【The sixth night of the ninth month of the tenth year of the Showa Dynasty in the dream】

Silver Dust opened his eyes on a piece of Gobi and stared blankly at the dark sky.

The sky was so strange that it made the magician feel a little creepy, and the stars in the sky seemed to be a good weather with sparse moonstars, but above the zenith, a star the size of a yohama ball emitted a miserable white light, illuminating the entire Gobi.

The star was like the sun, and the bright light forced Silver Dust to squint, but he couldn't imagine what the sun meant in the middle of the night.

"Where is this? Isn't there an atmosphere here? So how did I survive? The mage is not Bumpman, he can live without oxygen. Yinchen stood up, moved his hands and feet, didn't feel any injuries or poisons, everything was fine on his body, but-

Except for a white robe that had never been worn on the Wind Source Continent, there was nothing left on him at all.

All the pendants, ornaments, bracelets, including his pair of silver hands, were all gone, and Silver Dust looked down at his primary-colored, flesh-and-blood hands, looking at the warm skin that was almost as eternal as his own, and his pupils trembled.

"What's going on?" Yinchen closed his eyes, and clearly sensed that he had lost contact with the heavens, he hurriedly recited a spell, trying to open the civilization terminal, however, he tossed in the hot sun for a long time, and he didn't even send out a trace of magic fluctuations!

He looked inward at his body, he couldn't see the mechanical maze in the sea of consciousness, he couldn't see the whirlpool of mysterious power from the dantian, his body almost completely turned into the body of an ordinary person, blood and bones, warm and fragile.

"I lost ...... ...... mana?" Silver Dust said softly to himself, and he heard his own cry very clearly. Having lost contact with his lover, losing his connection with civilization, and now losing his connection with magic, could it be that he really became an ordinary person overnight?

"Ordinary people?!" Silver Dust looked up at the sky, staring at the pale sun in the sky, and only then did he feel the terrifying heat emanating from the sun, and at this moment, he felt the high temperature rolling on this Gobi.

He lowered his head and looked around blankly, and on the hot white Gobi, a huge red scorpion taller than an adult strong man, at least as long as a bus, was paraded around with great triumph, and one of them, as if he had spotted him, rushed towards him with a slow speed that scorpions did not possess.

Before coming face to face with the scorpion, Silver Dust roughly estimated that he had at least a dozen seconds to run.

He sighed, and looked down at his own mud-stained robe, which was mostly plain white but showed its beauty in subtle details.

He'd seen the robe.

This white robe was the same Isholken sacrificial robe that his father had received during his internship in Gabroyle's Papal Hall.

It is a robe that is quite religious even in Gabroyle, and it represents not "spelling" but "magic resistance", or guardianship.

It's a robe that only enchantment and concealment specialists like to wear.

The sound of the huge scorpion running over was like a truck coming at full speed, and Silver Dust felt that if he was hit, he would be able to easily explain it without any additional attacks or additional toxins from the scorpion.

He glanced up at the scorpion, then ran without hesitation. His speed surprised him a little, because it was not the speed of an ordinary person, but the speed of a magician who had been cultivated by buff magic and medicine for many years. His speed was no different from that of an apprentice mage who had been inflicted the lowest level of wind acceleration magic.

At such a speed, it is not too easy to escape the pursuit of the rotten scorpion, which is running at full speed, and may not even be able to soar as an amateur sprinter.

It's a pity that he just ran less than a hundred meters before he stopped.

"I can't get by!" he looked around, on the open Gobi Desert, three or five huge red scorpions gathered in each direction, like a circle of medium-sized trucks surrounding him, and there was not even a gap between the two scorpions to accommodate a dog to pass through.

The giant scorpion behind him seemed to slow down, and the entire encirclement took on an astonishing circle, slowly, and in a step-by-step manner, Yinchen was like a fugitive surrounded by the police at this time, what else could he do except raise his hands and wait for his final destination.

And his mood at this time showed a kind of lonely calm.

"That's fine, although the death is a bit more tragic, but it's much better than being an ordinary person and surviving in a world full of Gangfeng warriors, isn't it? ”

The white-robed boy smiled miserably, turned around, and walked towards the giant red scorpion that had been chasing him at first. The white robe, like the word "Isholken", represents piety, perseverance, and the spirit of sacrificing one's life for the sake of one's faith.

This is the magician, this is the reader among the readers, the moment the mana is exhausted, the body dies without complaint.

"Come on, I'm still yours in the end, I'm not running. He walked slowly towards the giant red scorpion, and the huge scorpion seemed to understand his words, and quickened his pace slightly, and came out of the crowd, and the gradually shrinking encirclement also stopped.

As if some kind of ritual, except for the huge scorpion that stepped forward quickly, the other scorpions all straightened up their tail hooks, as if many foundations stood on antennas, and their two giant pincers were deeply inserted into the Gobi, and the white bare rock, which was originally very hard, was broken like tissue paper in front of the pair of pincers.

Silver Dust came to the scorpion, standing solemn and fearless, like a generous martyr, without the slightest fear of death, the scorpion stretched out its large pincers, and then clamped his robe very carefully, very carefully.

Silver Dust was in a daze, he thought he was going to be cut into two pieces with a pair of pliers.

He was picked up and carefully placed on the scorpion's back, and when his ass touched the red, hard shell that looked like some kind of high-strength plastic, Silver Dust felt that something was wrong, even if he thought about it on his toes.

"Doesn't this scorpion eat people?" he was thinking, when a fierce ghost song and cry erupted in the desert.

The sound was like the roar of a troll in the depths of Hell, and it even sounded like Silver Dust before Thor threw his punch. Before he could react, the sky and the earth turned gray.

For the first time, he discovered that this Gobi is actually colored, and the sky here is also colored!

It's just that the sky in this strange place is a dirty color of gray with yellow in it.

When the world turned to a bronze color, Silver Dust keenly felt the "mount" under his ass trembling violently and lying on the ground, and at the same time, a large amount of quicksand quickly appeared around him, as if the sand was poured directly from another world, and suddenly, the Gobi was filled into a desert.

Silver Dust was stunned, he saw that directly in front of his field of vision, a yellow cloud was gathering with a roar, and below the cloud, a dozen almost golden tornadoes roared and hammered the ground, and all living beings on the ground were torn to shreds.

The power of the tornado was like a thermobaric bomb that kept falling.