Chapter 310: Sandstorm

Vladimir took the telescope from the young man named Ivan and looked in a direction far away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There's a huge sandstorm going on.

Rolling sand lined up at the end of the sky.

Vladimir Volvida cursed and spat at the overwhelming wall of sand.

It was the first time he had seen a sandstorm in the City of a Thousand Peaks, and what was even more incomprehensible was that he clearly remembered that there was a snowfall half a month ago, how could such a big sandstorm be set off?

Is this a joke on me?

This is what Vladimir really thinks.

His face changed several times, and he turned around to leave, but the young man Ivan stopped him.

If he had seen this spectacle on TV or in the movies, he would have seen it twice, but now, it's a precursor to disaster.

Monsters, man-made disasters, natural disasters.

Vladimir really misses the good life before the end of the world, at least when he didn't have to work hard to live for the word life itself.

Therefore, Vladimir was still very anxious, and when Ivan pulled him, he frowned, this young man is good at everything, but sometimes he talks a lot and has a lot of things, and he can't tell the situation clearly.

Like now.

Vladimir turned his head to look at the young man, and a look of displeasure appeared on his bearded face.

But Ivan, a young former journalist, did not look at him at all, he just stared into slightly frightened eyes and stretched out his hand to point in a certain direction.

Somewhere in the sandstorm.

Vladimir frowned and followed the other's gaze.

At first glance, he was like a reprimand.

But at the second glance, his face changed.

What the hell is on that side?!

Vladimir turned his body completely, and through the telescope in his hand, he once again looked in the direction of the young man's finger beside him.

He saw a black figure in the sandstorm in that direction.

That wasn't the point, because a dark shadow like that wasn't enough to attract his attention.

Vladimir has never seen any mutants, and he is not so shocked that he is a guy who can fly.

What really shook him was what the guy pulled up.

A death worm with a length of several hundred meters was pulled out of the sandstorm by the monster, and in the overwhelming dust storm, Vladimir could clearly see through the telescope that the dark figure carried a huge black line and rushed out little by little, and the death worm was dragged out of the sand sea below, setting off a more terrifying huge killing wave.

But the thing seemed to be still alive, in mid-air, in the process of being pulled out of the frantic struggle and twist, and finally at a certain moment, the power of this behemoth overwhelmed the black mutant that was pulling it in mid-air, and in the crazy twisting, pulling the flying mutant smashed into the sea of sand, and even got out of the range of the storm.

Vladimir Vovida gasped, but all he breathed in was sand.

And in the earth-shattering loud noise, the behemoth and the black figure smashed directly into the sea of sand, setting off dust waves dozens of meters high.

But in the next moment, the dark flying mutant soared into the sky like lightning, instantly pulling over the raised sand and dust into the sky.

However, before it could continue to rise, in the other layer of the sea of sand, in the midst of a dark sandstorm, a second monster of even greater size burst out, which was even as long as a whole train.

With a bloody mouth and a ring of teeth facing in Vladimir's direction, he could even see deep into the monster's black hole-like throat - if that place of the thing was called a throat, of course.

The monster rushed out of the sandstorm with the wild sand in the sky, like a fish jumping out of the sea, and in an instant, a huge shadow enveloped the black extreme mutant, and in one bite, the guy was eaten alive in his mouth.

And the next moment, this behemoth smashed directly into the sea of sand below, surging with another huge death worm, and gradually disappeared into the roaring huge sandstorm.

Vladimir was stunned for three seconds before he came to his senses.

His face was gloomy as if it was about to drip water, and his face was repeated several times in an instant, and the last roar rushed to his shelter without looking back.

Ivan was also shocked, he didn't have a telescope, and he might not be able to observe the scene just now clearly and carefully, but he could see the whole process in a distant view.

At that moment, what he thought was, this thing, caught up with the blockbuster, right?

However, the sandstorm is approaching, and there is no time to shock anyone, not to mention, there are two absolutely rare death bugs in the sandstorm, if they attack the current city of a thousand tops, it will definitely be the end of all human survivors.

Vladimir rushed all the way back to the underground shelter, called everyone, and strengthened the simple upper door before the sandstorm, camouflaging his position layer by layer, and re-re-reinforcing it at the bottom, building all the fire weapons on the front.

If the monster - the Death Worm - came through the wall from underground, they only had a chance to show up the moment, and if they couldn't kill the other, the monster could swallow the little survivor shelter with just one bite.

And to be swallowed is to die.

After doing everything they could, they were left to wait.

Waiting, the sandstorm raged wildly in the world above them, and the sound of whistling shook the heavens and the earth.

And they waited.

Vladimir held the girl in his arms, and in the other hand he held an AK47, and there were people in the room who prayed in low voices, some praying to the Lord and some other praying to the Holy Judgment of the new church.

Vladimir didn't believe in anything, and he felt that if God really existed, his relatives would not be eaten by the death worm.

The next morning, Vladimir woke up from his slumber, he couldn't remember when he fell asleep, he had planned to stay awake all night, but perhaps he was too tired, and finally fell asleep.

He rubbed his eyes, laid the little girl who was still squinting and sleeping soundly in his arms on the chair beside him, and then stood up—it took him a lot of effort, and the girl had grown two pounds in the past two days.

Then the Russian strong man, a retired soldier, realized that the sound of the sound outside was gone, and the world was once again immersed in silence.

Vladimir somehow remembered the movie - the dawn was silent here.

He turned his head to look at the people in the room, and there were still people awake, such as his old friend Kivilov, who even winked at him when he saw Vladimir's gaze sweeping over.

Then our former military gentleman noticed that the guy's hand had reached into the guy's good clothes at some point.

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(To be continued.) )