Chapter 611 (1/2)
The sound of the wind is like the scream of the devil. Occasionally, it brings out one or two whistling whistling of the whip. The dense gravel can pull out rough wounds on people, erase almost all the existence in the desert, grind the rocks into gravel and pick the living people into white bones.
In such a nightmare environment, a man in iron armor trekked through the desert on foot.
The flying gravel hit him and made a ”Dangdang” sound. He wore a veil and covered most of his head. Only half of his indifferent face was exposed. He walked hard against the strong wind. A group of men and women followed him were wearing the traditional white robes in the desert, but when he looked carefully, there was the shadow of the traditional Japanese imperial robes.
Only careful people can notice that when the storm comes to the party, it seems to be invisible exclusion and separated from the side. The party is like an invisible blade in the storm, breaking most of the power of the sandstorm. Only a small part of the yellow sand that blocks the sky and the sun can penetrate into the invisible barrier.
”Captain, my magic consumption is too big to sustain!” said a thin woman.
The iron clad man walking in the front turned back and said, ”huazi, please hold on. We'll be here soon. When this task is completed, I'll ask the team to collectively invest and exchange six magic circuits for you... Gentlemen, please think about it. We have a treasure: the protection of the wind king's border. This trip has consumed so much energy and effort.”
”Our opponents are always facing the power of this storm. Their energy consumption will only be greater than ours, and they have to guard against our sudden attack all the time. I think they must be exhausted now.”
”As long as we can stick to it and the best time to complete the task is near at hand, they will not think that we can cross the whole storm to attack them. If the storm calms down, we will lose the best opportunity. Gentlemen, please give play to your roots! The Daiwa nation is tenacious!”
”Hi!”
The leader of the ghost cutting team has great authority in the team. After listening to his encouragement, everyone raised their spirits, answered loudly, and took out their best spirit to face the terror and majesty of nature. The woman named huazi who just spoke is biting her teeth, squeezing her little magic left, and pouring it into the treasure of protecting everyone - the boundary of the king of wind.
That layer of dense air is compressed more tightly, like a flexible shield, to remove the strong pressure in the face of sandstorms and the dangerous gravel mixed in strong winds.
Although they are still very embarrassed, they are much better off than those who face the sandstorm.
No wonder the captain of the ghost cutting team was very confident and took Chen ang by surprise.
In such a big storm, it is reasonable that the ghost cutting team with the boundary of the wind king is so embarrassed. Zhang Ziqiang's team, which may not have the props to resist the sandstorm, should be more sad. Even they can only stick to it in the storm. In the face of such a big storm, on the one hand, they should be vigilant against the attack of the hostile reincarnation team, on the other hand, they will have a kind of inertia.
Because few people will risk crossing the sandstorm to attack their own people, Zhang Ziqiang's idea is very normal. His team is so hard to defend in the face of sandstorm, so how many possibilities are there for the enemy to attack at the risk of crossing the sandstorm?
Therefore, the captain of the ghost cutting team judged that Zhang Ziqiang's team should now be in a state of fatigue and laziness.
It has to be said that the captain of the ghost cutting team is a guy who has deeply studied the psychological inferiority of human beings. In addition to some mistakes, his judgment of Zhang Ziqiang's team is generally correct. Both senior people like Zhang Ziqiang and newcomers like Xiao Bolang unconsciously slack off in the face of the raging sandstorm outside the airship.
Li Ming sat cross legged on the blanket, looked at the fierce wind outside the window and said curiously, ”in such terrible weather, no fool should come to the center of the storm and attack us!”
Hong Fan scratched his scalp and thought, ”it's hard to say! It's better to be careful.”
Li Ming turned his eyes: ”if they want to attack us, they have to fly up! In this bad weather, even the missiles have no accuracy, and the electronic equipment is subject to strong interference. As long as we monitor the small area below and the wind is relatively calm, they can't launch an assault at all.”
”Besides, didn't Dr. Chen release the desertification mummy for investigation?”
With that, Li Ming took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly said excitedly, ”three with one, I want it!” Hong Fan said, ”Wang fried!”
The ghost cutting team is still struggling in the sandstorm.
They have slowly approached the coordinates reported by the LORD God to them last time. According to the time, the next time to prompt the coordinates should be coming, but the wind is getting fiercer and fiercer. They seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm. The yellow sand rolls like a boiling Ocean on the earth and in the sky.