Chapter 601: Desert King

The wheels rolled over the sand. Its huge body was much larger than that of a normal vehicle. Its surface was wrapped with circles of iron chains with spikes. It rotated on the sand, constantly spraying large amounts of yellow sand behind it, flying out from the human bones hanging at the end.

The metal covers, external platforms and railings on the surface of the tall chariot were all baked red by the sun. They released billowing heat and reflected the dazzling sunlight. Any wise person would not gallop here, but it was obvious that the owner of this hand was not wise.

It was a pair of snow-white hands that were completely out of contrast with the surrounding environment. The skin surface was pale. Its owner stood on the side of the chariot, one hand grasping the red-hot metal handrail, and the other hand waving in the air outside the car door, constantly raising his arms and shouting and roaring.

The yellow sand blew over his naked skin. He was snow-white, with a lot of eye-catching runes tattooed on his skin with a branding iron. There was also a striking black paint band on his face. It was smeared on the pale face of this person, across between his eyes, like some kind of tribal totem.

In fact, it was true. He opened his toothless mouth and shouted. In front of him was a man with three hands. One of his hands was holding the handrail welded on the car door, and the other hand was raised high. He was holding two machetes in his hands and waving them in the wind, almost hitting the person on the roof of the car.

It was a platform seat that was rudely welded on top of the huge vehicle body. There were many primitive predators with similarly rotten skin, bare arms and upper body, wearing only a pair of black leather pants, holding various crude weapons in their hands. They were like the technological barbarians in the desert before the Terra Unification War. They roared with their toothless and deformed mouths, and around their bodies, their twisted and deformed arms were raised high in the sun.

Their heads were smaller. Compared with normal humans, the bones on their foreheads were heavier and thicker, as if they were wearing a piece of armor on their heads. On their snow-white bodies, there were a lot of black spots scattered, as well as radiation swelling covered with white fuel and powder.

But it seemed that they didn't feel any pain, at least I didn't see it. The people hanging on both sides of the chariot raised those inferior guns into the air and fired at the sky. The harsh gunshots, accompanied by the roar of the chariot engine, caused three smoke exhaust ports standing high at the rear of the vehicle to spray out dazzling flames.

In front of the three high pillars that spewed fire, there was a throne placed on the roof of the vehicle, at least it looked like a throne. It was welded with several metal pipes to form the pillars at the four corners. The large seat from a transport vehicle was placed between the four steel pipes. On each pipe, there were human bones, beast bones, and those incomplete corpses that had not yet rotted.

Their stench, mixed with the pungent smell of fuel sprayed from the exhaust grids on the top of the chariot, drifted towards the burly figure sitting on the throne. He sat there, his thick arms were covered with runes, bulging blood vessels, and scars. In his bloated body, there was a limp belly. The disproportionately bloated meat hung on his abdomen and fell on his knees, but it also highlighted his huge physique.

The man's head rested on several flamethrowers behind him, and his pale hair flew backwards with the hot wind and the airflow brought by the flames behind him. He wore a mask on his face covered with spots. The surface of the mask was depicted as a roaring and snarling look, and heavy breathing erupted from behind the mask.

"Old Joey!" On the side, another smaller but faster off-road vehicle drove up. The vehicle was quite simple, but it was very consistent with the style of the huge chariot carrying the masked man and his entourage. In front of the front of the vehicle, there was a spike with a human skeleton with arms spread out. His arms were of course held up by metal pipes extending from both sides.

The driver's seat of the car was strangely placed in the center, and the person sitting there also had pale skin. A younger speeding barbarian in the passenger seat next to him stretched out from behind the car window and sat on the car door to the huge chariot on the side. The person sitting on the throne raised his hands, and his fingers formed a circle above his head.

"Praise you, Old Joey, the incarnation of immortality. We have defeated the people of Bullet Farm and seized their transport vehicle!" "Very good, my children, you have done well. I will reserve a place for you in the Hall of Valor."

I really don't want to call this man called Old Joey a human being, because he is not a human being. When he stretches out the four hands behind him, you will know that he is definitely not a human being. Those hands almost grow out of the protruding spine part, and there are only four fingers on each hand.

Old Joey took one of his hands from the hanging basket beside the throne and picked up a strange spray can. He shook it for a while and then approached the fanatical young man. His finger pressed down the nozzle, and some liquid that seemed to be molten silver water sprayed on the man's face, spraying his entire mouth and open teeth into silver. "I have marked the glory for you. Now, bring me more victories."

"Long live! Immortal Joey!" the man shouted, raising his arms and slamming the roof of the car. Next to him, the man sitting in the center driver's seat also let go of the steering wheel in front of him and put his hands on his head. , where he made a circular gesture, which looked like some kind of blessing ceremony, a crude imitation of imperial etiquette.

Old Joey was sitting on the throne on the top of the chariot. Surrounding him were several guards with guns. They stood on the roof of the chariot, and others were hung on the doors on both sides of the chariot. Old Joey was theirs. The leader, their leader, the immortal prophet, he is the leader of a tribe called the "Desert Boys" in this wild land.

They are one of the largest gangs in this wild world. The reason is that they control almost the only known water source on the planet. Old Joey named it Coke Spring. The name comes from the fact that he once came from Among the supplies stolen by the imperial transport team, he drank an ancient formula called Coke, Terra Drink. He believed that it was the most delicious thing God had given to mankind, so he named the spring water after it. .

Old Joey and his war boys controlled the Coke Spring, the water source, and the desert. Many tribes living here tried to challenge Old Joey, but they were all defeated by the war tribe he led. In front of them, they will be crushed and eliminated. Those who resist the tribe will become slaves. They will build those "grand" buildings for Old Joey around the Coke Spring, as well as the war boys who serve him.

He captured the beautiful women from those tribes, imprisoned them in the mountains of Coke Spring, mated with them, and gave birth to new war boys. These pale-skinned warriors are all his descendants and heirs. , he imitated the God-Emperor in the empire's mouth, and also gave birth to those powerful war angels and their original bodies, and also called himself the Immortal God-Emperor.

This is really cool. I wonder if the Battle Sisters will use a bolter to express their opinions after hearing this, and then look at his unattractive body, or use a flamethrower, or a stand up.

But the immortal Joey didn’t know this. He ruled this desert very happily, as the emperor here. When he was not galloping in the desert, conquering and capturing slaves, he would be at the top of the towering Coke Spring. In his shady cave, in what he called his "throne," he overlooked the desert and ruled over the slaves below.

After years of fighting, Old Joey has conquered and ruled most of the uninhabited deserts on this planet, making those tribes bow to him. He enjoys this very much. On the condition of spring water, he also came to the oil farm, Bullet The farm provides an important foundation for rule, fuel to drive the chariot forward, and weapons and ammunition needed to maintain rule.

Immortal Joey of Cola Springs, "Fat Man" Sam of Oil Farm, and Jofferson of Bullet Farm, the three of them formed the three rulers of this wild world, and old Joey is the pinnacle of them all. .

Old Joey ruled the desert from that throne, enjoying worship and fear. When the new tribes formed by the deserters, or the surrenders who had half-hearted intentions, wanted to rebel against him, Old Joey would sit on the throne. Driving his chariot, sitting on the throne on the roof of the car, leading the war boys behind him, he went to let them understand what the price of disloyalty was.

Old Joey raised a hand, and the war boys beside him shouted. They raised their guns high and fired wildly at the sky. The sound of gunshots and the roar of tanks spraying flames echoed in the air, " Driver, gallop forward, through the dead rocks, and take me back to Cola Springs."

"Roger, long live, Ihahahaha!" The man sitting in the cab of the chariot is a fetus with a more serious deformity than everyone here. At least, it looks like a fetus. His body is severely atrophied. The entire figure is like a ball of flesh, with only a pair of large and small eyes, and an extremely disproportionate mouth on his face, but it seems to be a reward for paying a price, which gave him several rather long arms.

He was hung in a basket hanging from the roof of the car, curled up in it, with several long arms stretching around. He was holding the steering wheel with a skull hanging in front of him, and several other hands were pulling down the wrenches and steel pipes around him. As well as other handles made of god-knows-what, as he pulled, the front of the chariot and several jets extending from both sides of the engine cover spit out flames.

Amidst the roar of the engine, Old Joey raised his six arms, including those on the armrests. Each two of his arms were crossed together to form a circle. The war boys around him also raised their hands. , made the same gesture, "Forward! My heirs!"

"Immortal Joey!" In the short car beside him, the boy whose face was sprayed with silver paint by Joey raised his arms high, forming a circle above his head. He looked back and shouted towards the convoys chasing behind him. Shouting, the boys on their cars also responded to his shouts. They raised their arms high and made the same gesture after Joey.

In the center of the convoy of various shapes, on the largest truck behind Joey, there was a stage-like structure. On that stage, there was a man with both legs missing. His body was surrounded by steel frames. Several extended steel cables were hoisted up, and he raised a rock guitar in his hand and strummed the strings crazily. His violent music was accompanied by the flames and blackness erected around him. Smoke filled the motorcade behind Joey Sr.

They moved forward, and a huge convoy passed through the desert. Old Joey sat on the throne, looking at the dead stone approaching in front of him, "Has our reconnaissance team been here?" "They have been here, but they didn't send out any warning flares. It must be safe here. Besides, who can challenge the God of the Desert and his war angels?!"

Beside Old Joey, the pale boy with a stronger physique holding a scepter with many skulls on top raised Old Joey's war staff and shouted, which was replaced by a roar of boys around. They raised their weapons high, and the muzzles roared in the air and fired.

Old Joey nodded, leaning on the throne with all six arms down, only one arm pointing to the war boy with silver teeth, "My descendant of Valhalla, lead the way ahead." "Yes, for the Immortal Emperor Joey! Charge to Valhalla!" "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He roared and slapped the roof of the car, and the driver below him burst into the next roar. He stepped on the accelerator, got in the chariot and rushed into the valley. His tires rolled over the gravel at the mouth of the valley, raising a large cloud of dust and dirt. Behind him, the tall chariot drove in.

Undead Joey sat on the throne. Behind him, the huge convoy shrank because of the narrow valley entrance. Two vehicles in a row drove into the valley entrance. Old Joey looked at the towering mountain in the distance at the end of the steep weathered valley. That was the Cola Spring, his throne. Old Joey looked at the slaves of the rebellious tribes he conquered tied to the chariots behind him.

There were several beautiful girls among them. Old Joey smiled at them. They would become Old Joey's new wives and give birth to new war offspring. From this, his rule would reach the end of time. He conquered all the rebels. Who else could challenge Old Joey's authority?

As he thought, he heard an explosion behind him. Old Joey looked back and saw the war boy who was rushed in front. He flew up in the wreckage of the vehicle, with his arms raised high and arched above his head. In the flames, he was torn into pieces.