The chariot kicked up dust and turned around on the dune ridge, and the monster above began to turn and look at his weapon rack like a butcher hesitating which sharp knife to use to disembowel. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Stung by the monster's careless glance, Magellan furiously braced himself with his remaining left hand to stand up, but it was a useless struggle.

The monster finally settled on the scythe for harvesting, an exaggeratedly long iron spear with an insect-like tip and hideous black serrations.

When it was placed on the weapon rack, the weapons next to it obscured its strangeness and danger, and when the monster stretched it out of the chariot and pointed it at Magellan on the ground, the black spear was suffocatingly cold.

Magellan gave up his futile attempt to stand up, and his remaining left hand reached to his right and touched a severed arm. He opened his mouth wide to show his fangs, snapped his fingers, and pulled the Kraken sword from the middle.

Then the tank began to charge.

Spears and swords staggered.

Half of the black spear tip landed on the dune, quietly burrowing into the dust.

The tank stops, turns.

The monster glanced sideways at Magellan with a smile that did not belong to a human being. It removed the next deadly weapon from the weapon rack and stared at the sword.

Magellan's internal organs were flowing with blood, and the green grass was growing, flowering, bearing fruit, withering at a rate visible to the naked eye, licking his wounds, infinitely magnifying the pain and making it worse.

But when the chariot rushed over, Magellan raised his left hand.

The second collision, a blade disappears beneath the dunes.

The monster smiled, its mouth was a crack in the black carapace, and inside was pitch black unknown, and a burst of mist floated out of it, which instantly dissipated in the cold night sky of the desert.

Tall enough to be called a monster, sand and dust kicked up from under the hooves, leaving deep ruts behind the wagons of war, and falling flowers scattered.

The third time, two sharp blades pierced the sand.

Most of Magellan's shattered body is recovering.

It was counterintuitive, but he wasn't surprised.

The monster stepped out of the chariot.

It laughed and killed the camel, picked up the last weapon in a pool of blood, and waited for the attack it had been waiting for.

Magellan took a step forward, raised his sword and slashed vertically, the sound of the tide echoing in the night sky, and then abruptly stopped.

The monster is armed with a strange pair of short blades, blocking the longsword.

Magellan smiled, retrieving most of his body to pieces made him feel like he had taken everything back, and he even dared to swing his sword at a god.

So the two black figures collided again.

They kicked the dunes and swung their weapons at each other, making wounds in their black carapaces and sending out dark red blood flowers.

It's a frenzied pas de deux, except that the person who steps the wrong step gets more than just a partner's complaints.

Magellan laughed wildly and swung his sword, and the blade of the tide sliced into the dunes, kicking up the dust, and without a trace of resistance, he failed to take the monster's life as he had hoped.

The monster is his shadow, and together they dance wildly towards the mirror image, waiting for the mad god Seth to make a choice.

Then the man who had never prayed to Seth saw Sandstorm's smile.

Magellan plunged his sword down the other man's throat the moment the monster's blade touched his heart.

The monster opened its mouth wide and laughed wildly, and its shattered throat could only make the sound of liquid gushing.

Magellan's heart was shattered.

He felt this clearly and clearly.

The world regained color, and the silent black monsters on the dunes let out a frenzied cry.

The Black Sandstorm has descended.

It was a silent darkness that fell from the sky, and the sand and dust were pouring in, but silently.

Magellan watched as he was shrouded in dust, and a tall, dark god leaned down at him, a pair of cold eyes staring at him.

The heartbeat is back.

It was the sound of war drums that resounded through the four fields, agitating blood.

Magellan raised his hand, trying to grab the god, but only the dust.

The sandstorm dispersed.

It's dawn.

The black monster got out of the way, revealing a pitch-black hole behind the dune.

It was a buried temple, and the god was whispering to the victorious warrior, summoning him to collect his reward.

Magellan walked across the sand dunes and laughed mockingly at the monsters standing silently on either side.

He stepped into the darkness without hesitation.

The temple of Sandstorm is wide and simple, and in the center of the temple, tall statues of gods stand in a regular manner.

Magellan was suppressed by the self-control of the mad god until his eyes adjusted to the darkness and saw the posture of the idol.

It was a hippopotamus munching on a giant serpent, and despite having a standard warrior body, the head was incredibly ugly.

"So, you did kill the World Eater......"

Magellan muttered to himself to the idol, his heart uncontrollably welling up with frustration, the black carapace shattering.

"That's certainly true. ”

A voice came from the head of the idol.

"You have Thoth's left hand, where?"

"Thou hast sought wisdom from the storm...... Very smart. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't want to trouble you. ”

Magellan swung his sword at the idol and reached into his arms with his left hand to ignite the "sun".

"Didn't anyone tell you to fear the gods?"

The wind was blowing in the temple.

Magellan's black carapace turned into dust and fell, revealing a terrifying wound.

"Why would a man who survived by the gods think he can defeat the gods......"

Blood gushed out, taking Magellan's power with it, falling into the dust and disappearing.

"So I despise Thoth, his so-called wisdom doesn't exist. ”

"There is no difference between you and him. ”

Magellan knelt on the ground, supported by his sword, and did not fall headlong to the ground, but despite this, he had no strength to stand up.

"People will always be afraid of sandstorms, and those who can't will soon disappear. ”

"Then you'll make me disappear. ”

Magellan gave up, lying on the ground with his hands and feet outstretched, letting the blood flow, but still taunting the tyrant of the desert in a weak voice.

"You've learned to be afraid of sandstorms. ”

"I didn't. ”

The temple fell silent.

There was a long silence, Magellan's weak gasps echoing through the empty space.

Then the wind roar suddenly erupted.

A sandstorm suddenly descended and filled the temple.

Magellan held up the oil lamp, but could not open his eyes, his wounds were still bleeding, the sand and dust made the pain there very strange, and his arms were almost unconscious.

The god's voice was indistinct in the sandstorm, but the power of the contempt for mortals in it had not diminished, it had become even stronger.

Magellan put down the oil lamp, and with all his strength, raised his sword.