After three standard hours, the rumbling sand cart suddenly stopped, and Brant felt for a moment that silence was the most beautiful moment in the universe.

Master Arthur sent a message to Brant to wait here, but when he got out of the car and looked around, he found that there was no sand and nothing around, and he didn't know what the mysterious messenger was doing.

At this time, the sun was in the sky, and the yellow clouds shrouded in the sky revealed a big gap, making the transpiring atmosphere even hotter and hotter, and Brant knew that this place was quite a distance away from the new Beijing, and in the yellow sand everywhere, even the common camel thorns in the Gobi on the outskirts of the city could not find a cluster, and he walked around the sand car irritably, and the sun-protective clothing he was wearing was already hot and began to get hot.

"What the hell are we waiting for here?" Brant shouted at the sky, as if Master Arthur were hiding in the closing clouds.

There was a flash of rapid light in the desert ahead of nothing, and the prosthetic eye in his eye was activated in an instant, releasing a faint blue beam of light, like a tangible substance that blocked the deadly depleted uranium bullet that was fired at Brandt's head.

The gunshot rang out at this moment, and Brant stared in horror at the terrifying object that should have taken away all his life in the distance in front of him, but the bullet still spun rapidly in the force field shield emitted by the prosthetic eye, and finally fell silent in his gradually thickened breathing.

"Raise your hand and tell them you're not a threat." Master Arthur alerted the frightened Brant, who nervously raised his hands and shouted ahead.

"Don't shoot! Captain! Don't shoot! Your own people, your own people! ”

The force field dissipated, and the bullet fell silently at his feet, but there was still no movement in front of him. Brandt raised his hand but did not dare to let go at all, his whole body trembled with fear, and his face turned pale in the scorching sun.

The light and shadow in the air in front of him seemed to be folding and shaking, and when Brant, who thought that he had just saved his life, had some glitch due to excessive fright, a guy with a lizard head suddenly appeared beside him, holding a spear in both hands, the muzzle of the gun pointed down, and the armor of his whole body was still glittering. The alien warrior, who was a head taller than Brant, craned his neck, but he was carefully examining the new prosthetic eyes of the boatmen who had come ashore.

"A rich man in a poor place, this thing in your eyes is really good, do you sell it? Make a price? The eyeballs on his elongated face bulged out towards Brandt, and it looked quite intimidating.

Since he was a child, he has followed his master to take on various jobs around the area of influence of the Silver Alliance, and although Brant has never officially dealt with him, he can also identify the other party as the Augurs of Lucatea in the Igir system. Physically strong, swift, exceptionally agile, selfish, stingy, and extremely stoic and cunning, judging by his high-tech armor, he should be a hired mercenary.

"What did you just say about your own people? What does that mean? Seeing that Brant was too frightened to speak, the Augues had to retract their necks and ask him.

"I want to see your command of the operation this time." Brandt read the hint in his eyes, and the damned puppeteer wouldn't explain the details to him, so he had to follow his script, but fortunately he was alive and didn't turn into a puff of smoke, and hopefully it would last until the end.

Perhaps it was the trick of the prosthetic eye shield that had just convinced the other party, and the ancient man finally stroked the headset and spoke after glaring at Brandt for a long time, and a few seconds later he raised his gun and pointed it at the boatmen.

"The car stayed, hands up, and walked there." He crooked his neck and pointed with his long mouth, pulling a few steps away from Brant as he strode and trailed him.

There was nothing but sand ahead, and as far as the eye could see. Considering that he might have to go a long way, Brant raised his hand and cautiously discussed with the other party if he could take a car.

"Shut up, you're good to go." The Augurs told him impatiently.

As the saying goes, it is the uncle who gives the money, and it is the uncle and his father who hold the gun, and Brant saw that the muzzle of the black hole was still pointing at him, so he dared to make another move, so he had to follow the instructions of the other party and move forward in the sand one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After about half a standard of walking, the weather became hotter and hotter, the sand dunes in front of him were undulating, and Brant stuck out his tongue like a dog, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he could no longer take a step, only feeling that his strength had been evaporated by this damn heatwave.

But just when he thought in his heart that the ancient man behind him was trying to 'walk' him to death in this way that was no different from torture, the scene in front of his eyes suddenly changed, and then the coolness of his whole body and the scorching heat disappeared, as if he had stepped from hell to heaven.

Brant subconsciously took a step back, and the hot air immediately surrounded him, and he looked strangely at the floating figure that was still throbbing slightly in front of him, and finally understood that where he was standing was the edge of a giant dome-like force field that could refract light and shadow.

When Brant stepped into the apparently temperature-regulating field again, he couldn't believe his eyes.

A huge spaceship was moored not far in front of him, and under the black capsule, a group of soldiers dressed similarly to the ancients were rushing out of it. Various vehicles are unloading supplies outside the ship, and in the unloading area not far from the ship, metal equipment boxes are piled up as high as a hill. In front of him, several apparently Amalthean fishskin soldiers were erecting flagpole-like antennas, a muscular fishskin man with strange patterns carved on his shoulder armor was lecturing his men, and these outrageously strong alien creatures were honestly trained, they lined up in a neat line, maintaining a unified posture, all of them majestic, like battle-hardened generals.

There was a lot of noise around, but he couldn't hear the slightest sound outside, Brant was dumbfounded at this time, and his heart finally saw all the strange things in his life today, but as soon as he stopped, the Augu people behind him poked him forward with a gun.

The many soldiers in the force field were obviously doing their own duties, and showed a hint of interest in the absence of Brant who was escorted by the Augurs, and the two walked to the side of the ship in the center to the unloading area, where an alien with reddish-brown hair greeted them.