"Those monsters have already attracted most of the firepower of the Governor's soldiers, what are we waiting for?"

In the dense forest not far away, three men in gray and white robes stood on the branches of trees, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

All around them, there was a breeze that obscured their vision, making it difficult to observe them from a distance, even Gu Hang's spiritual vision didn't notice that there were still people standing here.

These three are the apostles of the original Raging Cult.

The leader, who is unusually tall, stands on a branch rather out of place. But if you look closely, you can see that he is not simply standing, he is just the tip of one foot on the branch. A whitish wheal, at his feet, lifted his body.

More like floating.

Few people know his real name. But his code name in the sect is like thunder.

He is one of the twelve executive oracles, the Howling Wind Oracle.

Although they don't care about the specific practice, they have a strong combat power.

Within the Primordial Fury Cult, the twelve Executing Divine Envoys have all been truly blessed by the Primordial Fury and are able to use the powerful Storm Divine Technique. Within the entire sect, they are second only to the four high priests.

Only at this moment, the Howling Wind Divine Envoy was a little hesitant.

Hearing the entourage priest behind him, he responded, "It's not a good time to get a chance, the impact of this abscess monster is much smaller than we expected. The guards beside the governor were not in any confusion at all. ”

The priest who spoke in front of him spoke again: "But...... Divine Envoy, are we going to give up this opportunity? ”

This question silenced the Howling Wind Envoy.

The man waited for a moment, and couldn't help but speak again: "This is a task personally given by High Priest Trikao, and it is related to God's great cause in Revival City. ”

The Howling Wind Envoy still didn't speak.

A third person next to him spoke: "Don't interfere with the oracle's thinking. ”

The former's face froze, and he added: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question anything, I'm just a little anxious." The controller I got from the School of Life was already overloaded. Maintaining quantity control at this scale can last less than ten minutes at most......"

"Quiet." The third priest interrupted him again, "You don't need to say more, we all know it, let the gods make a decision." ”

The man finally shut his mouth.

A few minutes later, the tallest Wind Messenger standing at the front finally sighed.

"Let's go, today is the time for us to die for the storm."

The latter two listened to it with a pang in their hearts.

Listen to what God means to make your lords...... Devoted? Is it very likely that there will be no return?

To this extent?

But it's too late to make them think about it now.

The Howling Wind Messenger was the first to leap down the branch. The wind, which had been holding him floating on the branches, became more violent in an instant, mimicking the appearance of a storm eagle, letting out a clear cry, and soaring forward with the oracle on his back.

The other two priests hurried to catch up, and they also called out the Storm Hawk and flew straight to catch up.

The three of them, forming a zigzag, galloped towards the human soldier position not far away.

Not long after they began their operation, the Governor's soldiers had already spotted their tracks.

It's hard not to find that there are three storm eagles, one big and two small, with a person on them, which is too conspicuous.

Immediately, bullets covered the three of them.

However, it doesn't work much.

Moving targets, objects flying at high speeds, it is not so easy to hit. The training package provided by the system is to make all soldiers qualified soldiers within a few days, but this does not mean that every qualified soldier is a sharpshooter. Most people can't guarantee accuracy when hitting objects that are not close and flying at high speeds.

Even if it is machine gun fire, chasing and fighting, the effect is very poor.

Of course, under the random flight of bullets, the number of them has come up, and they can always be encountered.

But the attack of those abscess monsters on the ground is still fierce, and most of the firepower still needs to be used to suppress these enemies, and there are still a few who can turn their guns to hit the three unknown things flying in the sky.

There are not many in the first place, and the accuracy is worrying, so there are even fewer that can really hit.

However, the specially trained accurate marksmen in the unit, as well as the soldiers of the Marine Corps, can ensure a certain hit rate. But soldiers with this ability are still too rare.

Moreover, even if a stray bullet or an accurate shooter's bullet hits, it is of little use.

Even Wohan, who was given the Storm Magic just because he had paid enough money, was able to use the Wind Shield to block the concentrated firing of several electromagnetic rifles for a few seconds, not to mention an oracle and two official clerics.

Beneath the wings of the Storm Eagle, the force of the wind surrounded the three of them, and the few bullets that hit hit them did not affect them at all, and the bullets were all bounced off.

The Howling Wind Envoy and the two priests rode the Storm Eagle to the position of the Governor's troops.

They began to circle.

Then, the wind picked up.

A white storm loomed below.

Wind, according to reason, has no color, just the movement of air. But the gale that came out of their hands carried a white mist.

The fog that came with the wind was not cold or wet, but had the taste of a knife.

The slight pain that the wind blew on his face was not mentioned, and many soldiers were even blown to the ground under the strong wind.

Then, as the wind blew up, the fog became thicker and thicker, and in a matter of minutes, it had already become a barrier to vision.

The direct casualties are not large for the time being. Many people have been cut into small wounds on their bodies by the wind containing extraordinary energy, but these wounds are certainly far from fatal.

If these three cult priests and divine envoys compressed the scope of the storm to a relatively small range, then these small wounds could really kill people, just like Ling Chi.

But not right now.

Compared to just killing a small number of big-headed soldiers, the storm magic they unleashed was more about interfering with the human soldiers below to continue fighting, so that those abscess monsters on the periphery could break through their defenses.

It's more efficient that way.

And the storm magic that the three of them circled above the position and cast did indeed affect the fire output of the soldiers.

It hurts even more when the wind blows on exposed skin such as the face...... These factors made it impossible for the soldiers to shoot well.

The white fog that drifted with the wind also affected visibility.

When the soldiers' firepower is greatly reduced, a large number of monsters break through and get closer!