The Sea of Fire

Vol. 3 Predestination and Fateful Meeting (見君,不知君。 )

Chapter 6 Lamb Jastimayd· Nied· Laalm

Jaszmad did not intend to dodge the attacks of the two ancient people in front of him, his right hand held the sheath of the scabbard, pressed down half a fist, turned his wrist inward, and moved the sheath horizontally, so that the sheath was a little away from his body, his left hand moved to the handle of the weapon, grasped the middle of the handle, quickly and smoothly pulled out a small part of the weapon, and then pulled out the remaining part of the weapon with a faster speed, when the tip of the weapon completely left the sheath, the five fingers of his right hand and the index finger of his left hand were already white. The weapon draws a horizontal line in the air and turns back at the end of the line. The right hand grips the sheath of the scabbard, and the index finger of the right hand exerts force again, lifting the scabbard a little, and the left hand quickly and smoothly retracts the weapon into the sheath.

Without a pause, after the weapon was withdrawn from the sheath, he immediately raised the scabbard to the height of a fist, turned his wrist outward, making the scabbard vertical, and the scabbard moved sideways again, so that the sheath was closer to the body, the left hand moved to the handle of the weapon, grasped the middle of the handle, quickly and smoothly pulled out a small section of the weapon, and then pulled out the remaining part of the weapon with a faster speed, when the tip of the weapon completely left the scabbard, the five fingers of his right hand had cracked, and five small wounds appeared, and the index finger of his left hand was also cracked, a small wound appeared, and the remaining four fingers of the left hand began to white。 The green juice flowed from the wound, but they didn't stay in his hand for long, and soon they were all sucked into the hilt of the weapon in his left hand. The weapon draws a vertical line in the air and turns back at the end of the line. The right hand grips the sheath of the sheath, and the five fingers of the right hand exert force at the same time to press the sheath down a little, and the left hand quickly and smoothly retracts the weapon into the sheath.

In a single breath, Jaszmad's two slashes came out one after the other, and his right hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, but the shaking quickly disappeared.

A horizontal wound appeared in the abdomen of the two ancient people at the same time, and then a vertical wound appeared in the middle of the body of the ancient people on the left, and these two wounds formed a "ten" character, which continued to extend and spread in his body, and finally cut his body into four pieces and gently fell on the sand.

With his right hand, Jaszmad held the handle of the weapon behind his back, pulled the weapon out of the scabbard, and from the bottom up, he vigorously picked it towards the ancient people on the right, and a horizontal wound also appeared in the middle of the ancient people's body on the right, and together with the horizontal wound that appeared on the abdomen of his body before, it formed a "ten" figure, splitting his body into four pieces, and gently falling on the sand like his companions beside him.

Jaszmed gasped slightly, he looked at his injured hands, pursed his lips, and sighed softly. He retracted the full weapon into its sheath. Walking towards the six ancient races, their respective appearances surprised Jaszmad a little, these ancient races that were supposed to be "evil" were far from the "evil" he imagined. I want to be the "bad" of "evil", but they don't even deserve "evil" in front of them, they are just "bad". Jaszmad suddenly felt inexplicable pity in his heart, and he nodded silently, deciding what he should do... This is what he thinks is the best salvation for these "bad" ancient peoples.

He clenched his fists, a slight tingling sensation reminding him not to get too caught up in the emotions he hadn't yet been able to get used to.

Walking up to the ancients standing straight on the sand, Jaszmaded threw an uppercut with his right fist at his chin, and the ancients were knocked two meters into the air, their jaws completely sunken in, and when he fell, his left leg was pulled out and kicked him in the head accurately, it could not withstand the tremendous force of Jaszedmed's left leg, and had to split apart, and the honey dust scattered in the air. The ancient people who were huddled beside this ancient human race were splashed with honey yellow dust on their backs, and a trace of dust appeared. Jaszmad's left foot landed lightly on the sand, stood on his tiptoe slightly, his right knee raised, and his right foot stomped the head of the ancient people, it cracked in an instant, and his body stopped curling up and trembling, and lay on the sand steadily, not moving at all. Jasmamet let out a breath and moved on.

The pungent smell reached Jasmaed's nose, and he couldn't help but blow his nose, and the ancient people in front of him had to stop. A pale yellow liquid flowed from the gaps in the broken armor of the lower half of the ancient Terran in front of him, and Jaszmed stopped so that he wouldn't step on his excrement fluid as he kept his pace accelerating. The ancients who collapsed on the sand themselves did not seem to realize what they were now, and their eyes looked up at Jaszmaed, sluggish and unfocused. Jaszmaded squinted, walked up to him, and stabbed his right fist through his left chest, piercing his heart with it. He coughed in pain, his brow furrowed, his whole face gradually turned hideous, his left hand covering the hole in his left chest, his right hand dangling in mid-air, and eventually, his right hand had to stop and landed heavily on the sand.

Nearby, another ancient man kept letting out a piercing laugh, Jaszed Med looked at him, his face was red, his eyes were slightly rolled, and tears were in his eyes, Jaszeded Med naturally closed his eyes, released his clenched left fist, stretched out towards his neck, and grabbed it tightly, but the ancient people did not show pain, but an inexplicable calm. Even when he was pinched by Jaszmaed and suffocated to death, this peace was maintained. Jaszmad opened his half-squinted eyes, his silver eyes filled with puzzlement... Why did he have such an expression? Isn't death terrible? Jaszmad felt that the ancient people were becoming more and more incomprehensible, sometimes fearless of death, and sometimes extremely afraid of death. He shook his hands, trying to shake off the honey dust and pain in his hands, but neither of them could leave his hands.

Raising his head, Jasmamet looked ahead, and there were only three ancient people left. Jasmaed took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. He raised his right hand, close it to his eyes, suddenly came back to his senses, opened his eyes wide, quickly removed his right hand, closed his eyes tightly, and opened them again, repeating the action over and on. It wasn't until Jasmaded was sure he was conscious enough that he stopped.

When Jasmamet looked ahead again, there was only one ancient race left of the original three ancient peoples. The roar of the ancient people walking backwards became quieter and quieter, almost inaudible, and the ancient people running with their hands and feet were hard to find. The only one left was the most distinctive ancient human race, and he was the only one who did not choose to escape.

The Ancients looked at Jasmaed, the contempt in their eyes at first had vanished, and what remained was struggle. The horror that had stayed on his face before had disappeared, and what remained was hideous. Jasmamet watched as he pointed the mutilated weapon in his right hand at himself, his right hand trembling all the time, Jasmamed's eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes unconsciously revealed the contempt that had appeared in the eyes of this ancient race at the beginning. At this time, the expressions of the two were the expressions of the two of them meeting each other, but the expressions of the two were exchanged.

Jasmamet's contempt was not sudden, he came to the area of the sea of fire, and met countless ancient people, only the one he encountered outside Yoshimura was a little different, and the other ancients were all equally weak in Jasyumet's opinion. The ancient people in front of him were even more disgusted by his words and deeds.

The Ancients did not stay where they were, he strode forward, and after four steps, the Ancients had already turned into a charge towards Jasmaed. The mutilated weapon, which was originally held with one hand in his right hand, was held by him with both hands at this time, and kept pressing down, the tip of the weapon had already touched the surface of the sand, and the white sand was cut out of a crack by the tip of the blade, and as the ancient people continued to get closer and faster to get closer to Jasmad, the crack became longer and longer, and when he came to Jasmymed and swung the weapon, this rift was able to disappear.

Jaszmed took a step forward to the right, rotated his body counterclockwise from left to right in a circle and a half, and used the rotation to drive his left arm and pull out his left fist. Jaszmad's punch didn't hit the Ancients in the face, and what followed was the white sand that the Ancients brought up when they swung their weapons. A large expanse of white sand invaded Jasmaed's eyes, and the pain and discomfort forced Jasmamed to close his eyes, and tears instantly burst out of the corners of his eyes. Jasmed kept blinking, trying to regain his sight as soon as possible, but the attack of the ancient people did not give him more time to adjust, and a sharp pain came from his left abdomen, and this ancient people should have slashed into his left abdomen with a weapon... Damn, this ancient race... Jaszmed's thoughts were interrupted as the pain in his left abdomen was once again more intense than the last time... Damn! Jasmaed's thoughts were interrupted once more, because not only did he feel pain in his left abdomen, but there was already a wound in his left abdomen, and the juice was constantly overflowing from the wound.

The ancient people stopped attacking, and although Jaszmad was surprised, he didn't let go of this opportunity, constantly blinking and crying, and his sight was finally restored, and the appearance and expression of the ancient people were also able to appear in his eyes.

The Ancients furrowed their brows, half-squinted their eyes, and sighed softly as they stared at Jaszmede's wound and the green juice that flowed from it.

"I see—" There was a hint of relief in the voice of the Ancients, and a strange feeling that Jaszmaded could not recognize.

Jaszmaded didn't care about his wounds, his contempt was put away, his anger was contained, and he only had one thing to think about now: to save the ancient people in front of him, so that he could be freed from this world of sin. Jasmamed's right hand held the sheath of the sheath, and there was a slight tremor in his right hand, and Jasmamed breathed rapidly, constantly exerting force, and his right hand became more and more white, but stopped trembling.

Jaszed down the sheath, and he wanted to press down half a fist, but his right hand was a little disobedient, even though he kept pushing hard. The wrist turned inward, the scabbard moved slightly horizontally, but it did not move far away from the body, the left hand moved to the handle of the weapon, grasped the middle of the handle as tightly as possible, and quickly pulled out a small section of the weapon, and the pain in the mouth and palm of Jaszmad's left hand appeared so piercing that he had to give up and continue to pull out the remaining part of the weapon, and even directly let go of the left hand holding the handle of the weapon, allowing the weapon to slide back into the scabbard.

The Ancients' left hand let go of the hilt of the weapon and reached into his dark purple broken armor, as if something had been taken out, and Justimid could not see it. The Ancients held their weapons in one hand with their right hand, and they repeated their tricks, swinging their weapons to stir up large patches of white sand and sending them flying towards Jasmaed's eyes. Jaszmed immediately raised his trembling left arm to block the oncoming white sand. Suddenly, a pain was felt in his left forearm, as if something sharp had pierced Jasmaed's left forearm, and the pain appeared three times in succession, the last one being the most profound, a piercing pain, something sharp pierced into Jasmamet's left forearm. The abnormal pain caused Jaszmad to narrow his left eye, grit his teeth, pull it out with his right hand, and threw it on the sand.

The figure of the ancient human race is faintly visible, he took out his right arm, it should be the weapon slashed out, according to the habit of the ancient human race before, he swung the weapon four times from the lower right to the upper left, and his slash this time will not be an exception. Jaszmaded leapt quickly two steps to his left, out of range of the Ancients' mutilated weapon, preventing it from touching its own body. However, what the ancients held in their right hand was not the handle of his mutilated weapon, but a piece of white sand. Jaszmaded's eyes were once again invaded by the white sand, and he had to close his eyes, forced to lose all his sight. At this moment, the Ancients would surely attack again with their mutilated weapons, and Jaszmad tried to protect his wounded left abdomen with his left hand, while his right hand was swinging up and down, so as to touch the weapons of the Ancients, know the direction of his attack, and thus dodge or resist his slash. I didn't feel any pain in my left hand and arm, and I didn't touch anything with my right hand...... Suddenly, a chill seeped into Jaszmede's right hand... It was the mutilated weapon of the Ancients!ahhh The right hand was cut off three times in succession by the ancient human race, and the tremor of the right hand could no longer be suppressed, and even the right arm trembled together. Jasmaed's right hand drooped and trembled. The green juice kept flowing from the wound in the palm of his hand, "Drip, drip, drip!" The green juice continued to drip into the white sand, and a small pool of juice gradually appeared next to Jaszmead's right foot.

Jasmamet gasped, this ancient human race repeatedly used white sand to sneak attack him, it can really be described as "scheming", another characteristic of the ancient human race "scheming" At this moment, Jasmamet firmly remembered it.

Reluctantly raising his right arm and holding the sheath of the scabbard with his right hand, Justimed neither pressed it down nor moved it sideways, moved his left hand to the handle of the weapon, held the middle of the handle, quickly pulled out a small part of the weapon, and then pulled out the rest of the weapon with a faster speed, the violent tremor of the right hand and the slight tremor of the left hand seeped into the weapon, the body of the weapon kept shaking, the weapon drew a wavy line in the air, the waves of the wavy line were of different sizes, and the tail end of the weapon line was turned back. Jaszmad tried to retract the weapon in his left hand into the sheath, but he couldn't retract it smoothly because of the trembling of his hands, and the tip of the weapon kept rubbing against the sheath, and he couldn't get into the sheath. Jasmaed gave up, half-grasping the weapon in his left hand and moving it to the left side of his torso. Jasmamed's slash did not hit the Ancients, and the Ancients easily dodged Jasmymed's slash.

A bright smile appeared on the face of the ancient people, and the unusually curly goatee shook incessantly because of his laughter. The glimmer in his eyes suddenly became shining, and the movements of the ancient human race became more sensitive and smooth. The Ancients took a step forward with their left foot, stepped heavily on the desert, exerted force on their left thigh, supported their right leg, twisted their bodies slightly, grasped the handle of the weapon with both hands, and pulled out both arms at the same time, slashing the weapon towards the wound on the left side of Jasmaed's abdomen. Jasmaed tried to raise his left arm and use the weapon in his left hand to block the Ancients' slash, but his left arm could no longer be raised. The constant loss of green juice caused Jaszmad's entire body to feel heavy, especially his legs and feet. Jasmaed tried to move two steps to the right out of range of the Terran weapon, but he only took half a step, and his legs and feet could not move. The slash of the ancient people made the wound on Jaszmad's left abdomen deeper, bigger and longer. The wound changed from the left side of the abdomen to the left side of the abdomen to the bottom of the chest.

The ancient people did not continue to attack Jaszed, he stopped attacking again, looked up, looked at Jaszmed, the bright smile on his face was gradually put away by him, and the light in his eyes disappeared with the smile. A small black shadow appeared in the eyes of the ancient human race.

Jasmaded gasped, adjusting his breath as best he could, taking in longer breaths, exhaling it slowly, then inhaling in a short breath, and exhaling it quickly.

The right hand holds the sheath of the sheath with all his might, and the wrist is turned outward, the sheath is generally in a fixed position, and the sheath is slightly tilted to the right. Take a half step with your right foot in front of you, step lightly on the sand, your right leg will take advantage of the momentum, and your whole body will tilt to the right. Move your left hand to the handle of the weapon, grasp the middle of the handle with all your might, and draw the weapon as quickly and smoothly as possible, drawing a straight line from the top right to the left, and turning back as fast as possible at the end of the line. At the same time withdraw the right foot.

After the left hand retracts the weapon as quickly and smoothly as possible, the wrist of the right hand is turned inward, the sheath is generally in place, and the sheath is slightly tilted to the left. Take a half step forward with your right foot, step lightly on the sand, and your right leg will exert force to lean your whole body forward. Once again, the left hand draws the weapon as quickly and smoothly as possible, drawing a straight line from the bottom right upwards and turning back as fast as possible at the end of the line. At the same time withdraw the right foot.

After the left hand has once again retracted the weapon as quickly and smoothly as possible, the wrist of the right hand is slightly turned outwards so that the sheath remains vertical, the sheath is generally in motion, and the sheath is vertically upward. Take a half-step forward with your left foot and step lightly on the sand, your left leg will take advantage of the momentum, and your whole body will tilt to the left. The left hand draws the weapon one last time as quickly and smoothly as possible, drawing a straight line from the top left to the bottom right, and turning back as fast as possible at the end of the line one last time. At the same time, the left foot is withdrawn, and the left hand retracts the weapon one last time as quickly and smoothly as possible.

The ancient people who looked up at Jaszmad were cut apart in an instant, with the heart as the center, and the whole body became three pieces, his face was still solemn, and the small black shadow in his eyes was gone. Dust splattered from all sections of his body, rendering every grain of white sand beneath his three bodies, staining them honey-yellow. The unusually curly goatee gradually became less curly, and a gentle breeze blew each beard, slowly straightening them.

In addition to the ancient people he met outside Yoshimura, the little ancient girl behind him, and the ancient woman who was still in a coma, this was the only ancient human race that Jaszed Mead remembered. Jaszmad slowly and staggered to the side of the Ancient Race, slowly pulled out his mutilated weapon from his hands, and thrust it into the white sand in the middle of the three bodies of the Ancient People, his right hand was half clenched into a fist, his head hung slightly, leaning on his right hand that was already half clenched into a fist, and whispered: "May you rest in peace..."

After saying these four words, Jasmamed knelt on one knee, the whole person half-knelt on the sand, his left hand covered the wound on his left abdomen, and his whole body was trembling. Both legs and feet are gradually losing sensation, especially his hands, which have lost sensation, he raised his right arm and put his right hand into his green green blue silk robe, when Jaszmead's right hand took out the golden bottle from the green green blue silk robe, his right hand used up all his remaining strength, trembling, let the golden bottle roll down to the sand, at this time Jasmamet was already on his knees, he didn't want to let himself fall on the sand, he tried to straighten his upper body, leaning back as much as possible, but his body finally collapsed forward on the sand, the golden bottle was close in front of him, but he didn't have the strength to pick it up, which made it so unreachable in Jaszmede's silver eyes.

Jaszmad looked up at the bottle, and a slender figure gradually approached the bottle, faintly tinged with a hint of inky purple... Enemies? Are there any enemies hidden? Damn! The figure was not agile in his steps, and even stumbled a little, and the figure walked up to Jaszed, half-crouched down, revealing his face... Isn't this the ancient Terran woman? She actually woke up? Jaszmad's mouth opened unconsciously, and his eyes widened vigorously, and he looked particularly surprised and incredulous at the awakening of Neibu Sente. Nebucent picked up the golden bottle, pulled out the cork, and dripped the liquid onto the wound on Jaszed's left abdomen and under his chest, his left hand, and his right hand. The liquid medicine continued to heal Jasmad's wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the wounds were all staggered and stopped flowing juice, but Jasmaed's face did not improve because of this, and was still as pale as just now.

"Thank you......" Jaszed Med supported his upper body with both hands, allowing himself to change from "slumped" to "sitting", just three words, but Jaszmed kept gasping, and also made his voice sound very weak.

"I should thank you, thank you for saving me and Andu, and that little guy...", Nebu Sente's voice was light, and she didn't seem to be fully recovering. Nebu Sente gently handed the golden bottle to Jaszmaed, "My name is Nebu Sente. ”

"My name is Jaszmaed. This is what I should do, two men bullying a woman, I can't stand by and watch!" Jasmaed's voice suddenly became agitated when he said the words "stand by". Even after saying these four words, Jaszmaded coughed violently.

"You're definitely not an ancient human in the Sea of Fire region..."Although Nebu Sente's body was weak, her voice did not bring the same feeling of weakness to Jaszed, but was sonorous and powerful. The black and yellow pupils of the inner step were staring closely at the silver eyes of Jaszed, and Jasmymed could see her unquestionable affirmation in her eyes.

"How do you know?" Jaszed didn't know that his identity would be seen through by her, but he thought about it, this was not the first time, and there were not many surprises or surprises in his heart... Maybe it's because of my unique clothing that doesn't fit in with the Ancients? Or maybe it's because of my golden medicine bottle? Looks like I'm going to have to kill another Ancient... Ay... After dealing with this ancient woman, I had to change my clothes, which were too eye-catching and easy to distinguish in this area of fire. Jaszmad adjusted his breathing and twisted his body to the right with his hands on the sand, allowing his left half of his body to move forward and his right half to the back. Justymede's body blocked the sheath, which had been moved into the blind spot of his invisible sight. His right hand gripped the hilt of the weapon tightly, ready to attack the ancient human woman in front of him.

"There is no longer an ancient race with a sense of justice like you in the Sea of Fire region..."Neibu Sente lowered his head, and the silver-gray hair fell gently, covering her eyes, Jaszed Mad couldn't see her expression clearly, he vaguely felt that Neibu Sente was a little sad... Why are they sad? Why are they not angry? Their own people have fallen into their own desires and evils, why should they grieve for such an ancient race? They don't deserve it! I don't understand...... What the hell are the ancients thinking? Every ancients are different, and they're all strange... Jaszmed slightly let go of his right hand holding the hilt of the weapon, he hesitated a little, this ancient woman seemed to be different from the ancient people he had met before. The observer and Andu stayed on the sand not far from Jasmamet and Nebucent, and the observer kept whining and calling at Nebusant, but Nebucent didn't seem to hear its call, and Jasyumid didn't seem to hear its call. And Andu, beside it, quietly leaned against the observer, stroking the moon-white fluff on its back, trying to calm the observer in this way.

"In this world, if there are more ancient people with a sense of justice... Maybe the world won't be as bad as it is now......" Insideshin raised her hands, rubbing her eyes with them, she looked up, and Jaszed Med could see her reddish eyes, "Please don't pay attention to what I just said. You're an ancient human who came to the Sea of Fire from another region, right?

"The Origin Land..."From time to time, Jasmamet would see some Ancients who came to trade with Drafra's territory, wearing a kind of clothing called a "wrap garment" by the Ancients, and always carrying cloth backpacks of different colors on their backs. They should all be caravans or individual vendors. Jaszmaed felt that he might be able to disguise himself by borrowing "vendors". With his left hand, Jaszed Med took the golden medicine bottle that Nebushant had handed him, and placed it in his green green and blue silk robe. Although Jaszmaded slightly let go of his right hand holding the hilt of the weapon, he never completely let go of his right hand, "I went to the Origin Land of the Elder Dragons to sell goods, and my cloth backpack and merchandise were plundered by a grom on the way back, but fortunately they didn't take my life. ”

The wind blew across the sand, blowing up a few wisps of white sand and invading Neibu Sente, and she lowered her head once more, covering her face with her left hand, trying not to let the white sand blow into her eyes as much as possible.

"It turns out... That's it..."There was still the sadness in Nebucent's voice, and the dust on her body made her look pitiful, which made Jaszed Med's heart have some wonderful and inexplicable feelings... Why do you feel very uncomfortable when you see Neibu Sente's appearance, she is just an ancient human race, an ancient human race that has nothing to do with me...... After Jaszmad transformed, there were always a lot of thoughts and feelings in his heart that he had never had before, which made him very inexplicable, and more at a loss, "You're really lucky... By the way, where are you going now?"

Jaszed Maed exhaled softly through his nose, not aware of his identity, and not suspicious of what he had just said. And the question she asked just solved the problem that Justin Made didn't know how to open his mouth and explain to Nebu Sente that he was going to the city hub Huron Yolan. Jasmede's right hand was completely released and moved in front of him, his hands folded, his two thumbs pressed back, his chin resting on his two thumbs, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Huron Yoran!" Jaszed Med's voice revealed honesty, his head hung slightly, and his appearance at the moment made the honesty in his voice seem unquestionable, "City Huron Yoran, can you take me there? I don't know how to get there..."

Nebushant looked up again, his eyes shaking, and a look of pain on his face, and Jaszed Maed didn't know why. The words "Huron Youlan" seem to have an unusual meaning for Neibu Sente... But it also shows that Nebu Sente knows where the city hub Huron Yolan is! And she knows enough about Huron Yolan! Nebu Sente closed her eyes tightly and slowly opened them again, she looked at Andu and the observer not far away, sighed, closed her eyes again, and slowly opened them again.

"Alright, I'll take you to Huron Yoran. After saying this, Neibu Sente seemed to use all his strength, and sat down on the sand at once.

Jasmede's body grew stronger as the wound healed, and he slowly stood up, walked over to Nebusant, and lifted her up from the sand. Carrying her on her back, her limbs were weak, and she walked towards the observer and Andu.

"Wait a minute," Nebucent stopped Jaszed Med's way, "take Grey Noyd's head..."

"Ash Noord?" Jaszed Med hadn't heard the name Nebushant say, "Who is he?"

"It's the Ancients with the unusually curly goatee—" Inside's voice grew weaker and weaker, and she walked up to Jasmaed, seemingly using all her strength, "He's the bountyhold... You don't know, and you should, after all, you've been in the place of origin. ”

Jasmamed carried the inner step to Noord's body, and Jasmed did not directly take out his complete weapon from the sheath, he turned his head sideways to look at the inner step center.

"I can't use my weapon now. Can I use your weapon?" Jaszed Med didn't want Nebucent to see his weapon, and he really couldn't use it now.

Inside, as if he didn't have any suspicions, handed his mutilated weapon directly to Jaszmed.

Jasmaded took the mutilated weapon in his right hand, held it, and cut off Noord's head. He first handed the weapon back to Nebushant for her to put it away, then gently lowered Innerstep Cente from his back onto the sand, loaded Nowell's head into her ink-colored cloth backpack, and put her back on his back. Jasmamet carried the inner step on his back and slowly walked towards the observer and Andu. The observer had stopped calling, and Andu stayed with it for Jaszmaed and Nebushant to arrive.

As the sun gradually sets, the heat slowly fades away, the warmth has arrived, and the ultramarines cherish the last moments and stroll on the sand. I don't know if it was because it was too hot, but Nebu Sente leaned softly against Jaszmaed, and each other's cheeks were slightly red.

"Little one... Andu..."Neibu Sente's voice was also soft, her body still hadn't fully recovered, and weakness still haunted her, "We're going to the right front now, let's go to the city hub Huron Yolan..."

The observer and Andu followed in the footsteps of Jasmamed, Andu was closer to Jasmamed, she glanced at Jasmamed from time to time, and from time to time glanced at the inner step on Jasmamed's back, and the slight redness on their cheeks at the same time really attracted her attention. The observer was farther away from Jasmamed, and behind the three of them, he kept an eye on his surroundings, and even more so on Jasmaed.

Under the guidance of Neibu Sente, Jaszed and his party slowly approached the city hub Huron Yoran, and as they gradually approached, the blue sun also got closer and closer to the horizon, and the red moon gradually rose from the other end.

The sky in front of them was filled with blue, and the sky behind them was filled with jade red, and the sky above them was red and blue, and pale blue and purple jumped out. It is both a double sun and a double moon.

In the desert in front of them, the breeze has gradually stopped, and in the desert behind them, the showers have stopped, and the clouds above them have stopped rolling, and silence and peace have hit. It is both the end and the beginning.

The desert at this time is extremely quiet. The sky at this moment is incomparably gorgeous.