Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start

682 Chapter 442: Damn! Qingqiu is Here? [1/4]

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the piercing gaze made people lower their heads.

The waves of heat surged on the sand, and the yellow sand seemed to have been thrown into a furnace and poured out. It was filled with a high temperature that burned his hands.

The high temperature distorted the light near the ground. That added a sense of haziness.

This was a forbidden land of life.

A barren land that even demons would not want to peep at.

A few players looked at the vast dimension gate embedded in the dunes in a desert where the light was distorted before them. It was more than 30 meters tall. They hesitated.

“Brother Kun, let’s… Are we going in? The S-rank mission wouldn’t be easy today.”

Brother Kun was a troop leader. His expression sparingly changed when he heard this. He already gave up, although he still held up.

He inexplicably thought of an encounter in the past. That mission was only an A-rank mission, but in the end, the war buried millions of people…

“Let’s wait and see…first.”

Brother Kun turned to look at his underlings. They heard his sparingly hoarse voice.

“The players who went in yesterday haven’t come out yet?”

They shook their heads in unison.

“No, they haven’t.”

One of the rough men whispered.

“Brother Kun, why don’t we just retreat? I heard no one has returned until now from at least a hundred people who have accepted the S-rank mission.”

Brother Kun hesitated for a moment before he gritted his teeth.

“Retreat?!

“The first thing we need to know is what we can and cannot do.

“This mission is a huge trap.”

A few heard this and relieved them. They nodded in unison.

The S-rank difficulty made his legs go weak. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to complete the mission.

They were about three to four hundred meters away.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

A wall figure pressed down appeared in his line of sight.

He looked over, and the figure swiftly approached.

“Sandstorm!”

A player exclaimed.

Brother Kun waved his hand fiercely and stopped his panicked underlings.

“That’s not a sandstorm… That is a troop.”

His voice suddenly became hoarse.

“Troop?”

A few of them were stunned. Then, they suppressed the panic in their hearts and suddenly turned around to roar at the two squadrons of soldiers who had entered.

“All troops, be on alert!!”

The soldiers with yellow turbans on their heads were behind them. The sabers in their hands had fierce looks in their eyes. It was like, they wanted to show off their strength to the enemies who had suddenly appeared.

The troop positioned, and the yellow sand had already approached a thousand meters in radius and rapidly expanded from the size of an ant.

They flew above their heads in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked up in shock.

One could see an undead dragon after another in the sandstorm.

The bodies of the gargoyles reflected a metallic luster. They repeatedly looked down. Their ferocious faces sent chills down one’s spine.

Another terrifying troop crossed the sky.

The air currents caused large amounts of sand to rise.

They stood on the ground. The sky troop emitted an aura enough to make a few players feel breathless.

“Brother Kun, I’m scared…”

One of his underlings’ legs weakened and couldn’t stand still. He fell to the person beside him.

Brother Kun gulped. His breathing quickened as he wanted to say something. But his expression suddenly changed.

He took a few steps back and sat on the hot yellow sand.

The heat made him subconsciously exclaim, but he quickly covered his mouth.

That widened his eyes in shock.

His lackeys profusely sweated and were about to collapse. Their legs trembled like a pendulum. That made people laugh.

However, they would most likely be the same as them if there were outsiders present. They couldn’t laugh.

‘Rustle!’

They heard strange friction from the sand that flowed. The sound waved with the sandstorm in the sky.

Brother Kun focused his gaze.

In the endless sandstorm.

A giant twisted human-faced tree with branches as dry as a human corpse controlled the rapid movement of the quicksand.

The other party passed by dozens of meters away, but when it lifted, they could not see the exaggerated figure at the top. That gave them an indescribable sense of oppression.

They couldn’t imagine what destruction would this top-notch existence cause once it launched an attack.

Their troop would taste destruction in a few breaths if these treants attacked.

The terrifying pressure gradually disappeared as the troops left. The few players seemed resurrected when the troops were hundreds of meters away.

All dementedly panted. Cold sweat covered their foreheads. The grains of the sand stuck to their faces because of the strong wind. That made them look especially miserable.

Brother Kun’s face was pale as he looked at the two vast squadrons of soldiers behind him. Just a moment ago, they had looked like they were going to fight to the death with the enemy. They were all in a daze now, and their hands trembled as they gripped their sabers tightly.

Which troop would already lose their will to fight while the enemy only stance an aura?

It was too terrifying.

Brother Kun took a few deep breaths and could not suppress the horror in his heart.

He was about to say something to his companion to vent his emotions when his expression suddenly froze.

Because he realized… The army stopped before the dimension gate embedded in the dune.

The troops didn’t just pass by!

His expression was bewildered.

Didn’t they say that only players were allowed to enter this dungeon? How could the natives also be like this?

The few lackeys also sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly said.