Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

Although the experiment of injecting dragon blood into a group of seafood and cultivating dragon riders failed, it also made Yang Ming have high hopes for the core skill of dragon knights.

Obviously, the skill of cultivating dragon riders is a skill with a high ceiling, not an ordinary skill, and if it is operated well, it may be possible to cultivate a dragon rider with quite amazing strength in the future.

However, in the short term, the quality of the materials for the experiment must keep up, otherwise it will be difficult to complete the release of this skill.

After Yang Ming comforted the depressed Yang Aircraft Carrier for a while, he asked him to be quiet and think about how to perfect this skill.

In addition, under the continuous treatment of the blasphemous priest Murong Ya, Yang Ming's injuries on his body have basically recovered, and he is ready to rest for a while, and then look for the Lord of Flesh and Blood, Acles, and continue to gather the wool of this evil god.

Before that, Yang Ming also had to take a good look at the islands in this area.

After all, not long after the rebellion of the human survivors, Yang Ming didn't have much expectation for the remaining human survivors, for fear that among these people, some two or five boys would jump out.

The huge dragon wings stretched out, and the black dragon rose into the air like a small mountain.

The wind blows from the fluttering of the dragon's wings, scattering the surrounding clouds, and the sun shimmers on the pitch-black matte dragon scales.

Under Yang Ming's secret scheduling, the grid-like heart network gradually spread out, encompassing several islands, and everyone's voices could be heard.

At the same time, Yang Ming looked down on the earth condescendingly, and the golden vertical dragon pupils were like high-precision cameras, which could see the people below clearly, so that he could observe the movements and hearts of these human survivors.

On a rudimentary fishing boat made of wooden planks, four fishermen are orderly fishing nets stretched out into the sea.

"One, two, three, fish hard!" a

strong man shouted, while holding the end of the fishing net with both hands and pulling it back vigorously.

The other three also acted at the same time.

Perhaps it was because the harvest was good this time, there were a lot of fish caught in the nets, and the fishing boat had a very deep draft, and even some bumps.

With the joint efforts of the four of them, they finally salvaged the full load of fishing nets.

Seeing all kinds of fish and shrimp churning in the fishing nets, but he couldn't jump out, the big man who shouted just now raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, spit out a breath of turbidity, and said,

"Okay, today's day's work has been completed, and we can go back to pay for it." The

four of them rowed wooden oars and pushed the fishing boat back.

As soon as they came ashore, they saw that there were many places on the island where there were traces of battle.

The hard rocks were broken into pieces, and the boulders taller than a man rolled down haphazardly, forming a post-battle ruin, and if these boulders were allowed to scatter on the ground, it would affect the convenience of transportation on the island in the future.

Purple-skinned, demonic terrorists with demonic horns on their heads are maintaining order in the vicinity in an orderly manner, lifting these boulders and transporting them to the logistics department, ready to pick these boulders and form the stone resources needed for Base Zero.

Seeing these hideous-faced demons, the four fishermen secretly shuddered, and hurriedly avoided the past, so as not to come into direct contact with these terrifying demons.

Although the human survivors who came to Base Zero already knew that these terrorists were members of the Burning Legion that maintained Base Zero, they were of different races, skin colors and eyes, and a barrier was formed to distinguish them.

A fisherman muttered,

"Chief, do you know what they are going to do with these boulders?"

The strong man glared at him angrily, and said,

"How do I know this?"

"Go away, my stomach is almost hungry." The

four of them, wearing straw hats on their heads and overalls, had already been wet with sweat and seawater, and had worked under the scorching sun for a long time, and their clothes were wet and then dried, exuding an unpleasant smell, mixed with sweat and fishy.

Along the way, the other human survivors silently stayed away.

On the island, there are specially placed meals.

There is a special person here to distribute food, and it is necessary to use the contribution of Base Zero to be able to exchange for the food needed today.

The four strong men took out an electronic card, and the word 10 was written on the display screen.

This means that the seafood they caught today will be exchanged for 10 contributions per person.

The numbers on the display screen are connected to the computer, and they are recorded with big data, which cannot be faked.

After the four strong men swiped their cards here, the number on the electronic card display immediately decreased by 2 points, leaving only 8 points of contribution.

The food allocated in the meal is very simple, steamed buns, steamed noodles, porridge and rice, choose one of them, fried shredded potatoes, fried vegetables, choose one.

As for meat?

I'm sorry, but there's no meat right now.

According to the regulations of Base Zero, meat will only be served every two days.

There were no tables and chairs for the meal, and after the four strong men had eaten, they came to the bottom of a forest with their shoulders hooked.

The man who spoke just now gently slapped his sore shoulder, and said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Really, we have been fishing for fish all day, and we can't even eat a bite of fish, we can only eat these vegetables, this is so unfair!"

The companion next to him also complained, and immediately echoed:

"It's not, we people at the bottom do the hardest work, but we don't have much reward."

"You see, we only have 10 contribution points for a whole day, 2 contribution points for a meal, and at least 4 contribution points for a day, if you don't want to sleep in a bamboo shed with other people at night, and want to have a house of your own, then you need at least 5,000 contribution points, and you can accumulate so many contributions in the Year of the Monkey?"

The strong man rolled his eyes and said:

" Lad, say it as if you could afford a house before the apocalyptic game.

"Here, although the living and working conditions are difficult, everyone at least has a hope?"

"According to your algorithm, as long as you save a little money and spend a little money, as long as you have more than two years, you can have a house of your own."

As he spoke, the strong man pointed to a row of coastal villas on the island, and his face inadvertently showed a look of yearning.

These coastal villas with red roofs and white walls, with their own private gardens, are large and stretch along the coastline, on every island, and are the location of Yang Ming's family and his legions.

In the sun, these villas sparkle with pleated brilliance.