this is my ark journey

Looking at each other, Ren smiled sinisterly.

"Sorry, I'm Almighty!"

Chapter 25 Engraved...Russian...Cypress! ?

rumbling...  

Rolling thunder came from a distance, and there was a thundercloud gathering at the end of the wilderness. It looked huge from a distance, and it was not comparable to ordinary thunderstorms.

"Sure enough, my hunch was correct." Ren stood in the middle of the corpses and wreckage, and the last warlock was under his feet, who was nailed to the ground by his sword when he fled.

These eight people are very difficult to kill, not to mention better equipped than the mercenaries in the wilderness, and their personal strength is quite strong. If they were not divided and wiped out in mobile warfare, Ren would only have to escape for his life, but he had already thought about where to escape.

The dull thunder came from a distance, but in Ren's soul vision, it was a large black torch, a torch composed of countless flames, and huge energy was gathering, and then threw those flames to the ground.

Natural disaster?How the hell did this thing come to be?If it is a natural phenomenon, where does the fire of the soul come from?

If the origin stone aura in the air is undetectable, then this natural disaster is ten thousand times stronger, like a dye vat, anyone who gets close will be infected.

But he couldn't see any aura condensing, this natural disaster seemed to appear out of nowhere, sending the origin stone to the earth.

This is like a gift, but more like a disaster, but it is harmless to Ren, as long as he is not blown to death by the hurricane, he cannot absorb the pure origin stone breath and will not be infected, but the people of Terra are different , too close to the natural disaster infection will rise rapidly, and die on the spot after staying for a long time.

"Greyhound team, Greyhound team, please answer."

Renn, who was about to run away, heard the 'rustling' sound. He looked down and found that it was the communicator on the warlock's ear. This natural disaster will also interfere with the communication, so it sounds intermittent.

He thought for a while, leaned over and picked up the communicator and said, "Stop shouting, dead people can't speak."

After finishing speaking, there was no response. Just when Ren thought the thing was broken, a cold female voice suddenly came.

"Who are you?!"

Very angry, probably the leader of these Sargons.

Ren is not a coward who can't walk when he sees a woman, so he replied coldly: "A messenger who was attacked inexplicably when he passed by."

"Fart, any courier with a normal IQ will stay away from the wreckage of the battle, how can it be possible to search!"

"Oh, then you can treat me as a mentally retarded messenger."

"Bastard!!" The female voice became sharp, and the sound of deep breathing came from the communicator, and it took a long time before she continued:

"Listen, I don't care who you are, if you are sensible, hand over the golden statue of the horror."

It turns out that that thing is called the Golden Statue of the Terror, but what is the Terror?

Ren remembered the name, and replied casually: "I haven't heard of it. Let's meet by fate."

After finishing speaking, he directly smashed the communicator, found a motorcycle that was still in good condition, loaded it with supplies, and headed towards the direction of the thunderstorm.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

It was the location where the convoy was ambushed. A high-heeled shoe was stepping on the communicator until it crushed the poor machine into pieces. The Sargons who were digging three feet in the ground to find the golden statue of the Terror stopped their work. , looking at the head of the berserk eldest sister.

Even though the cold wind in the wilderness is fierce, the woman with long horns is still wearing a camisole. Her skin is light brown, her hair is also light golden, and the skull pendant with horns on her chest trembles. The legs are very long, and the legs that are only wrapped in hot pants are strong and perfect.

"Big Sister, we probably encountered a stubble. Could it be someone from Rust Hammer? The wilderness is their territory." A Sargon said weakly.

They had already listened to the live broadcast of the battle, and the target was a warlock, not to mention his coquettish driving, he could even stab people with a sword and shield.

"You heard that group of savages can drive??"

"Uh, you're right." The Sargon warrior scratched his head. The Rusty Hammer Gang is known as the enemy of civilization, and it's almost like tearing down a car.

"Okay, clean up the battlefield quickly, first confirm the whereabouts of the Golden Terrorist Statue!" Priscilla waved her hand, her purple eyes looked behind her with murderous intent.

"Speak! Are you Sarkaz people black and white?"

Standing behind the woman was a tall figure. He was completely wrapped in a black robe, and his face was also covered by a sheep bone mask, only the pale long horns were exposed.

"Your Highness doesn't have time for such boring things." The man's voice was very low, without any emotion.

Priscilla narrowed her long and narrow eyes, and the suspicion in her eyes gradually disappeared.

That's right, the usurper is fighting fiercely in Kazdel, so it would be good to send a personal guard to supervise, as there is no room for trouble.

"Then what should we do now? A few Colombians ran away, and there was that mentally retarded messenger. I don't know whose body the golden statue is on." The woman bit her thumb and asked coldly: "If you can't find it, are you going to buy it?" How to do it?"

"It's said in the contract that you will present a golden statue for His Highness, and Kazdel will send mercenaries to fight against the king's rule and gain freedom for you." The man repeated the contract and replied without emotion: "But there is no golden statue , there would be no mercenaries."

boom! ! !

Before the words were finished, a loud noise echoed in the wilderness. The several-ton armored vehicle moved laterally for several meters, and half of its body was sunken.

The steel plate was dented, but the fist wrapped in the fingerless glove was unscathed. Priscilla raised her fist and growled: "My old lady has been running back and forth for months because of you Sarkaz people. Fighting all the way to the border of Rem Billiton, killing hundreds of younger brothers, you are telling me that it was all in vain now???"

All the Sargon warriors around showed bad looks, those who held the knife held the knife, and those who raised the bow raised the bow. They first fought against the king's army, and then chased the black heart mining industry almost halfway across the land. Now they have the heart to kill.

Facing hundreds of blades, Sarkaz in the cloak remained unmoved, shook his head slightly and said, "But this is all your mistake."

"Ghost knows that a stupid Perlo suddenly ran out to delay the pursuit, and then a mentally retarded messenger appeared after being beaten away by me!" Priscilla was fuming with anger, and carefully avoided the Rusty Hammer Gang, only to encounter a mental illness.

The purple eyes full of murderous intent stared at the other party, but the Sarkaz remained motionless like a statue, the atmosphere gradually became dignified, his fists were clenched tighter and tighter, but he couldn't say the order of 'do it'.

They were just Sargon's rebels, and they couldn't even beat a pasha.The other party was Kazdel's usurper, Tracy's personal guard. She didn't know what that bastard wanted the Golden Terror Statue to do, but the strength of the man in front of her was unfathomable.

"Okay, count you ruthless!"

After an unknown amount of time, Priscilla let go of her fist and turned around abruptly.

"Prepare the car, let's kill that retarded messenger!"

"Are you sure the golden statue is on him?" the Sarkaz said suddenly, they only had one chance.

"Not sure." Priscilla boarded a convertible off-road vehicle, turned around and said with a smirk: "But whether he takes it or not, whoever kills me will die!"

Very loyal, but the Sarkaz shook his head: "It's useless, he fled there on purpose."

Just as Priscilla was about to sneer, she just heard the thunder of 'rumbling', turned her head and changed color.

"Natural disaster? Is this person crazy??"

The thunderstorm cloud in the distance is expanding, and it is coming with a destructive aura. Faced with such a terrifying scene, most people have no time to hide, so how can they take the initiative to approach.

It is also death, acute Originium disease is far more painful than being hacked by a knife.

"I don't know." Sarkaz's eyes appeared confused for the first time, and his voice became heavy:

"But it is necessary to report to His Highness Teresis."

.............

The strong wind moved the yellow sand, and the small stones hit the body with great pain. It is not known that more and more people are thinking about Ren, who is struggling in the wind.

I don't know if the engine got into the sand, or the origin stone energy was destroyed. The motorcycle has long been unable to ride, and he can only walk through the storm with supplies on his shoulders.

There is no way, if you stay where you are, you must die. It is impossible for the other party to think that you died in a natural disaster and give up the pursuit.

"Even if Originium Disease doesn't spread, this kind of storm can still be called a natural disaster!" Ren opened his mouth and complained, and his mouth was filled with sand immediately. He didn't know if he could handle the moving city. Anyway, Long Beach Town would be wiped off the map in an instant.

No wonder there are natural disaster messengers, no wonder there is a need to build mobile cities. Faced with such a mighty force of nature, human beings have no choice but to run away.

I don't know how long he walked in the storm with strong origin stone breath. Ren felt that the wind seemed to be weakening, so he opened his soul vision to identify the direction. A touch of pure white was found in the black.

"Hey, is there a living person??"

Ren was taken aback. He didn't expect that anyone would dare to approach the natural disaster, so he pulled out his sword and walked over there. It was only a hundred meters away, but it took him several minutes to get there. From a distance, he saw someone lying in a depression.

Not pursuers.

The opponent's dress was completely different from that of the chasing soldiers. After repeated confirmation, Ren simply walked over there, which happened to be a shelter from the wind.

He jumped into the hollow, only to realize that it was a woman lying on the ground, so he put away his sword and bent down to observe carefully.

Waist-length light brown hair, with ears on top of her head a bit like Perot, and her tights looked shabby. After Ren turned her over, she frowned slightly.

This is a girl, and there are many weapons scattered around her, including spears, scimitars, and staffs, most of which are broken and dilapidated, as if they were picked up from a garbage dump.

However, there was one ax that was different. The girl held it tightly even when she was unconscious. When Renn took a closer look, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Carto... Ober?"

He read it out slowly. During this period of study, he has mastered a lot of languages, but there is absolutely no such language inscribed on the axe. Ren has not learned this language in Terra, but he must have seen it somewhere.

'where?Could it be somewhere in Rhodeland? '

Amidst the humming wind, Ren faced the mysterious girl and thought hard, but he had no idea. When he was in a daze, he saw the girl's mouth slightly opened, as if she had something to say.

"I......"

Ren quickly put his ears to his lips and listened intently, his heart full of anticipation.

What clues are you going to give me?

"I eat......"

"What are you eating, tell me quickly!" Ren's eyes widened, and then he heard the girl say——

"I can't eat it."

......

Chapter 26 You and I have a bug with this card! ?

After the storm passed, the air was still filled with dust. In a cave, a bonfire was swaying with the wind.

"Those people should be unable to catch up."

Ren leaned against the rock wall, staring straight at the bonfire.

Natural disasters are not as simple as blowing wind. Even if they dissipate, they will leave a high-concentration pollution area, which will take a long time to dissipate. As long as those Sargons don't fight to the death, there is really no need to pass through the pollution area.

As for the detour?There is not even a road sign in this wasteland, who knows where it will go around.

"So why are the Sargonians and the Colombians coming here?" He scratched his head and couldn't figure it out. It is impossible for the Terrans to see the soul flame. Since they can't see it, no matter how valuable the golden statue of the horror Don't go around thousands of miles to fight.

He has also seen the firepower of both sides, and it is completely possible to walk sideways in the wasteland.

"So many people died, just because of you." Ren's hand burst into flames, and shrank back, and the golden statue of the horror fell in front of him with a bang, making a big hole on the ground .

It's this feeling again, just staring at it feels like the soul is going to be sucked in.

Ren forcibly looked away. During the day, he was attracted by the golden statue and forgot the time. If the opponent's shelling hadn't awakened him, the enemy probably wouldn't even know it when he touched him.

How embarrassing it would be to be patted on the shoulder to regain consciousness.

'There's definitely something wrong with this thing. Ren is not bragging. He is a little dish now, but in terms of soul strength, no creature in this world can surpass him and attract him. It is estimated that the people of Terra will turn into puppets directly.

No wonder I found fragments of the box that no one could take away without some insulation.

He remembered a detail, circled around the statue twice to confirm that there were no traps, and then suddenly drew his sword and slashed backwards!

clang--

The blade of the sword trembled, making his palms numb. When Ren looked again, there was not even a trace. He took a few steps back unwillingly, and took out his staff.

Powerful Soul Arrow!

The blue light arrow flew away, and disappeared like a phantom when it hit the golden statue's chest, and Ren's pupils shrank sharply.

The crimson soul flame grew a little stronger!

"This thing has absorbed the powerful soul arrow??" Ren couldn't believe it. In the world of Terra, what powers magic is his soul fire, which is equivalent to actively feeding and then being swallowed in one gulp.

A chilling feeling emerged in Ren's heart. He originally planned to blow up the golden statue, no matter what 21 swallowed the purple flames first, but now it seems that the golden statue is strong. If he swallowed it rashly, who would know? what's going to happen.

Perhaps it was because the bonfire was hot, and in the cold night wind, several beads of sweat appeared on Ren's forehead.

"Just throw this time bomb here, whoever wants it will take it, but throwing away this golden statue is tantamount to cutting off the clues. Why don't you find a hole and bury it and dig it out later?" ? ? '

Ren was very conflicted. At this moment, he heard the strange sound of grunting, gritted his teeth, and put his hands on the golden statue.

The flames were fleeting, and the golden statue had disappeared. Ren turned his head, the terrified expression on his face had become calm, and he looked towards the opposite side of the bonfire with great grace.

The girl with light brown long hair just woke up. She sat up straight at once, her red eyes were full of confusion. After a few seconds, she turned her head and met the eyes of Ren with a gentlemanly smile on his face.

The bonfire danced in the eyes of the two of them. Ren stared at those pure eyes, and had prepared several countermeasures, no matter how difficult this girl was, he could still deal with it.

"So hungry."

Ah? ?

Ren didn't seem to understand. When the girl woke up and saw a man beside her, shouldn't she check her clothes immediately?