Flying to the sun

The heat wave is rolling, and a small sun seems to rise on the sand mountain, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day. A round of knives is centered on freckles and radiates in all directions.

Five swarthy spots stood out, reflected in the light of the knife: Gordon and Sinbad on the left, Tricy in the front, Atay on the back, and three meters to the right, the strange head that was hidden and ready to pounce

This is the second state of the Flying Sun, with the sun's radiation penetrating all the surrounding movements, any hidden creatures will be like dark spots on the sun, clearly revealed. Back then, Qiya used this skill to lock everyone's position in the busy metropolis.

With a muffled snort, a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of the freckle's mouth, and the internal organs seemed to be incinerated by the agitated source force. The second state of the Flying Sun Slash was far beyond the endurance of Freckles, and he forcibly urged it with the secret method of blood, and was immediately counterattacked by the source force.

Resisting the pain, Freckles twisted his wrists, the tip of the knife pointed at his skull. The sword light that had originally spread in the sky converged inward in an instant, condensing into an incomparably dazzling point, concentrating on the skull.

Light and darkness were suddenly reversed, and it became pitch black in all directions, except for the black spotted head that turned into an incandescent spot of light, which was extremely eye-catching in the darkness

The skull let out a terrible screech, and wisps of blood-red smoke evaporated. It scurried away in a panic, but this time it could never disappear into thin air. No matter where it flees, it is always firmly locked by the flare.

Fragments peeled off the skull, and were melted by the high-temperature condensed knife light. The bloody tongue of the skull also gradually shrank, until when it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, the whole skull shattered into powder, and fell to the ground, turning into fine grains of charred sand.

"It's finally over." Freckles hung down the tip of the knife and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and the source power in his body was almost hollowed out.

"What kind of spirit is this? There is no mention of it in the illustrated materials of the Blood Hell Society. Trisy said with palpitations. The monsters in the sand mountains along the way are all bizarre and strange, unheard of, as if they don't belong to this world at all.

Gordon squatted down, twisting the charred black grains of sand, the fangs in his mind suddenly trembled slightly, and he vaguely felt a special anti-life aura. But if you feel it carefully, it's not quite like it. He let go of the grains of sand and pondered in silence. The skull sucks blood and lives in the surface world, why is it dyed with an anti-life breath? Could it be that there is a boundary gap in this area, so it is permeated by the breath of the inner world?

Freckles took out a large bottle of alchemy potion and drank it all, and finally regained a little blood on his face. "Yes, how dare those horse thieves climb over the sand mountain? Isn't this looking for your own death? ”

"I don't understand why a horse thief would want to put his nest in such a terrible place." Tricy wondered, "Do they have a way to deal with these monsters?" ”

"I don't know about the red hair...... How's it going. Atai muttered, his voice unconsciously revealing a hint of pain.

Gordon turned to him, "How are you doing?" Can't suppress the source force? ”

"I can still hold on for a while, but it's a little uncomfortable." Atai touched his lower abdomen and blushed.

"You haven't had a single excretion in the past few days." Gordon shook his head, suppressing the source force is by no means without a price, and the body's metabolism will be impaired because of it. Some people are constipated, some have difficulty digesting food, and some are drowsy and can't wake up...... Atai's bladder was swollen into a balloon, but he couldn't squeeze out a drop of urine.

Freckles carried Atay all the way, and under the bumps, the barbarian boy's lower abdomen was about to explode.

"If Atai can't control the source power......" Tricy's voice became muffled, and everyone fell into a brief silence.

"Woo woo ......" I don't know when, the night wind suddenly became much more violent, the wind was high-pitched and mournful, the dense sand particles swept like a shower, and the whole sand mountain became foggy.

Gordon stood up.

"Did you hear that, too?" The freckles' expression became very ugly.

"Let's go, quick" Gordon sprang out, Sinbad on his back shook violently, and he almost fell. The air hissed and rubbed under Gordon's frantic rush.

Faintly, the boy seemed to hear a screech, followed by a second, and then a third...... The swift night wind whipped up sand and dust, rising from near the top of the mountain, as if awakened from a deep sleep. The wind was loud, terrible as crying, mixed with countless screams.

"And monsters?" Sinbad cried out in a lost voice, and immediately choked on the wind and sand and coughed violently.

Tracy shook her hand and threw out an alchemy fuel canister, and a burning fire light crossed the night sky, illuminating the shadowy and terrifying heads, like a swarm of bees gushing out of the hive, dense, layered, and constantly emerging with the sandy wind, almost covering half of the sand mountain.

"Damn it's over," the freckles screamed, and their heads poured out like a raging waterfall of wind and sand.

The fire was extinguished, and the surroundings were once again darkened. Tracey saw the sand and mist covering the sky and getting closer and closer, and her eardrums were filled with screams one after another, and her heart was suddenly overwhelmed by despair.

"Let's fight,-like" Freckles took out a dozen tubes of alchemy potions, and was about to stuff them into his mouth.

"Wait a minute" Gordon stepped backwards, grabbing Freckles' arm.

"There's no hope. There are too many of them, and they are very difficult to kill. Freckles shook his head dejectedly, even if he still had the strength to cast the second state of the Flying Sun, he couldn't cope with it.

"We can still save it, but you have to take a risk." Gordon turned his gaze to Artay.

"What should I do?" Without hesitation, Atay jumped off the freckle's back.

"Take them to the Ten Lands." "But you may die from blood loss. ”

The expression of the "good" barbarian boy did not waver in the slightest.

"Give him everyone's healing potions." Gordon was the first to take out the alchemy potion. Not far away, the shrill wind and sand almost formed a high wall, approaching with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and the sea. One by one, the heads stretched out their long blood-colored tongues, fluttering and whirling, countless greedy lights flickering.

"Are you trying to ......" Freckles' complexion changed suddenly, "No, Atai will die"

"Probably not. The Ten Lands are the rules of the origin of the world, and any foreign object that does not belong to the Ten Lands will be annihilated by itself if it forcibly enters. ”

"But his flesh will be sucked in an instant"

"His Thunder Source Power restrains evil creatures, it should be able to last for a few seconds"

"Should? You're this"

"I do," Atay interrupted their argument, "Say, my brother, what should I do?" ”

"It's too late, they're coming" Tracey shook out dozens of iron needles with both hands, shooting at a rolling sandwind, and the head hidden in it disappeared and appeared strangely, less than ten meters apart.

The cold light flashed, Gordon raised the dagger in his hand, and more than a dozen small wounds were added to Atai's body, and blood oozed out.

"Hold on for ten seconds, then burst the source power" Gordon handed the blood-stained Ice Ju Dagger to Atai.

"You cold-blooded pervert" Freckles scolded angrily with red eyes, and shoved the alchemy potion into Atay's arms.

"Because I know how to sacrifice better than you do." Gordon turned to meet the blackened head in front of him. Freckles stamped his feet and rushed forward.

"Atai," Tracy shouted, turning her head and running.

Atai didn't move, standing like a mountain, watching the back of his friends leaving. They rushed into the sandy wind, running and fighting. But more sandstorms swept towards themselves. They smelled the blood, instinctively attracted to it, and one by one their heads burst into the wind, opened their mouths of blood, and pounced greedily.

In just three seconds, Atai was surrounded by the scrambling heads in three layers and three layers outside, as if buried by a huge ball of skulls.

And more heads are still squeezing in.

Four, five, six...... Ten seconds

A strange wave suddenly appeared, and the huge ball disappeared without a trace. On the empty sand, only the two deep footprints of the barbarian boy remained.

and - a puddle of wet urine.