Garbo let the jumping insects that had taken the lead pass and slowly stuck to the mountain wall with the protection of the wind and snow, and pasted towards the scorpion walking on the far left side of the queue.

"It seems that the storm here has not had a small impact on their spiritual power!"

At that time, when Garbo's people found this magical place, most of them did not feel any discomfort during the migration, except for the storm that made it difficult to move forward, but the Great Elder and Sasha fell seriously ill.

It was only later that they discovered that there was not only ionic turbulence but also mental turbulence in the storm here.

It's just that for ordinary people who have weak mental strength and can't communicate with the outside world, these turbulences have basically no effect, and at most they will see a little hallucination when they pass through.

But people with strong mental power will be affected a lot, especially a child like Sasha who is born with extremely strong mental power.

Since passing through this storm, Sasha has fallen into a problem, inexplicably languishing every day, and this trend is becoming more and more obvious.

The scorpions in the swarm are natural masters of spiritual power, and their numbers have always been scarce, indicating that even among the swarms of alien creatures, this kind of monster is not highly productive.

In the current environment, the scorpions' mental power cannot be released at all, so they use jumping insects to test whether there is danger ahead, but they follow the second echelon.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, once they leave the storm, these scorpions' powerful spiritual detection ability can clearly distinguish every creature within a range of five hundred meters, and at that time, there will be no more opportunities at all.

Before doing anything, Garbo will plan carefully and repeatedly, try to think of everything that can be thought of, and then do it.

Because he doesn't believe in luck, and he can't believe in luck.

But in today's situation, not to mention whether there is time for him to plan, when the enemy is so strong, absolute strength can destroy any plan that can be called exquisite.

When Garbo slowly approached the scorpion column, at least a hundred plans had flashed through his mind, but none of them could make him deduce that he could live for more than a minute.

Now he could see it almost clearly, those scorpions were followed by dense barbas and spitters--- xenomorphs that could shoot out long needles of liquefied bone, their saliva was hard when it met the wind, and they sealed their throats with blood.

and the hill-like beetle legion.

Those scorpions are already getting closer and closer, and they can pass by at a distance of about fifty or sixty meters.

"Mom said that my father died in front of us after exhausting all three prayers in his life to protect his people...

The elders say that the fortunate children of each generation must not hope for anything, for this expectation will surely come true, and the end will surely return to disillusionment.

So, I never prayed, nor did I ever dream ...

The only thing I wish for is that no one will leave me, like my father.

If that's a wish, even if it consumes a third of my life force, it's still worth it.

Today, I will lift this bondage, and if we are truly your heirs, how would you watch us die in front of you.

If I still fail, then prove it with my life.

In this world, there are no bullshit gods at all, and the protection of our people for hundreds of years is just a joke. ”

Garbo, with gray hair, is exposing the back of her left hand in the wind and snow.

The boy pinched the thorn in his right hand and aimed it at a lily birthmark on the back of his left hand.

"If you really work, let alone a third, even if you consume my life, so what!"

The thorn picked open a petal on the lily's birthmark, and bright red blood flowed down the mark and onto the back of the gray-haired boy's hand.

While the boy was praying as he looked at the blood that was dripping away, the smell of blood drifted into the sensory organs of the scorpion closest to him.

The spirit detection cannot be opened, and it does not affect the organ perception of these scorpions in the slightest, especially the sense of smell that has been strengthened hundreds of times ago, almost like a filter in the air, and it is difficult for any clue to escape the nostrils of these cold-blooded animals.

"Hiss~~~~~~~~"

The boy heard a roar and looked up.

At a distance of less than fifty meters, the scorpion he had wanted to approach was staring closely in his direction, gesticulating.

From behind the scorpion, hundreds of jumping insects poured out at once, rushing towards him, followed by all kinds of insects belonging to different combat units.

"Shit, lucky boy, I knew it was a bullshit!!!"

Reputting the glove on his left hand, Garbo, who had been exposed, put the spur in his right hand on the double-barreled rifle, and the boy looked intently at the swarming insects that were colliding with each other.

The scorpions had all retreated into the snowstorm, and in front of Garbo's eyes, there was only a dense and overwhelming swarm of insects that were constantly approaching.