Chapter 196 Chapter 54: The Archangel

The sound wave seemed to be a strong sandstorm, rolling up debris, dust and rocks on the ground, trying to bury them. "Back quickly." He backed away quickly as he spoke.The stones rolled up by the sandstorm seemed to block this passage.They must retreat to a safe position in order to save their lives. The situation in front of them was critical, and the people behind them also saw the situation clearly and retreated again and again. Bang bang bang, flying sand and rocks flew into this passage like bullets, and the sound produced by hitting the walls of the passage was deafening.This burst of sound alone made them deaf and blinded, and their hearts were terrified, let alone the monster that created this sandstorm.

Don't know what that is. While thinking, he retreated desperately.If the retreat is not timely, it will definitely be swallowed by the sandstorm as food. The whirring sound lingered in my ears, and there was no tendency to stop at all. "Yin Hui, what should we do? If we retreat further, we won't be able to go out, and we won't be able to save the lives of thousands of people." Conan Doyle's voice roared through the sandstorm and penetrated into his ears. "Stop! I'll try to see if I can block them with an enchantment." As he spoke, he drew symbols in the void.

The crowd standing still under tremendous pressure also used their last strength to push Yin Hui, ensuring that he would not be blown back by the strong force, and could form a barrier with peace of mind. A series of light waves shot out from his hand, and spells one after another were burned to ashes in his hand. The power of the storm did not decrease at all, and even a little bit intensified. Conan Doyle was a little anxious, but he didn't urge him.He just kept his mouth shut, squinted his eyes at Yin Hui, cheered him on, and hoped that he would succeed. He cast out more than a dozen spells at the same time, and the light wave also turned into a protective shield, tightly blocking a section of the passage.

The storm came to an abrupt end, and the flying sand and rocks seemed to be blocked by thick glass, and they slammed into each other frantically, making the sound of raindrops hitting the glass. "Shhh!" After finally finishing the matter, he took a long breath, then lay down on the ground, panting heavily.His face and hair were covered with dust, and his face was pale and bloodless. "What should we do? What should we do?" Conan Doyle, who was bewildered by the sandstorm, looked at the crowd: "Who can tell me, what should we do?" He has not yet come out of the shadow of the last failure, and this time he encountered such a heavy defeat again, which made Conan Doyle's already guilty nerves even more fragile.

Everyone was speechless. The sturdy body of the special soldier was bent in this small passage, very aggrieved, and roared angrily: "Go out and eat that person who is neither human nor ghost, I don't believe it, we have so many people One cannot kill him alone." He was breathless even when he spoke because of anger, but his voice was strong and manly. Everyone was speechless, and they all knew that special forces were straight-forward people, and the ideas they said came out of their mouths and could not be adopted. Yellow Crane Tower took a puff of cigarette at this time, exhaled a puff of thick white smoke, and sighed: "In my opinion, go back first. You have also seen the strength of the opponent, maybe we are just bugs in his eyes .”

When saying this, Yellow Crane Tower was full of grief, and his tone was full of despair. Even Zhao Dehuo couldn't deal with the half-orc missionaries, let alone their group of people? "Go back? Retreat?" Conan Doyle said two words in doubt, a little at a loss, rubbing his hands back and forth, trying to wipe off the dust on it. "Yin Hui, what do you think?" Seeing that she was silent, Yellow Crane Tower asked Yin Hui. He knew that she was unwilling to face the reality, and did not dare to face the reality, so he had no choice but to use escape to anesthetize his soul.

"Go back?" Yin Hui couldn't make up his mind either. He knows that this matter is of great importance, it is related to a thousand living lives!There is also Zhao Dehuo, although he has done many evil things, he is a master of Maoshan Lianzong. If he leaves, it will be an immeasurable loss to both Maoshan Lianzong and various sects in China. "Let's do this! Vote with a show of hands." Yellow Crane Tower's consciousness is the clearest, and the situation of the enemy and us is very clear. If they don't retreat, then there is only one dead end. "If you agree to go back, please raise your hand." Yellow Crane Tower seemed to hesitate for a long time, but finally said this sentence.

He looked at Conan Doyle. With a painful expression on his face, he was determined to die here.Master Bird, Taoist nun, scalpel, blaster Sun Dong, and snipers all raised their hands. Only the special forces and Conan Doyle were left, and Yin Hui didn't raise his hand. "Six to three, Conan Doyle, don't be sad, this kind of thing is beyond our control." While persuading him, he patted Conan Doyle's shoulder earnestly. Although she knew in her heart that leaving at this moment was the most correct way, she couldn't forgive herself, and couldn't forgive herself for being beaten at a loss by her opponent twice in a row.She had never encountered such an embarrassing thing.

"Let's go! Conan Doyle." He patted Conan Doyle on the shoulder again. Her eyes are still so stubborn, so firm. "Let's go! I want to stay and fight this demon to the end." The demon gun in her hand was loaded, and she stared at the enchantment with piercing eyes. "Conan Doyle, you know that this will only increase our unnecessary sacrifices. This is not the quality that people from the National Security Bureau should have." Yellow Crane Tower still persuaded.It was impossible for him to leave her behind. "This is an order, leave me quickly, this is an order." She reiterated that this was an order, and she sincerely hoped that they would go back and not be implicated by her.

"Conan Doyle, stop making trouble. Special forces, come and help me, and pull her back to me. Team leader, I'm sorry." The Yellow Crane Tower looked at the barrier, and it seemed that it would be blown by the sandstorm at any time. Blast, knowing that it was not too late, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and ordered the special forces to take tough measures. Yin Hui was a little embarrassed, he didn't know who to help.Although he knew that staying would not have a big impact on the direction of the matter, he couldn't bear to watch so many compatriots die at the hands of that demon.

"Give it to me..." Conan Doyle wanted to stop the actions of the Yellow Crane Tower, but before he finished speaking, he poured sand into his mouth.With a bang, the barrier finally exploded, and a large amount of sand and stones blocked outside flew in, surrounding them. Bang bang bang.The sound of sand colliding with the passage was deafening. "No, the barrier is broken, and the sandstorm is getting worse." Yin Hui roared angrily.Even though he tried his best, it didn't seem to have any effect at all, and he was drowned in the roar of the sandstorm. He wanted to form another enchantment, but his body was too weak. The enchantment just now cost him a lot of physical strength, and now he is a little exhausted. "Go back, you all go back to me." Conan Doyle frantically pushed Yellow Crane Tower and others, wanting them to go back.But how could the Yellow Crane Tower leave her alone, they all held Conan Doyle, and they wanted to take coercive measures to take her away. click. The passage was actually broken, and a crack as thick as an arm appeared, making several people's eyes widen. But before they could react, the passage broke, and Yellow Crane Tower let go of Conan Doyle's hand. Yin Hui and Conan Doyle stayed in the broken passage, and fell into the 100-meter abyss below along with the broken passage. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Yellow Crane Tower and the others seized the time to retreat to ensure that the half-orc missionary could not see them before stopping, panting. Fortunately, the entire hall was full of flying sand and rocks, and the half-orc missionaries did not notice them, and their whereabouts were not revealed. It took a long time for Yin Hui, who was covered in injuries from the fall, to slowly recover, gently kneading his stomach. Through the broken passage, you can see the general situation outside.The mountain wall about 100 meters high actually cracked a crack, from where the incandescent lamp was.As the crack got bigger and bigger, Yin Hui clearly saw a human head protruding from it. The head was extremely huge, even four or five times bigger than his body. The gaze continued to move down. Half of a human body gradually emerged from the crack. It was so rough, with stones and sand stuck to it, and if it moved a little, a lot of dirt would fall down with a crackling sound. "What is that?" He looked around in horror, looked at Conan Doyle who was fainted in the passage, and shook it vigorously: "Conan Doyle, are you okay!" There were noisy voices in the huge space, so he didn't worry about his voice being heard by the half-orc missionary. Conan Doyle touched his forehead and murmured, "What's wrong?" Her eyes did not open. "Wake up, Conan Doyle, wake up," he shook Conan Doyle vigorously, hoping to wake him up from his coma. "Yin Hui, my head hurts." She touched her head with her hand. Blood, blood all over his hands. "Don't move, I'll take care of it." He was a little frightened, and quickly hugged her in his arms, checking the injury on the back of her head. A small but sharp stone pierced deeply into her head, and blood flowed from that wound. "Don't move, don't move." He cleaned up the sundries with his hands distressedly, and he could clearly see the wound on his finger, blood gushing out. "Persevere, it will be fine soon." His voice was a little trembling, he didn't know whether the wound was deep or not, whether it hurt her nervous system or brain. "En." She nodded obediently, very peacefully, as if she had never been hurt. The tough woman just now was gone, only this well-behaved girl lying in Yin Hui's arms like a little sheep. He tore off his clothes, and gently bandaged her head. Although his force was very light, her trembling body still warned Yin Hui that she was enduring extremely great pain at this moment. After the bandage was finished, Conan Doyle fell into a coma again, no matter how he called, she couldn't get the slightest answer. "Have a good rest here, and I'll stop that monster." As he spoke, his eyes cast fierce gazes, staring at the monster that appeared on the opposite mountain wall. At this moment, the thing has been completely exposed from the crack in the mountain, and it turned out to be a huge stone sculpture.The upper body is a human body, majestic and sturdy, while the lower body is an animal body, like a wild horse. He noticed the eyes, and the light released illuminated the entire hall.Only then did he realize that the incandescent lamp he saw before was just the monster's eyes. But fortunately it was only a sculpture, otherwise they would all be doomed this time. I don't know if the Yellow Crane Tower and the others are still there, but these are not the issues he is most concerned about. All his targets are half-orc missionaries. He needs to know the origin of the half-orc missionaries and whether they have any fatal weaknesses.Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. His head poked out slowly. The scene at the scene made him tremble all over, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, because he was not sure that everything he saw was real, and he couldn't believe that someone in the world could create such a terrifying scene. There were a thousand corpses lying here and there on the ground, arranged irregularly, as if this place had just experienced a war. But their death conditions were the same, their hearts had been pulled out, and they were still trembling lying on their stomachs, thumping, thumping, gurgling blood.The blood vessels have not been separated from the body, and the heart and body are still entwined. Some people who are very lucky are still alive, looking at the beating heart on their belly with a smile on their face, and even stretching out their hands lovingly to caress it. They seem to be immersed in a wonderful world, with expressions of enjoyment, their hands are dancing in the air, and their feet kick the ground from time to time, as if they are soaring between heaven and earth. Yin Hui smiled, looking at this group of ignorant human beings, who didn't know how they died, even if they were alive, it was meaningless. "Yin Hui, Yin Hui..." A weak calling sounded in his ears. He looked left and right, and there was nothing else but the dust that filled the sky and the earth.He thought it was his hallucination, and he didn't intend to continue to pay attention to it. "Yin Hui." The weak voice sounded like a mosquito flapping its wings again. So clear, so familiar. He was sure that it was not an illusion, but actually calling himself. "Who are you? Where are you?" He looked around nervously, wanting to see the person calling him. "It's me! Yin Hui, it's me!" The voice rang in my ears again. He followed the sound and saw a vague and faint figure. Under the cover of endless dust, he looked a bit decadent and old. "Zhao Dehuo, is that you?" He suddenly remembered that if judging by the location, Zhao Dehuo fell in this place at the beginning, and the voice probably belonged to Zhao Dehuo. The other party hummed lightly. He climbed up at a faster speed, Zhao Dehuo is not dead yet, they still have hope of winning. But when he came to Zhao Dehuo's side, he was completely stunned.Although Zhao Dehuo's appearance has not changed, his body has long since turned into that of an animal. He was lying on the ground very weakly, his face was full of grief, and he looked at Yin Hui helplessly, his eyes were full of expectation, fear, and disappointment. "Zhao Dehuo, how can I save you?" Looking at this enemy who had killed countless people, he actually said these words, even he himself couldn't believe it. "Save me? Hehe! I can't be saved, I can't be saved." He coughed heavily, his eyes were dead, without any light: "Promise me, you must kill this half-orc missionary, don't let He succeeded in his treachery. Cough cough." Every word he said was very strenuous, and the severe cough also entangled him, making him look like an old man. "What's going on? What kind of trick? What's going on with half-orcs? Why haven't I heard of them?" He asked all the questions in his head in one breath.It was all a mystery to him, a mystery beyond his imagination. "Cough cough, ha ha! All of this...you have to wait for you to figure it out...cough cough." Zhao Dehuo even spoke a little intermittently: "But there is one thing you must know, don't let him carry out the summoning ceremony to the end , otherwise the summoned monster is enough to destroy everyone on my territory." He coughed heavily, his face was pale, and his tone was hopeless. "Summoned a monster?" He looked at Zhao Dehuo incomprehensibly: "What monster? People on your territory? Who?" The more he listened, the more confused he became, and he couldn't understand a word, so he just looked at Zhao Dehuo in a daze Hope he can answer his own question. "According to human beings, that monster... is... the Archangel... Hurry up and stop it... don't let his... treachery succeed..." After saying the last sentence, his body was like a deflated ball, Limp on the ground, his head hit the platform with a bang, making a sharp and piercing crash.