory.
Countless souls are imprisoned.
Most of these souls are people killed since the rise of the Yuan Dynasty.
Since Genghis Khan, since the Yuan Dynasty was not yet the Yuan Dynasty.
Every living thing slaughtered.
Whether human or beast.
Even the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty themselves.
These souls imprisoned by the dragon veins have long lost all spirituality and consciousness.
Only boundless resentment and madness, and the most primitive desire to destroy everything are left.
This dragon vein supported the Yuan Dynasty to be invincible in battles and invincible in all attacks.
But now, it has been swallowed up by Ding Zheng.
What Devouring Dragon Veins brings to Ding Zheng is besides the realization points of rewards for completing tasks.
Of course there are other benefits.
However, there are also some disadvantages.
Within this thing that Ding Zheng calls the dragon soul, those crazy souls are exuding madness and resentment all the time.
It was difficult for Ding Zheng to suppress his temper and murderous nature.
Although he was not out of control, he was raging like a mad cow all day long, especially after killing people, and his even crazier emotional state was obviously not what Ding Zheng wanted.
So after it devoured the dragon vein, the most common thing it did was to calm down and control its emotions as it did now.
"Huh...huh..."
Ding Zheng took a deep breath.
It seems to be very peaceful, but the armrest of the dragon chair that has been crushed to pieces in the hand reflects its current state.
It has nothing to do with tranquility.
Ding Zheng didn't know why.
All tasks have been completed, and the strength has been greatly improved.
Now there are only 9 minutes left to return to Skull Island.
It should be a happy day.
But it felt inexplicably agitated, as if something very important was happening.
I couldn't calm down at all.
That countdown that changes rapidly from second to second.
At this time, it was as slow as a turtle crawling.
Bang!
finally.
The armrest of the dragon chair was overwhelmed by the load and was crushed directly by Ding Zheng.
"Hiss...hoo..."
Ding Zheng took another deep breath and suppressed the emotions that were about to explode.
"Has something happened to Hanhan?"
Ding Zheng thought that in today's world, there was nothing that could cause his emotions to fluctuate.
But then, it shook its head: "It shouldn't be...it's not stupid, how could it go to a dangerous place by itself?"
"Then why?"
Zhizhizhi...
Suddenly, the harsh sound of opening the door hit Ding Zheng's ears.
Its already wrinkled forehead was twisted together even more, squeezing out a deep gap.
"Master." Zhang Wuji walked in from outside and said.
Ding Zheng's brows slowly relaxed and he continued to remain silent without making a sound.
This cheap apprentice helped Ding Zheng a lot.
Whether it was Guangmingding before or going to Binghuo Island alone to bring back the dragon-slaying knife, it was a big deal.
Saved Ding Zheng a lot of time.
Its attitude should be better.
Zhang Wuji, with a face like a crown of jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a white robe, and with a majestic appearance, slowly walked in. Now he is a general of the Ming army.
With his extremely strong strength, no one is dissatisfied.
As long as Ding Zheng leaves, this land will belong to Zhang Wuji.
At your fingertips.
Da, da, da, da...
Zhang Wuji stopped at the steps in front of the dragon chair and bowed respectfully to Ding Zheng.
"Master."
He said: "Disciple wants to know, Master, where will you go after the world is at peace?"
"Where do you think I should go?" Ding Zheng replied casually.
There was no opening or closing of the mouth, but the sound came from the chest.
It was Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism that Ding Zheng found from the Yuan Dynasty palace and passed down to Tianlong Temple in Dali.
Zhang Wuji's face stiffened, and then he suddenly bowed and saluted, his face full of joy: "Congratulations, Master, for mastering the art of ventriloquism."
"Well..." Ding Zheng nodded in response.
Zhang Wuji stood up straight again and was silent for a while: "Master, are you going to be the emperor?"
"What do you recommend?"
Zhang Wuji looked hesitant, but after a moment, he said with an embarrassed look: "Please forgive me for being unreasonable. I believe that the master's character and status are not suitable to be an emperor."
"Why?" Ding Zheng asked patiently. It did not feel any malice from Zhang Wuji.
"First of all, Master is not a human race and has never been able to completely convince the public. Secondly... Master has been too vicious in recent days and has begun to lose the support of the people." Zhang Wuji answered honestly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Oh?" Ding Zheng said slowly, "Then what do you think should be done?"
Zhang Wuji hesitated for a while, then suddenly bowed his head and knelt down: "Master, forgive me. If master insists on being the emperor, then the disciple will have to take action and subdue master."
"Haha..." Ding Zheng laughed.
Look at the countdown, there are more than four minutes left.
"Your master, I never thought about becoming the emperor, but I happened to be very upset." Ding Zheng said.
Then, before the joy on Zhang Wuji's face lasted long, he continued: "But you, the disciple, are already ready to unseat me as the master, so if I, the master, don't teach you a lesson, then I will
It’s really a loss of face at all.”
"Call your master to come out."
As soon as Ding Zheng finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng came from afar on a ladder, landed in the palace, and gave Ding Zheng a polite hug.
"You and your grandson, please come together."
Ding Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and two faint red lights flashed in his eyes!