Chapter 224 Angel

The sound wave seemed to be a strong sandstorm, rolling up the debris, dust and stones on the ground, and wanted to bury them.

"Get back quickly." He said as he retreated quickly. The stones rolled up by the sandstorm seemed to block the passage. They must retreat to a safe position to save their lives.

The situation is in danger, and everyone behind him also saw clearly the situation at the scene and retreated repeatedly.

Clammed, the flying sand and stones flew into this passage like bullets, and the sounds that hit the four walls of the passage were deafening. The sound alone made them deafening and terrified, let alone the monsters that created this sandstorm.

I don't know what that thing is.

While thinking, I retreated desperately. If I did not retreat in time, I would definitely be swallowed by the sandstorm as food.

The whimpering sound lingers in my ears, and there is no tendency to stop.

"Yin Hui, what should we do? If we retreat, we can't go out and save the lives of thousands of people from danger." Conan Doyle's voice penetrated into his ears through the roaring storm of sandstorm.

"Stop it, I'll try to use the barrier to block them." As he said, he drew talismans in the void.

The crowd who stood under the tremendous pressure also used their last strength to push Yin Hun, ensuring that he would not be blown back by the strong force and could establish a barrier with peace of mind.

A series of light waves were shot out from his hands, and spells were burned to ashes on his hands. The power of the storm did not decrease at all, and it even had a tendency to intensify.

Conan Doyle was a little anxious, but did not urge him. He just closed his mouth and squinted his eyes to look at Yin Hui, cheering him up, hoping that he would succeed.

He shot out more than a dozen talismans at the same time, and the light wave also turned into a protective cover, blocking a section of the passage tightly.

The storm came to an abrupt end, and the flying sand and stones seemed to be blocked by thick glass, hitting wildly, making the sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

"Shh!" Finally getting the matter done, he took a long breath, then lay on the ground, gasping for a big mouthful. His face and hair were covered with dust, his face was pale and bloodless.

"What should we do? What should we do?" Conan Doyle, who was forced to the point of being at a loss by the sandstorm, looked at everyone unsteadily: "Who can tell me what should we do?"

Before he could get out of the shadow of last failure, he encountered such a heavy blow to failure again, which made Conan Doyle's already guilty nerve even more fragile.

Everyone was speechless.

The special forces soldier's fierce body was bent in this small passage, very aggrieved, and roared: "Run out and swallow the things that are neither human nor ghost, and I don't believe it. So many of us can't kill him alone."

Because of his anger, he was breathless even when he spoke, but his voice was majestic and quite masculine.

Everyone was speechless, and they knew that the special forces were straightforward people, and the thoughts they said were thought out by their mouths and could not be adopted.

Huang Helou took a sip of cigarettes at this time, exhaled a thick white smoke, and sighed, "In my opinion, go back first. You have also seen the strength of the other party. Perhaps we are just bed bugs in his eyes."

When he said this, Huang Helou looked sad and his tone was filled with despair.

Even Zhao Dehuo could not do anything to the orc missionaries, let alone their group of people?

"Go back? Retreat?" Conan Doyle said two words in confusion, a little at a loss, rubbing his hands back and forth, trying to rub the dust off.

"Yin Hui, what do you think?" Huang Helou asked Yin Hui when she saw that she didn't speak.

He knew that she was unwilling to face reality and did not dare to face reality, so he had to use escape to numb his heart.

"Go back?" Yin Hui couldn't make up his mind either.

He knew that this matter was of great importance, and it was about a thousand living lives. And Zhao Dehuo, although he had done many evil deeds, was a master of the Maoshan Lianzong level. If he left, it would be an immeasurable loss for both Maoshan Lianzong and various Chinese sects.

"Let's do it, raise your hands to vote." Huang Helou was the most conscious, and the situation between the enemy and us was analyzed very clearly. If he did not retreat, then there would be only a dead end.

"Please raise your hand if you agree to return." Huang Helou seemed to hesitate for a long time, but in the end he said this.

He looked at Conan Doyle.

He looked full of pain and had the determination to die here.

Master Bird, Taoist nun, scalpel, explosion hand Sun Dong, and snipers raised their hands one after another.

Only the special forces and Conan Doyle were left, and Yin Hui did not raise his hand.

"Six to three, Conan Doyle, don't be sad. This kind of thing is not something we can control." He persuaded him, while patting Conan Doyle's shoulder earnestly.

Although she knew in her heart that leaving at this moment was the most correct way, she could not forgive herself, and she could not forgive herself for being beaten 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 were still so stubborn and so firm.

"You go, I want to stay and fight this demon to the end." The magic gun in her hand was equipped with bullets, staring at the barrier with bright eyes.

"Conan Doyle, you know that this can only increase our unnecessary sacrifice. This is not the quality that people from the National Security Bureau should have." Huang Helou still persuaded. He could not leave her behind.

"This is an order, please leave me quickly, this is an order." She repeatedly reiterated that this is an order, and she sincerely hopes that they will go back and not be implicated with herself.

"Conan Doyle, stop making trouble. Special forces, come and help and pull her back to me. Team leader, I'm sorry." Huang Helou looked at the barrier, which was blown by the sandstorm and seemed to be about to explode at any time. Knowing that it was not too late, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, spit 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 which end 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 the demon.

"Give it to me..." Conan Doyle wanted to stop Huanghelou's actions, but before he could finish his words, he poured into the sand all over his mouth. With a bang, the barrier finally exploded, and a large amount of sand and stones blocked outside flew in and surrounded them.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang. The sound of sand and stone collision passages is deafening.

"No, the barrier is broken, and the sandstorm is getting worse and worse." Yin Hui roared. Although he tried his best to take advantage of his energy, it seemed that he could not do anything at all. He was submerged in the roar of the sandstorm.

He wanted to form a barrier again, but his body was so weak that he had consumed a lot of energy just now, and now he was a little exhausted.

"Go back, you all go back to me." Conan Doyle pushed Huang Helou and others frantically, wanting them to retreat. But Huang Helou was not willing to leave her alone, and he grabbed Conan Doyle and wanted to take compulsory measures to pull her away.

Click.

The passage was actually a little broken, and a crack as thick as an arm appeared, which made several people widen their eyes.

But before they could react, the passage broke, and Huanghe Tower held Conan Doyle's hand and let go.

Yin Hui and Conan Doyle stayed in the broken passage and fell into the abyss below with the broken passage.

When Huang Helou and others saw that the situation was not good, they seized the time to retreat to ensure that the orc missionaries could not see them before stopping and panting.

Fortunately, the entire hall was filled with flying sand and stones, and the orc missionaries did not notice them and their whereabouts were not exposed.

Yin Hui, who was injured all over his body after a long time, slowly recovered and gently stomped on his stomach.

Through the broken passage, you can see the general situation outside. A crack was cracked from the incandescent lamp. As the crack became larger and larger, Yin Hui clearly saw a human head exposed inside.

The head was extremely huge, even four or five times larger than his body.

The eyes continued to move downward.

Half of the human body gradually appeared from the cracks, so rough, with stones and sand stuck on it. A little move would cause a lot of slag to fall down.

"What is that?" He looked around in horror, looked at Conan Doyle who fainted in the passage, and shook it hard: "Conan Doyle, are you okay?"

The huge space was filled with noise, so he was not worried that his voice would be heard by the orc missionaries.

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 Hun, my head hurts a little." She touched her head with her hand.

Blood, hands full of blood.

"Don't move, I'll deal with it." He was a little scared and hurriedly hugged her in his arms to investigate the injuries on the back of her head.

A small but sharp stone pierced deeply into her head, and blood flowed from the wound.

"Don't move, don't move." He cleared the debris on it with his hands with heartache, and clearly saw the wounds long on his fingers, blood flowing out.

"Persevere, it will be cured soon." His voice trembled a little. He didn't know whether the wound was deep or whether it hurt her nervous system or brain.

"Yeah." She nodded obediently, very peaceful, as if she had never been hurt.

The strong woman just now was gone, only this well-behaved girl lying in Yin Hui's arms like a little lamb.

He tore off his clothes and gently bandaged them on her head. Although he exerted lightly, her trembling body still warned Yin Hui that she was suffering in great pain at this moment.

After bandaging, Conan Doyle entered a coma again. No matter how he called, he could not get any answer from her.

"You rest here, I'll stop the monster." As he said that, his eyes emitted fierce eyes and stared at the monster that appeared on the opposite mountain wall.

At this moment, the thing had been completely revealed from the cracks of the mountain. It turned out to be a huge stone sculpture. The upper body is the human body, majestic and strong, while the lower body is the animal body, like a wild horse.

He noticed the eyes, and the light released by him shone on the entire hall. Only then did he realize that the incandescent lamp he saw before was just the eyes of the monster.

Fortunately, it was just a sculpture, otherwise they would all be done this time.

I don’t know if Huanghelou and the others are still there, but these are not the issues he is most concerned about. All his targets are orc missionaries. He needs to know what the orc missionaries are from and whether they have any fatal weaknesses. Only by knowing oneself and the other can one win every battle.

His head slowly poked out.

The scene made him tremble all over. He rubbed his eyes hard because he was not sure that everything he saw was real. He couldn't believe that anyone in the world could create such a terrifying scene.

A thousand corpses were lying on the ground, placed in irregularities, as if there had just been a war here.

But their death was the same. The heart was taken out and was still trembling across the belly, thrusting, gushing blood. The blood vessels had not yet separated from the body, and the heart and body were still entangled.

Some people with great fate are not dead yet, looking at the beating heart on their belly with a smile on their faces, and even stretching out their hand to caress.

They seemed to be immersed in a wonderful world, with very enjoyable expressions, their hands dancing in the air, and their feet kicked the ground from time to time, as if they were soaring between heaven and earth.

Yin Hui smiled, looking at these ignorant humans, she didn't know how they died before she died, and even if she was alive, it would be meaningless.

"Yin Hun, Yin Hun..." A weak call sounded in my ears.
To be continued...