The sound of the wind was like the screech of the devil. Occasionally, there would be a sound of a long whip lashing out. The dense gravel could leave coarse wounds on a person's body. It could almost obliterate everything in the desert. It could grind rocks into gravel and cut living people into white bones.
In such a nightmarish environment, a man in metal armor was trekking in the desert.
The flying gravel hit his body, making clanging sounds. He was wearing a veil, and even half of his head was covered. Only half of his cold face could be seen. He walked with difficulty against the strong wind. A group of men and women followed closely behind him. They were all wearing the traditional white robes of the desert. However, if one looked closely, there was also the shadow of the traditional Japanese Otomo.
Only attentive people would notice that when the sandstorm came to the front of the group, it seemed to be repelled by an invisible force and was separated from the side. The group of people were like an invisible sharp blade in the sandstorm, cutting through most of the sandstorm's power. Only a small part of the yellow sand that covered the sky was able to escape the net and penetrate the invisible barrier.
"Captain, I've used up too much of my magical power. I can't hold on any longer!" A slender woman could not help but say.
The man in metal armor who was walking at the front turned around and said, "Eri, please hold on. We're almost there. When this mission is completed and we return, I'll get everyone in the team to collectively invest and exchange for another six Magic Circuits for you … Everyone, please think about it. We have the protection of the Wind King Barrier, but we've already used up so much energy and effort on this trip. "
"Our opponents, on the other hand, have been facing the power of this sandstorm. Their energy consumption will only be greater than ours. Moreover, they have to guard against our sudden attacks at all times. I think they must be exhausted now."
"As long as we can hold on for a while longer, the best time to complete the mission is right in front of us. They won't think that we can cross the entire sandstorm to attack them. If we let this sandstorm subside, we'll lose the best opportunity. Everyone, please unleash your nature! The Yamato people are tenacious and indomitable! "
"Yes!"
The leader of the Ghost Slicing Team had a lot of authority in the team. After listening to his encouragement, everyone lifted their spirits and answered loudly. They used their best spirit to face the horrifying majesty of nature. The woman named Iko, who had just spoken, clenched her teeth and squeezed her remaining magical power into the precious relic that was protecting everyone – the Wind King Barrier.
The dense layer of air was compressed even more tightly. Like a flexible shield, it helped them remove the strong pressure of the sandstorm and the dangerous gravel mixed in the strong wind.
Although the group was still in a sorry state, they were in a much better state than those who faced the sandstorm head-on.
No wonder the captain of the Ghost Cutter Team was so confident in his attack on Chen Ang.
In such a huge sandstorm, logically speaking, the Ghost Cutter Team with the Wind King Barrier was in such a sorry state. Zhang Ziqiang's team, which most likely did not have a tool to resist the sandstorm, should be in a more difficult situation. They might even have to defend themselves in the sandstorm. Facing such a huge sandstorm, on one hand, they had to be wary of the enemy's attack. On the other hand, they had to be lazy.
This was because very few people would take the risk of crossing the sandstorm to attack their own people. Zhang Ziqiang's thought was normal. His team was having such a hard time facing the sandstorm. What was the possibility of the enemy taking the risk of crossing the sandstorm to attack them?
Therefore, the captain of the Ghost Cutter Team judged that Zhang Ziqiang's team should be in a state of exhaustion and laziness.
One had to admit that the captain of the Ghost Cutter Team was a guy who had a deep understanding of human psychology. His judgment of Zhang Ziqiang's team was generally correct, except for some mistakes. Whether it was a veteran like Zhang Ziqiang or a newcomer like Xiao Bolang, facing the raging sandstorm outside the airship, they unconsciously slacked off.
Li Mingyi sat cross-legged on the blanket, looked at the fierce wind outside the window, and said curiously, "In such terrible weather, there shouldn't be any idiots who will come to the center of the storm to attack us!"
Hong Fan scratched his head and thought. "It's hard to say! It's better to be careful. "
Li Mingyi rolled his eyes. "If they want to attack us, they have to be able to fly up first! In such bad weather, even the missiles are not accurate, and the electronic equipment is also strongly interfered with. As long as we monitor the small area below, where the wind is relatively calm, they can't launch an attack at all. "
"Also, didn't Dr. Chen release the desertified mummies to go out and investigate?"
After saying that, Li Mingyi took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly said excitedly, "Three and one, I want it!" Hong Fan played a card and said, "King Bomb!"
The Ghost Cutter Team was still in the sandstorm, moving forward with difficulty.
They were slowly approaching the coordinates that the Creator had reported to them last time. According to the time, the next time the coordinates would be shown should be coming soon, but the wind was getting fiercer and fiercer, and they seemed to be approaching the center of the sandstorm. On the ground and in the sky, the yellow sand was rolling like a boiling sea.
A member of the Ghost Cutter Team pressed down on his headscarf and shouted, "Captain, the situation is not right, the wind is getting stronger! We seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm … "
The captain of the Ghost Cutter Team, Akane, roared, "Whether it's right or not, find me the coordinates first!"
Suddenly, the woman named Iko screamed, "Captain, look!"
The sandstorm in front of them was like a whistling hurricane in a secret room, with a low and strange whirlwind. The sand dunes under their feet rose up one after another, like rolling waves. The Samsara travelers of the Ghost Cutter Team saw with their own eyes a sand dune that was tens of meters high topple over, and dozens of tons of gravel smashed into the ground in front of everyone, completely burying a depression.
Everything was like the end of the world. There was a rumbling sound, and in the dim sand curtain, a huge tornado appeared in front of everyone. It was like a huge water pump, pumping the sand dunes on the ground into the sky, and then turning them into torrential sand waves, suddenly smashing down from the sky.
The size of this tornado was huge, and in front of the Ghost Cutter Team, it was like a curtain that blocked half of the sky.
Standing on the bow of the airship, Chen Ang, who was like a nail nailed to the observation deck of the cockpit, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled. "I see you!" He grabbed the air with his right hand, and a decayed mummy next to him turned into countless sand particles, shooting out like a long rope, rolling up the Spear of Judgment beside Hong Fan. As Chen Ang waved his right hand, it shot out.
The sand particles turned by the mummy intertwined with the Spear of Judgment, pressing the mechanism on its body.
In the air, the scepter-like Spear of Judgment (imitation) popped out its sharp spearhead and plunged into the violent hurricane. Under the control of the sand rope wrapped around the spear, the speed was raised to a terrifying level with the help of the hurricane's huge wind.
The black-clothed vampires around Chen Ang stood up one after another. They pounced in the direction from which Chen Ang had thrown them, like cheetahs, and jumped down from the airship hundreds of meters high. Evelyn suddenly screamed when she saw such a scene. The other people on the airship were shocked. They clearly saw the figures of the black-clothed vampires rolling vigorously in the air, then opening their arms and plunging into the violent hurricane.
Cutting the air in the direction of the wind, the black-clothed vampires let out a muffled "whoosh" sound under their ribs. A web-like membrane appeared between their hands and feet under their wide black cloaks, as if they had opened a pair of wings. The structure was like the membrane of a bat's wing, making these vampires really look like a huge bat.
Relying on the instinct in their bloodline, they used the flight suit made of high-strength materials to cut the wind wall like a surfboard cutting the waves on the side. Following the guidance of the Spear of Judgment controlled by Chen Ang, they flew to the place in the dark.
With his eyes closed, Chen Ang used his supernatural power to connect with this huge storm. Through the dozens of sand mummies mixed in the storm, he incorporated every movement of the wind in this huge storm into his calculation. Through the precise calculation of his brain, he constructed a detailed and specific movement model.
The sand mummy wrapped around the Spear of Judgment was like a sand rope. Under the control of Chen Ang, it adjusted its direction and maintained a distance of more than ten meters ahead of the vampires, demonstrating the trajectory of movement for them.
Those vampires in black were like a huge bat shuttling in the tornado. Like a shoal of fish, they accelerated and shuttled with the help of the violent wind, pouncing in an unknown direction.
These vampires had reached an astonishing speed. Their bodies almost broke the sound barrier. Like madmen, they swept through countless chaotic yellow sand flows, weaving through the turbulence with ease. However, in this dangerous situation where they would be torn into pieces if they were not careful, these vampires still maintained a trace of elegance and calmness of the nobles of the night.
One of the vampires following behind on the right had his winged outfit slightly disturbed, and he was quickly swept into the turbulence. Like a clumsy bat, he spun around and was swept up by the turbulence. Countless sharp sand currents and coarse gravel tore his body apart like violent blades. The vampires screamed miserably as they were torn into pieces by the violent winds.
More vampires passed by him without stopping. They still maintained their indifference and unmoved, pouncing in the direction of the Spear of Judgment.
The Spear of Judgment finally shot out the most terrifying distance of the wind, but under Chen Ang's precise calculation, it still continued to be propelled by the airflow. Not only did it not slow down, but it was also accelerated to a terrifying degree …
At this time, Iko, a member of the Ghost Cutter Team, finally calculated the coordinates given by the Lord God at thirty minutes. She could not hide the horror in her heart and said, "Captain Red Tail, the coordinates given by the Lord God for the Nine Provinces team are in the center of the tornado! They … "
Before she could finish her words, under the extremely horrified eyes of Captain Red Tail, her body was hit by a powerful force and flew up. Blood mist appeared at the wound on her chest. It was as if there was a golden light that tore through the wind barrier and passed through her chest. The powerful force shook the blood she threw into a blood mist …
Only Captain Red Tail, who had strengthened his Sharingan, could see that it was a golden spear. It tore through Iko's chest like a crossbow arrow and plunged into the gravel under them with the blood of her sweetheart.
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