Chapter 129: Collision Course

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Chapter 129: Collision Course In the sky, a massive sandstorm vortex carrying terrifying devouring power shot forth, as if it could tear the heavens apart! Before this terrible attack stood a human figure with flame wings behind him radiating pure terror. Suddenly extending forward, they formed a burning, scorching barrier. Blazing light and heat erupted like a sun bathed in fire! The collision was about to happen! The One-Eyed Sand Giant, reduced to just a head, laughed like a madman. He knew better than anyone the terror of this finishing strike. Though he didn’t know what that suddenly appearing fellow was, daring to actively block it would only result in being ground to dust! The terrible sandstorm vortex crashed into the scorching barrier. In an instant: "BOOM!!!" The explosion shook the heavens, terrifying shockwaves rolled, and nearby monsters were actually melted alive by this heat wave!!! Massive amounts of vapor filled the air, shrouding the sky so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face... After a long while, the vapor in the sky finally cleared. "!!!" The One-Eyed Sand Giant’s eye went wide as a dinner plate. A pair of crimson flame wings appeared—the masked person inside was completely untouched! Suddenly, the crimson flame wings stretched out violently, terrifying flames erupted. A shroud of deadly terror covered everything. The One-Eyed Sand Giant, reduced to just a head, desperately tried to roll away to save its hide. But it was too late! "Boom!" With this explosion, Carlos heard in his mind: [Killed dark mist node boss One-Eyed Sand Giant, Spiritual Essence +6000, Fantasy Equipment +1] "Excellent, doubled power!" Carlos was tickled pink with the power of the combination spirit technique Flame Wings. The fusion of wind and fire—1+1 produced effects far greater than two. "Psionic energy consumption also doubled." Sensing the little psionic energy remaining in his body, Carlos thought he’d need to keep a tight rein on energy consumption in the future. The thoughts about Flame Wings flashed by. Carlos checked his spiritual essence: 7935/15000 The boss One-Eyed Sand Giant had provided a whopping 6000 spiritual essence—so abundant it directly pushed his progress past the halfway mark. Below, nearly ten thousand monsters had gone completely off their rockers due to their leader’s death, frantically attacking everything around them. Perfect for the Shield Guards to freely harvest. [Spiritual Essence +1.8] [Spiritual Essence +1.9] [...] "Hmm?" Suddenly, in the salt pit where the One-Eyed Sand Giant’s head had bit the dust, something was glowing. Carlos flew down. It was the One-Eyed Sand Giant’s pure white large eyeball, which hadn’t been melted by the flames. In the salt pit, it was like a huge pure white gem with orange-yellow pupils that had a magnificent beauty. "Good stuff, maybe it can boost Purple Vortex’s completion by +1." Carlos pocketed it, planning to use it as a little gift for Purple Vortex. "Right, those three Psionics." Carlos suddenly remembered there were three Psionics who had been bamboozled by this eyeball earlier. Focused on the battle with the One-Eyed Sand Giant, Carlos had nearly forgotten about them. "Go find them!" As soon as he gave the order, four Redrose Shield Guards responded. "Hmm?" Carlos flew over. In the middle of the four Redrose Shield Guards’ positions lay three people, out cold. Their equipment was tattered and charred black, their auras weak. Looking at the surrounding traces, these three had obviously been dragged over and protected by the Shield Guards. "Good, all three are still breathing." As fellow humans, Carlos always lent a hand when he could. He took out several inferior recovery potions (spoils from the traitor camp) and threw them to the Shield Guards. "Give them these to drink." Gulp! Gulp! The three Psionics slowly came to, a familiar red-patterned skull face coming into view. "Skeleton... fella!" "F... fella!" "Fellas! Good skeletons!" The three immediately realized they’d been saved by the skeleton fellas again. Three pairs of eyes went misty as grateful tears flowed like rivers. Instinctively reaching out, they wanted to grasp the skeleton fellas’ large hands. But the Shield Guards without hesitation lifted the three and dragged them toward their master. "Fellas, no need to trouble yourselves, we can walk on our own two feet!" The three mistakenly thought the Shield Guards wanted to relocate them, feeling deeply touched. Then... "Thud!" x3 The Shield Guards unceremoniously dumped them on the ground. The three realized something was fishy and looked up, nearly jumping out of their skins from fear. A masked person quietly floated in mid-air. The pair of crimson wings behind him triggered their terrifying near-death memories! "You... you..." They shook like leaves. Recalling that terrifying confrontation where just the aftershocks had nearly done them in. Now the masked person appeared here without a scratch—the result was plain as day. They were flabbergasted. That extremely terrifying giant had been wiped out by this lord! "Don’t be nervous. May I ask you a few questions?" Carlos’s voice was gentle but carried a tone you didn’t argue with. The three Psionics quickly nodded: "Of course! Of course!" How could they refuse! The three were sharp enough to know better. "Why did you come here to hunt sand giants?" Carlos was genuinely curious about this. Though they didn’t know why this terrifyingly powerful lord would ask such a run-of-the-mill question, the three honestly answered: "Sir, we’re from Black Flame City. The Byss family of Black Flame City issued a mission to collect special salt sand." After hearing this, Carlos got lost in thought... After a moment: "You may go." Carlos’s wings flapped and he vanished. He needed to find a place nearby to rest and catch his breath. "Go..." The three looked around at the monsters surrounding them thick as thieves, exchanging worried glances. ... Rock Sand City, in a hidden underground chamber. Under dim lamplight, two figures sat across from each other at a stone table. "Salimo, this bishop wants answers!" Black Poison Faction Bishop Haswith looked fit to be tied, staring daggers at the old man before him. "Answers? What answers?" Salimo’s expression was peculiar as his aged brain worked overtime. Could his plan to eliminate the Black Poison Faction have been found out? Impossible—the thought was only in his head, never breathed to a soul. "Answers what? Answers what?" The wolf-head parrot echoed its master’s confusion. Bishop Haswith snorted coldly, his voice ice-cold: "The camp deep in the Desolate Desert has been wiped off the map! Out of hundreds of people, not a single soul survived!" "What!" Salimo was knocked for a loop. The Desolate Desert only allowed low-tier entry at most, and traitors had natural advantages there. Such a large-scale camp had actually been eliminated!? He suddenly remembered something and cried out: "What about my subordinate Philomei that I sent out?"

Chapter 129: Collision Course

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