Chapter 006: The Fire Dragon Chariot

A wild mouse in the forest was frantically scurrying with its four tiny paws, pursued relentlessly by a small ferocious beast with the head of a leopard and the body of a rabbit, leaving it with no escape. Just as it was about to leap up a tree, a long-dead corpse suddenly sprang to life, reaching out a hand to seize the small beast by the neck and lift it up.

The war chariot was one meter off the ground, and standing on it, Wang Fo'er couldn't help but feel a sense of, "It's high! Truly high..."

Having lost the support of the great spear, the red-robed general fell onto the bronze platform of the war chariot. Wang Fo'er carefully unfastened the clothing, meticulously inspecting the body. He stripped away a full set of armor, a treasured sword, and a quiver of arrows. As for the undergarments, after some consideration, he realized that although he often drew nudes during his school days, he understood that leaving nothing at all would be a profound disrespect to the deceased

The wild mouse that had just escaped with its life has now vanished without a trace. As Wang Fo'er opened his eyes and saw this fierce beast, he remembered the hunger in his belly, which prompted him to take action. The wild mouse was no larger than a fist, and he had hardly paid it any attention.

Is this really happening to me?

Wang Fo'er took a deep breath, and after a good night's sleep, he woke up feeling refreshed. The strands of cold energy within him could now be manipulated at will, but it also made him realize one thing: his body was not that of a martial arts genius; it merely seemed to have practiced a certain skill for a few years, leaving some foundational true energy within.

Throwing it down to the ground, Wang Fo'er indeed thought of something entirely different

The force manifested by the bronze war chariot sent them flying over ten meters, crashing headfirst into the corpse soldier B, and the two instantly turned into rolling gourds.

He did not have any particular respect for the dead. Although this red-robed general was formidable during his lifetime, now that he was dead, Wang Fo'er naturally entertained the thought of whether there might be any valuable belongings to be found.

Alas, one should be kind-hearted. A life that comes and goes in the nude may seem carefree, but it is likely that this gentleman in the red robe does not share my avant-garde views, so it is best to respect his way of life

Wang Fo'er was greatly alarmed in his heart. Just as he was about to retreat, he discovered that there seemed to be something on him that was attracting these two radiant treasures, the pagoda and the beads, which suddenly flew over and penetrated into him.

Suddenly, a faint two-colored glare emanated from the body of the general, who was dressed only in close-fitting cloth garments, as two strange orbs of light floated out from within.

Rising up, Wang Fo'er stared blankly at the bronze war chariot. Compared to the distant observation just moments ago, viewing the chariot up close revealed its imposing grandeur even more. The eight beasts pulling the chariot were robust, with long hooves, and were taller than any breed of fine horse on Earth. Their heads resembled those of rhinoceroses, adorned with coral-like crimson horns. Although they appeared quite weary at the moment, they still exuded an exceptionally fierce demeanor.

Chirp!

Wang Fo'er patted his backside and stood up, lifting his foot to remove the corpse soldier B, who was still pressing down on him and incessantly turning a branch to create fire with both hands. He leaped onto the bronze war chariot.

He first reached out and pulled up the long spear, the fiery tassel on the spear let out a piercing wail, as if it were alive, which startled Wang Fo'er, causing his heart to thump wildly for dozens of beats.

The corpse of the red-robed general is no longer intact, slumped against the bronze platform in front of the finely crafted bronze chariot, with not a single part of his body remaining unscathed. His long spear is inserted into his back, providing him with the last bit of support to prevent him from falling.

This bronze war chariot is even taller and broader than an extended Hummer, with its body cast from a metal that is almost pure bronze, yet upon closer inspection, its exact composition remains unknown. It resembles a small mobile fortress, spacious enough to accommodate twenty to thirty people moving about on it

Only when he discovered that there was no danger did he reach out to touch the long spear. This weapon had clearly claimed countless enemies, exuding a fierce aura mixed with a strong scent of blood. It felt exceptionally heavy in his hand, and Wang Fo'er gathered the true energy within his body, managing to lift it with great effort

A small transparent pagoda, a pale white bead

God Almighty, this thing is at least three times my height, clearly not made for me, and I still can't find a way to use it

Thinking of this, I gave an order to the two foolishly standing corpse soldiers, instructing them to scour the battlefield and bring back all valuable items to mhetushu.com

Wang Fo'er grasped the copper ring of the corpse, and the five corpse soldiers immediately stood up in unison, their movements synchronized, though their varying heights made them appear somewhat peculiar. "Taliban Corpse Soldier A, go gather some firewood; Taliban Corpse Soldier B, you come and drill wood to make fire; Old Ding, clear away the wild grass in this forest to create a space for roasting; we must not wait until we light the fire and end up setting the entire forest ablaze"

Wang Fo'er, who had already sensed the flow of energy within his body, immediately noticed that the small pagoda transformed into a fluctuating mass of hot and cold energy upon entering his body, stabilizing in the dantian. The pale white pearl, however, traveled upward along the meridians, transforming into a faint, indescribable aura, stopping only at the center of his brow.

The beast with the head of a leopard and the body of a rabbit was about to bite back, but the hand gripping its neck tightened, and with a crack! Its neck was snapped.

Although it has endured the ravages of war and shows some damage, this bronze war chariot still exudes an extraordinary grandeur, subtly revealing a bloody aura of countless battles on the battlefield

He was infuriated and kicked twice, still feeling it was not enough to vent his anger. He picked it up with both hands, exerting force in an attempt to break it.

This bronze war chariot can preserve this spear, along with the body of the red-robed fellow, and naturally, it can also preserve other items! I currently have nothing, so it is just right to use it as a dilapidated warehouse

However, as soon as Wang Fo'er took hold of this small copper ruler, he felt its hardness. He twisted it a dozen times, but it did not budge in the slightest. After changing his grip several times, he did not know where he had touched, when suddenly the copper ruler became hot, as if it had been heated again. Startled, Wang Fo'er quickly let go.

Assigning the task, Wang Fo'er touched his own head and found that although the swelling had not yet subsided, it was no longer very painful. Remembering the object he had struck himself with, he glanced around and spotted the six-inch copper ruler that had already cooled down.

This copper ruler does not touch the ground, emitting a faint red light from both ends, fluctuating between seven to eight meters in length. With a twist, it expands a thousandfold. Amidst the red light, the copper ruler transforms into a finely crafted bronze war chariot, drawn by eight strange beasts, manifesting in the forest

Leaving behind the wealth, Wang Fo'er was contemplating whether to exert a bit more effort to help this red-robed general dig a pit for burial