Chapter 402 Shaji Town (2/2)

”I will,” said Gao Peng, nodding. After receiving the coordinates of the Golden Hands' headquarters from Jafar, he bid farewell to his host and left the place. He was confident that Jafar wasn't an ally of the Golden Hands. This was because 13 years before, when Jafar was still a mere local police chief, his wife and daughter had been killed in a suicide bombing incident, and the mastermind behind this act of terror was later discovered to be none other than the Golden Hands.

Over all these years, Jafar had been the vanguard leading the government's fight against the Golden Hands. Looking at Gao Peng's shrinking figure, his face grew troubled. These were uncertain times. All high-level combatants in the government were strictly forbidden at the moment from engaging their enemies, including the Golden Hands, without proper authorization.

The Golden Hands' headquarters were located in a small town named Shaji. One would be hard-pressed to find it on any map. Shaji was a small town formed deep in the Golden Sand Desert after the Cataclysm.

Only those who frequented the deeper parts of the desert would know that such a place existed. Travelers sometimes stopped by to replenish their supplies. The townsfolk also seemed like a friendly bunch.

The town was situated near an oasis deep in the desert. It was approximately ten square miles. Not too far away was a lake, around which stood buildings of all shapes and sizes. In every corner of the town, men clad in robes as yellow as the sand around them stood alert to their surroundings.

At times, yellow-winged dragons could be seen flying through the swirling sand in the air before coming down to land in the middle of the town. A couple of the townsfolk could also be seen venturing deeper into the desert with their sandworm familiars.

A group of figures had climbed up to the top of a sand dune. There, their gazes fell on the small desert town in the distance.

To the north of the town was a patch of green plants. The town was built around the lake in a crescent shape. A couple of palm trees were planted on the banks of the lake. They could also see human shapes flitting through the buildings.

Gao Peng took a deep breath and said, ”Looks like we're here.” He looked down at the map in his hand.

”Yes, this is the place. Sure is a difficult place to look for in the desert... Let's go,” said Gao Peng. All of them began walking towards the town in the distance, with Gao Peng leading the way.

Dumby followed close behind, clad in a billowing black robe. Beside it were the White Steel Bladed Beast, the Desolate Frost Lion, and Flamy, all of them silent as they mentally braced themselves for the upcoming battle.

Flamy had been given the role of providing aerial support, taking down airborne enemies, and chasing down fleeing enemies on the ground.

The White Steel Bladed Beast was in charge of the group's frontal assault.

The Desolate Frost Lion's Ice-type abilities could provide crowd control. One of its advantages was its small stature, allowing it to be easily carried around in battle.

Gao Peng also believed that piles of corpses had been buried beneath the sand for years since the town's inception. The easiest way to handle a dead body was to bury it. The desert's loose sand made this all the easier.

”Someone's coming,” muttered one of the patrolmen who had spotted Gao Peng in the distance into a hidden microphone.

”Copy that,” said a voice in his earpiece.

When he was 500 steps away from the town's entrance, Gao Peng stopped. This should have been far enough.

Dumby raised its head. Its ivory Soul Flames began to burn beneath its robe. It then spread out its fingers and let the flames engulf both its arms. ”Awaken, my fellow undead.”