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"Damn, when I get out of the desert, I must soak myself in water for three days and three nights. I can't take it anymore. I haven't bathed for three months."

"You smell my armpits."

"Boom!!!"

"Fuck, what?! Earthquake?"

"Are there still volcanic eruptions in the desert?"

Just as a few people were chatting and frolic, there was a strange noise in the direction of the dune towards the sunny slope. The Berber guide who was not in his twenties but very experienced dutifully stood up.

He has followed his family across the desert since he was a child, eating and sleeping with the yellow sand, but he has never heard a loud noise like before in so many years of experience.

"Don't worry, we have locals as guides here, be safe."

"that is……"

"Aba!"

The Berber guide suddenly jumped from the sand dune, and kept looking back at the Saharan adventurer in horror, at the same time pointing his finger into the distance in a panic.

On the other side of the dunes, something terrifying seems to be coming.

"Aba, right?!"

The teammates who are proficient in multiple languages ​​looked at the Berber guide in confusion. This guide can get a lot of income after more than 100 days. It is reasonable to say that the sandstorm is coming, and the well-trained guide will not panic.

"What is the guide saying?"

"He said..." The teammate frowned and stammered a few times, not knowing how to speak. The words the guide said gave him a headache. The guide didn't have hysteria in the desert, right?

"A devil has appeared."

"Devil?"

"It's a dust storm."

Although we live in the Sahara Desert and are divided into two worlds, North and South by the desert, the religions followed in Africa are all Abrahamic, and religious terms such as devils and angels are common.

A few travelers who were not afraid of big things stood up and walked towards the dunes curiously.

"Devil!"

The first few people who climbed up the dune screamed in horror, startling the others behind them, and almost couldn't help cursing.

But after climbing the sand dunes, the swearing words were suppressed by fear, and everyone looked at the distant yellow sand world with cold hands and feet.

Under the scorching sun, the sunlight that can kill people can't bring the warmth of the body.

"What is that……"

The headed traveler narrowed his eyes and stared ahead in horror with his wide mouth. His fragile three views were severely impacted.

The sky blue and the fine sand yellow are intertwined to form the main color of the desert, and in the very center of this yellow sand world, a terrifying monster dozens of meters tall stands in the golden yellow.

Just like the indescribable things spliced ​​in the Cthulhu mythology, the monster's body includes different signs of people, cows, sheep, camels, and even scorpions, but there is no fur, no exoskeleton, only flowing yellow sand shawls, terrifying terrifying.

It moved slowly in the sand sea, and its huge size brought the oppression of death.

Although it is not as tall as a thousand-meter famous mountain, the yellow sand monster can bring people more fear of giants.

"There are really devils in the Sahara desert..."

There are terrifying descriptions of Sahara in the folklore legends of the tribes around the desert, such as the fire falling from the sky and burning the ground, forming an incomparable inferno, or it is said that there are man-eating demons under the golden sand in the depths of the Sahara, just as the Dahe civilization records. With the flood, the natural environment and production conditions determine the mythic memory.

The development of modern technology has long shattered the assumptions caused by the backwardness of productivity, but the appearance of the yellow sand monster at this moment made several travelers who were extremely firm in science rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

After all, when they set off from the outside world, they hadn't heard of any messy supernatural events.

Not to mention, the island nation has generously acknowledged the appearance of supernatural, and there have been suspected incidents all over the world.

"Aba."

The Berber guide knelt on the yellow sand and bowed to the monster. Even if the words in his mouth were not translated, the adventure traveler could roughly guess the meaning of the words.

Because at this moment, they also feel the same way and want to kneel down.

The hot yellow sand seems to be the monster's bath. It wildly manipulates the yellow sand to roll up, cleaning the dirt on the body, and the heaven and the earth are stirred and a vision appears.

"Ah, take it down, I have to take it down, take my picture down."

A traveler with a heavy SLR screamed, and in a panic, he found the device from his bag and aimed at the yellow sand monster in the distance. He was shaking with excitement, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and the camera was helpless. admit his weakness in anti-shake.

"Crack!"

Continuous shooting, the lens that the camera focuses on turns on the continuous shooting mode. Under the technology developed by humans for instant art, every detail of the yellow sand monster is vividly remembered.

"Don't attract monsters!"

"Don't die."

A few teammates rushed over in fear. This photographer is going to die. What else can I shoot at such a critical moment? I'm not afraid that they will all be implicated to death.

"Hey! Aba, ah, ah, ah!"

Even more troublesome is the Berber guide, who pounces on the photographer with his claws and claws, scolding filthy words emotionally.

The monster that suddenly appeared is a **** in the desert. These rude outsiders are going to take pictures of the god's majesty. It's unbearable!

Even if I don't want the money this time, I'll beat this guy.

The gods cannot be looked directly at, the gods cannot be sculpted, and the gods cannot be painted. Humans use their heads to understand the taboos that create gods. It seems to be true.

The expensive camera fell into the yellow sand, the guide and the photographer scuffled together, and several fellow travelers hurried forward to pull the frame. How could they fight in such a crisis.

"Roar!"

The yellow sand monster dozens of meters high suddenly roared.

The people who were scrambling together shivered in horror, and immediately realized that this was not the time to fight in the nest. They were cautiously lying on the sand dunes and watching the attack of the yellow sand monster.

I saw the monster's stomach swelled suddenly, and a blast of wind spit out from the big mouth of the blood basin.

The wind bomb is invisible, but the rolled up yellow sand and the blown grit have substance.

Huge wind bombs hit the sand dunes in the distance, and the harsh bombing sound made people tremble~www.NovelMTL.com~ A small sand dune was blown up in half in an instant, and hitting a high-rise building was another 9/11 massacre.

The blasted sand dunes formed a storm full of the sky, and it was a natural disaster-level attack.

"This is simply a sandstorm. It's too strong to just create a terrifying sandstorm."

The three camels were restless and restless, and the two camels spread their four legs in panic, neighing and running in the desert.

There are important supplies on the hump!

"Not good! Can't let this run away at the end!"

There was no time to worry about the yellow sand monster in the distance, or the gravel that was blowing on him like a knife. The strong captain swelled his muscles and grabbed the reins of the last camels.

The yellow sand monsters attacked the dunes one after another, forcibly changing the desert surface.

As the last cannon roar fell, the yellow sand flying all over the sky stopped.