The violent vibration caused by the explosion even makes people wonder if the elevator shaft will have problems.

Just when they think about this.

The electromagnetic track responsible for transporting the heavy metal was cut off and the charging was immediately taken over.

The sound of metal collisions that had not been activated for decades made loud and harsh echoes.

The sound sounded like it could break at any time, and everyone subconsciously looked up at this time.

Claire and his group watched as the magnetic tracks around the rectangular elevator shaft changed from a light blue to a vigilant red light.

At the same time, the alarm sounded.

The emergency snap instantly locks the elevator uphill ladder until the conventional independent hydraulic system makes a crunching sound, dragging the steel cables and pulling the elevator up again.

These locks are unlocked.

"It seems that the energy room of the base has been broken." Kun En explained this way of the current situation.

It didn't happen, and they transferred back to the bad things below, and the emergency system still played its role well.

"But it fell too quickly, and the alien insects seemed to have already made plans for the attack of this base."

If the energy facilities of the base are destroyed, the blocking positions of the laser laser channel cannot take effect.

All unmanned machine guns will also be offline.

When these powerful firepower suppress the defense system offline, the remaining people will not be able to deal with the ubiquitous alien insects.

The alien insects can pass through the laser laser channel without any obstacles.

The three of them could only fall into silence until the emergency light above the elevator shaft was activated.

Under the protection of the soldiers who were originally stationed at the base, they came to the surface safely, and could even vaguely hear the sound of sandstorms raging outside the thick metal gate at this moment.

And it was at this moment that there was a brief sound of current, and then Dante's familiar inquiry sound was connected to the channel of Claire and his group.

"Yeah, have you discovered something? Your signal was disconnected from this spacecraft for more than an hour."

Kunen answered Dante on the Banshee Battleship.

"We have found the target. We were just deep underground and just got on."

At the periphery of the atmosphere, Dante, who held his head with his legs raised, tilted his head and looked at the atmosphere below.

Compared to the troubles he encountered on this planet, he has been able to stay outside the atmosphere and is still relatively safe at present.

"Then you should stay for a while, and wait for the sandstorm to pass before letting me pick you up, right?"

Choosing to carry out a login operation at this time is not a wise choice, so just to prevent it, Dante asked if the other party needed to ask for evacuation.

After hearing what Dante said, Kun En smiled rarely on his face.

"I'm afraid, this is not that easy. When we encounter trouble, you have to come down quickly and pick us up."

Dante started to do such a request, and this time he took a very serious attitude and asked.

"You are really sure you want to make me land in this sandstorm weather. You're not kidding, right?!"

"Yes, come down."

Then the rest of things are no longer necessary to use any other excessive considerations for the problem.

Realizing that time was a very precious existence, Dante did not refuse at all and immediately drove the modified Banshee warship back to the sandstorm.

And now Claire pedestrians who can do nothing can be hid at the end of the parking entrance on the elevator shaft at this time.

Nearly two kilometers below the elevator shaft, the alien insects continued the battle as they imagined as the last guards in the base.

And in those two pieces, which may be covered by hundreds of tons of metal plates, sandstorms at speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour are raging hundreds of billions of tons of sand.

They could not move forward and retreat, and could only stay in this position in front of them at this moment, waiting, Dante drove the banshee warship to greet them.

These sand grains look ordinary, but they rotate back and forth in a hurricane of hundreds of kilometers per hour, like the best washing spray gun.

The outer coating of the Banshee Battleship was painted with all colors bit by bit by bit by the sand, and even the protective coating was scraped down by the endless sand.

It's like slowly cutting a piece of soap with a knife, this situation doesn't seem to be a good thing.

"I have to say, Claire, if you find your ship turned into a bare, shiny metal shell, it's definitely not what I did."

In this super strong wind sculpture, the driver of the Banshee warship seemed to be trying to divert his nervousness. Dante opened the communication system and said to Claire.

This kind of sandstorm weather that allows fighter jets to cross is itself a difficult act.

It is already difficult to maintain the Banshee warship with all its might.

Claire could also imagine what kind of treatment his daughter would be treated in such a bad atmosphere.

"Don't worry, I'll take this account on Kun'en's head." Claire, he smiled and answered calmly in the communication channel.

As the Banshee warship gradually lowered its height, at a sufficiently low altitude, something beyond the sand began to appear in the dim sky where nothing could be seen.

A thorn snake that could be about 20 meters long had been rolled away in the air. Suddenly, it flashed through the transparent observation window in front of me. The thorn snake seemed to realize that it could catch something.

It stretched out its sharp claws, but it could not get rid of the reverse airflow between the powerful thruster of the Banshee warship and the dust storm.

In the end, it was almost the facial bone armor, pressed tightly against the observation window, and took a little bit away from the edge.

And at this time, he seemed to be notifying his companions, and screamed and then was dragged into a deeper sandstorm.

“It’s really disgusting…”

Looking at the dark green blood stains left on the observation window in front of me, it was obvious that the thorn snake seemed to be in a sandstorm. I don’t know what I had hit me before and was injured.

Regarding this disgusting color, calmness subconsciously made such a statement.

"What did you say?"

Claire was a little worried about the problems his spacecraft might encounter, so he listened very seriously to every word Dante said on the channel.

This is really a bit too much.

"I'm sorry, brother, but I have to say, why can't you put a wiper on your ship?!"

In a joking gesture, Dante was so joking to relieve Claire's nervousness.

This inexplicable request made Claire frown. He couldn't understand why Dante had such strange thoughts about things.

“Is something going on?”

Looking at the dazzling dark green blood in front of me, if I don’t use a wiper or pour some water, I can’t clean it.

Dante felt that the other party didn't seem to understand the joke he was making at this time, so he said in a very normal tone.

"It's no big deal, but a thorn snake licked it from the left to the right along the window with its tongue."

After a slight pause, Dante said as if he was full of evil.

"I think you'd better have a look!"

I could never imagine why Dante was able to drive this not-so-large banshee warship so calmly in such a terrible weather while making such jokes.

But at this time, I seemed to think of something.

He showed his face, as if he knew each other and felt a very disgusting expression.

Claire's inner pressure, which felt a little nervous, was relieved a lot at this moment.

And it seemed as if at this time that the other party was joking, and he also made his own reply.

"That suggestion sounds good. I'm afraid you can only watch the saliva of the thorn slowly unfold before I install the wiper."

The two of them seemed to have a knowing joke, instantly filling the channel with a sense of joy.

...

In the end, Dante was indeed like the situation he boasted about, a poet who traveled between heaven and hell.

Even in such an extremely harsh weather storm, the spacecraft could be driven smoothly, slowly landed on the surface and hovered.

"I have reached your signal coordinates and prepare to board the ship!"

At this time, Kun'en had just opened the gate of the base, and did not dare to hesitate at all, so he ran towards the firelight that the engine was spraying in the sandstorm.

Even a little obsession can cause unexpected things to become reality.

The door to the base that opened was quickly, and it was gradually obscured by the dust storm.

It probably won't take long to see anything clearly.

In this extremely harsh weather, Dante could hover the small spacecraft he was driving in less than one meter from the ground, and then pick up Claire and his group.

Claire turned his head and glanced at it for a last moment, then ran towards the hovering Banshee battleship.

After closing the hatch door, Dante seemed to have long been used to the uncontrollable spaceship in the sandstorm. He kicked the accelerator and pulled the propulsion engine of the Banshee warship, and lifted the Banshee warplane.

Shuttle through it calmly, nothing could stop him.

Relieve from the somewhat nervous and depressed emotions, looking calm, this skilled and calm driving technique.

Claire seemed to want to get rid of the nightmare through his own actions, and spoke.

"I have to say that your driving skills are really not very good."
To be continued...