Fantasy World Transmigration - 611. Mime private 611

The sound of the wind is like the scream of the devil, and occasionally brings out one or two whistles that release a long whip. The dense gravel can draw rough wounds on the human body, and can wipe out almost everything in the desert. It will polish the rock into gravel and bring life to life. People are cut to bones.

In such a nightmare environment, a man in iron armor trudged in the desert on foot.

The flying gravel hit him, making a “dangdang” sound. He wore a veil and covered most of his head, showing only half of his indifferent face. He walked hard against the wind, behind him. The men and women who followed them all wore traditional white robes from the desert area, but a closer look revealed the shadow of the traditional Japanese god robes.

Only a careful person can notice that the storm came in front of a group of people, as if they were invisiblely repelled, separated from the side, and the group of people was like an invisible blade in the storm, breaking through most of the sandstorm. The mighty yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun, and only a small part of the fish that slipped through the net, could seep into the invisible barrier.

“Captain, my magical power is consumed too much, and it’s almost impossible to maintain it!” a thin woman couldn’t help but say.

The iron-clad man walking in the forefront turned around and said, “Eiko, please hold on. We will be there soon. When the mission is completed, I will let the team members collectively fund the six magic circuits for you… Everyone, please think about it. We have a treasure: the protection of the Wind King enchantment. This trip has consumed so much energy and effort.”

“And 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 attacks all the time. I think they must be exhausted now. Exhausted.”

“As long as we can hold on, the best time to complete the task is right in front of them. They would not think that we could traverse the entire storm to attack them. If the storm is allowed to subside, we will lose our best opportunity. Lords, please give full play to your roots! The Yamato nation is tenacious!”

“Hi!”

The captain of the ghost cut team is very authoritative in the team. After listening to his encouragement, everyone raised their spirits and replied loudly. He took out his best spirit to face the terrifying majesty of nature. The one who just spoke was called painted Zi’s woman gritted her teeth and squeezed the little magic power she had left, pouring it into the treasure that protects everyone-the Wind King enchantment.

The dense air is compressed more compactly, like a flexible shield, to relieve them of the strong pressure of the sandstorm and the dangerous gravel mixed in the strong wind.

Although the group is still very embarrassed, the situation is much better than those who face the sandstorm.

No wonder the leader of the Guiqie team was very confident and caught Chen Ang off guard.

In such a big storm, the Ghost Cut team with the Wind King enchantment is so embarrassed, so Zhang Ziqiang’s team, who most likely does not have the props to resist the sandstorm, should be even more sad, even only holding on to the storm, and facing In such a big storm, on the one hand, they have to be alert to the attack of the enemy Samsara team, on the other hand, they will have a kind of inertia.

Because few people would risk crossing the sandstorm to attack their own people, Zhang Ziqiang’s thoughts are normal. It is so hard for his team to stick to the sandstorm. Then the enemy will risk the danger of crossing the sandstorm to attack. How many are there?

Therefore, the leader of the Guiqie team judged that Zhang Ziqiang’s team should now be in a state of exhaustion and slack.

It has to be said that the leader of the Guiqiu team is a guy who has studied the psychological inferiority of humans very deeply. His judgment on Zhang Ziqiang’s team is generally correct, except for some mistakes, whether it is a senior like Zhang Ziqiang or Xiao. Newcomers like Brown, faced with the sandstorm raging outside the airship, did not consciously slack off.

Li Ming sat cross-legged on the blanket, looking at the fierce wind outside the window, and curiously said: “In such terrible weather, there should be no idiot who will come to the center of the storm and attack us!”

Hong Fan scratched his scalp, thinking: “It’s hard to say! It’s better to be careful.”

Li Ming rolled his eyes: “They have to fly up if they want to attack us! In this bad weather, even the missiles are not accurate, and the electronic equipment is subject to strong interference, as long as we monitor well. In the small area below, where the wind is relatively calm, they can’t launch an assault at all.”

“Moreover, didn’t Dr. Chen release the deserted mummies to investigate?”

After speaking, Li Ming took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly said with excitement: “Three belts and one, I want it!” Hong Fan said: “Wang fried!”

The Guiqiu team was still in the sandstorm, struggling to advance.

They have slowly approached the coordinates the Lord God reported to them last time. According to the time, the time for the next prompting of the coordinates should be approaching, but the wind is getting fiercer and fiercer. They seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm, on the ground and the sky, yellow sand is rolling Like a boiling ocean.

The members of the Kikiki team pressed their headscarves and shouted: “Captain, the situation is not right, the wind is getting stronger and stronger! We seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm…”

Akio, the leader of the Oniqiu team, roared, “Whether it’s right or not, find me the coordinates first!”

Suddenly the woman named Eiko screamed: “Captain, look at it!”

The sandstorm in front of me is like a whistling hurricane in a secret room, low and with a peculiar whirling sound. The sand dunes underneath are rising one after another, like rolling waves. The reincarnations of the Guiqie team saw dozens of meters with their own eyes. The high sand dunes overturned, and dozens of tons of gravel smashed into the ground in front of everyone, completely burying a depression.

Everything seemed like the end of the world, with a rumbling sound. In the dim sand screen, a huge tornado appeared in front of everyone. It looked like a huge water pump, pumping the sand dunes on the site to the sky and then melted. Because of the heavy rain, the sand waves suddenly smashed down from the sky.

The size of this hurricane is huge, and in front of the Ghost Cut team, it is like a curtain blocking half of the sky.

Standing on the bow of the airship, Chen Ang, who was nailed like a nail on the observation deck of the cockpit, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled and said, “I saw you!” He grabbed the void in his right hand, next to it. The rotten mummies turned into countless grains of sand, shot out like a long rope, rolled up the spear of judgment beside Hong Fan, and shot out with a wave of Chen Ang’s right hand.

The grains of sand made by the mummified entangled with the spear of judgment, pressing down on its organs.

The spear of judgment in midair, which is like a scepter, ejects sharp spearheads and plunges into the violent hurricane. Under the control of the sand rope wrapped around the spear, it uses the huge wind of the tornado to control the speed. Mentioned a terrible degree.

The blood clans in black around Chen Ang stood up one after another. They threw towards Chen Ang and threw them out like a cheetah. They jumped down hundreds of meters from the airship. Evelyn suddenly saw this situation. Screaming, the scalps of the other people in the airship exploded, clearly seeing the silhouettes of the blood in black tumbling vigorously in the air, and then plunged into the violent tornado with one arm and one head.

Cutting the air in the direction of the wind, the black-clothed blood people made a muffled sound under their ribs, and a web-like film appeared between the hands and feet of the large black cloak, as if spreading a pair of wings, like The structure of the bat wing membrane makes these blood races really look like a giant bat.

Relying on the instinct in their blood, they used the flying wing suit made of this high-strength material to cut through the wind wall like the side of a surfboard, cutting through the wind wall, and following the guidance of Chen Ang’s spear of control of judgment, towards the future. Where fly away.

Chen Ang closed his eyes, and with the help of his mana and the touch of this huge storm, through the dozens of sandy mummies mixed in the storm, he took the movement of every wind of the huge storm into his own calculations, and passed through them. His brain precisely calculated and constructed a detailed and specific movement model.

The deserted mummy wrapped around the spear of judgment, like a sandso, adjusted its direction under Chen Ang’s control, maintaining a distance of more than ten meters ahead of the blood races, demonstrating the trajectory of their movement.

Those black-clothed blood races are like a huge bat flying through the tornado. They use the violent wind like a school of fish to speed up and shuttle and pounce in an unknown direction.

These blood races have reached an astonishing speed. Their bodies have almost broken through the sound barrier, passing through countless chaotic yellow sand currents like a lunatic, interspersed among these countless turbulent currents, they are actually very easy to do, but if they are born here, they are torn if they are not paying attention. In the dangerous situation of fragmentation, these blood races still maintained a trace of the grace and calmness of the dark night nobles.

A blood clan wing suit at the right rear was slightly disorganized, and was quickly involved in the turbulence, like a clumsy bat, spinning around, being swept up by the turbulence, countless sharp sand currents, rough. The gravel tore open his body like a violent blade, and the blood clan screamed and was torn to pieces by the wind.

However, more blood races passed him without stopping, still maintaining indifferent, unmoved, pounced in the direction where the spear of judgment was shot.

The Spear of Judgment finally shot out the most terrifying distance of the wind, but under Chen Ang’s precise calculations, it was still continuously propelled by the airflow. Not only did it not slow down, but it was accelerated to a terrible speed. Degree……

At this time, Eiko, a member of the Onikiki team, finally calculated the coordinates given by the main god at 30 minutes again. She couldn’t hide her panic and said: “Captain Akao, the main god gave the coordinates of the Kyushu team. The center of the tornado! They…”

Before she finished her words, in Akao’s extremely horrified eyes, her body was hit by a powerful force, and blood mist appeared on the wound on her chest, as if there was a golden light, tearing the wind. The king barrier, passing through her chest, the powerful force shook the blood thrown out of her into a blood mist…

Only Captain Chiwei, who strengthened the writing wheel eyes, could see that it was a golden spear, like a crossbow, tearing open Eiko’s chest, and plunged into the gravel under them with the blood of his sweetheart.

“No! Eiko!” Akao wailed desperately.