"Is it going to rain?"

Conan Scott stared at the sky, and a thought flashed through his mind.

In just an instant, the dark heavy clouds had completely covered every corner of the sky, obscuring the skylight, as if the whole world was shrouded in this dark cloud!

"Damn, it's bad luck!"

Conan Scott scolded secretly, because the progress of the project was very dissatisfied with the Tianlong people, and the work of building the bridge was naturally carried out regardless of whether it was windy or rainy.

Even if there were no accidents, most of the slaves who were already weak after the rain would fall ill, which meant that there would always be a large number of slave attrition after every bad weather passed.

But this is not the reason why Conan Scott is unhappy, slaves are not valuable, especially such slaves who do hard labor, anyway, if a group dies, they will go to the member countries of the non-world government to catch another batch.

There will always be as many slaves as there are to be replaced, and the loss of personnel has never been a concern for Conan Scott.

What disgusted him was that he had to go outside in the heavy rain to supervise the work, and the higher officials could of course hide in the house and drink a small drink, but the lower officials like him had to brave the heavy rain to check whether the slaves were lazy.

"These scumbags! Dead pigs! It's just not worry-free! ”

Conan Scott whipped the slave who was struggling to push the cart full of building materials on the side, and the slave involuntarily shrank in pain and looked at Conan Scott in fear.

"Look at what! Dead pig, hurry up and work for me! ”

The whip crackled in the air, and he glanced at the slave viciously, and the mood that had been good just now was ruined.

He turned back to the house, and was about to take out his raincoat, a man like him was not inferior to those who could be thrown away casually, but it was very precious, and naturally he would not be drenched in the rain as defenselessly as these slaves.

But suddenly, in front of him, whether it was the hard work of moving bricks, or the difficult cart, or the slaves building the wall, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in a daze.

Conan Scott felt something strange and followed their line of sight.

Then, too, he froze, and opened his mouth wide to almost fit a goose egg.

Vortex, a giant maelstrom!

High in the sky, among the thick dark clouds that could be reached, the clouds of the entire sky seemed to be slowly rotated under the traction of an invisible force.

The whole sky seemed to be shrouded in this terrifying vortex that covered the entire sky.

The inky black color suddenly spread out from the center of the whirlpool, as if it had been swallowed up along with the light!

Everyone present felt distracted for a while, and in that whirlpool where they couldn't see their fingers, it seemed that even their minds were about to be swallowed up!

The sky fell!

There is a sense of extreme absurdity and truth in everyone's minds.

Covered by a whirlpool thousands of meters wide in the center alone, so black that even light could not escape, the howling wind rolled up out of thin air, making a whirling sound, like the wail of the world before death.

No words in the world can describe this terrifying scene, the wind rolled up on the sea, setting off a monstrous wave tens of meters high, surging towards the bridge piers, stirring up waves hundreds of meters high.

Even standing on the bridge hundreds of meters high, you are drenched in salty water.

The huge wind swept by, almost blowing people away, and many of the weaker slaves were blown to the ground under this strong wind, and the gourds were rolled all over the ground.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?!! ”

Conan Scott covered his hands in front of his eyes to block the wind that blew like knives, and he hid behind a huge block of masonry.

He'd been working here for more than a decade, but he'd never encountered such a terrible sight, it was like the end of the world.

The wind howled, and the clouds within reach were crumpled into strips by an invisible force and rushed into the center of the whirlpool.

Between the rolling dark clouds, the terrible electric snake danced wildly.

Thunder and lightning, gloomy heaven and earth, terrible winds, monstrous waves...... In Conan Scott's mind, the end of the world is nothing more than that!

"Is this a sign that the legendary Black Storm is coming?" Conan Scott thought in horror.

The Black Storm, the legend of death in the Great Passage.

It is rumored that there was a terrible storm on the sea, and whoever was caught in it would find it dark inside, for the wind it was blowing and black, and nothing could be seen.

And those who are unfortunate enough to be caught up in the Black Storm have a 1 percent chance of survival!

"It's not really that unlucky, is it...... No! Is that!!! ”

Conan Scott's eyes widened suddenly, and his face showed unprecedented horror!

Boat! He saw a ship!

A ship slowly spits out from the center of the whirlpool, the outline of the ship was so small at first that Conan Scott even thought it was his own dazzle, but when the flag became bigger and bigger, and the shadow of the big ship became clearer and clearer, he was horrified to realize that it was not his own eyes!

This...... It turned out to be a ship capable of navigating the air?

Conan Scott only felt as if he had been hit in the head, completely stunned, and his understanding of the world seemed to be shattered.

The world does have artifacts that can fly in the air, but they definitely don't include ships!

While Conan Scott was thinking, something on the ship woke him up completely.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head in the middle of winter, and a cold air poured up from head to toe, almost freezing his blood completely!

On that ship, fluttering was a pirate flag with a skull painted on it!

Pirate! Enemy attack!

Terrible screams resounded throughout the sky, the alarm sounded in a hurry, and one by one the pampered soldiers hurriedly sorted out their clothes and weapons, walked out of the barracks like headless flies, and then were taken out of the barracks in a mess by the frightened non-commissioned officers with pale faces.

At the same time, several black dots suddenly fell on the pirate ship high in the sky.

Thundered!

It's like a meteorite falling! The air vibrated violently in the friction.

Immediately after, in the eyes of everyone who were nervously watching, the black dots slammed down on the bridge deck!

Boom Boom!

A violent wave of air swept away, like a tsunami-like shock wave, and the terrible wind engulfed the fine stones and scattered them like bullets......