Chapter 44, Howling Wind Envoy
"Those monsters have already attracted most of the Governor's soldiers' firepower. What are we waiting for?"
In the dense forest not far away, three people in gray and white robes stood on the branches, looking at the battlefield in the distance.
There was a breeze surrounding them, blocking their vision and making it difficult to observe them from a distance. Even with Gu Hang's spiritual vision, he did not notice that there were people standing here.
These three are none other than the apostles of the original Angry Owl sect.
The leader was unusually tall, and it was quite incongruous for him to stand on the branch. But if you looked closely, you would know that he was not simply standing, he just had the tip of one foot on the branch. A whitish wind was under his feet, supporting his body.
More like floating.
Few people knew his real name, but his code name within the sect was well-known.
He is one of the twelve great executive gods, the Howling Wind God.
Although they are not involved in specific practical matters, they have strong fighting power.
In the Original Wrathful Owl sect, all the twelve great executors were truly blessed by the Original Wrathful Owl and were able to use powerful storm magic. In the entire sect, their lofty status was second only to the four high priests.
But at this moment, the Howling Wind God was a little hesitant.
Hearing the question from the attendant priest behind him, he responded, "It's not a good opportunity now. The impact of this abscess monster is much smaller than we expected. The guards around the governor are not in chaos at all."
The priest who had spoken earlier spoke again: "But... Lord God's Envoy, are we going to give up this opportunity?"
This question caused the Howling Wind God to fall silent.
The man waited for a moment and could not help but speak again: "This is a mission personally assigned by High Priest Cui Kao. It is related to God's great cause in Fuxing City."
The Howling Wind Envoy still did not speak.
The third person next to him spoke: "Don't interfere with the God's thinking."
The former's face froze, and he added, "Sorry, I didn't mean to question anything, I was just a little anxious. The controller we got from the School of Life is already overloaded. We can't maintain this scale of control for more than ten minutes at most..."
"Quiet." The third priest interrupted him again, "You don't need to say more. We all know. Let the Lord Messenger of God make the decision."
The man finally shut up.
A few minutes later, the tallest and most powerful Howling Wind Messenger standing at the front finally sighed.
"Let's go. Today is the day we sacrifice ourselves for the storm."
The two people behind were startled when they heard this.
From what the Lord God's messenger said...devote yourself? There is a high possibility that you will never come back?
Has it reached this point?
But there was no time for them to think too much now.
The Howling Wind Envoy jumped off the branch first. The wind that had been carrying him floating on the branch suddenly became more violent, and it changed into the appearance of a giant storm eagle, uttered a clear cry, and flew forward with the Howling Wind Envoy on its back.
The other two priests hurried to catch up. They also summoned out the Storm Eagle and flew straight to catch up.
The three of them formed a V-shape and rushed rapidly towards the human soldiers' position not far away.
Not long after they began their movement, the Governor's soldiers discovered their tracks.
It is hard not to notice that there are three storm eagles in total, one big and two small, with a person on board. It is too conspicuous.
Immediately, bullets covered the three of them.
However, it didn't work very well.
It is not easy to hit a moving target or a high-speed flying object. The training package provided by the system is to make all soldiers qualified soldiers within a few days, but this does not mean that every qualified soldier is a sharpshooter who can hit the target every time. Most people cannot guarantee accuracy when shooting at objects that are not close and are flying at high speed.
Even if they were machine gunning or chasing them, the effect was very poor.
Of course, with bullets flying everywhere and the number increasing, you will always encounter them.
However, the attacks of the abscess monsters on the ground were still fierce, and most of the firepower still needed to be used to suppress these enemies. Only a few people were able to turn their guns to shoot at the three unknown creatures flying from the sky.
There are not many of them to begin with, and with the poor accuracy, even fewer can actually hit the target.
Specially trained precision shooters in the army and the Marines can guarantee a certain hit rate, but soldiers with this ability are still too rare.
Moreover, even if it is hit by a stray bullet or a bullet fired by a precision shooter, it will not be of much use.
Even Wohan, who was granted the power of storm magic just because he paid enough money, could use the wind shield to block the concentrated fire of several electromagnetic rifles for several seconds, not to mention a messenger and two official priests.
Under the wings of the Storm Eagle, the power of the wind surrounded the three of them. The few bullets that hit them had no effect on them at all, and they were all bounced off.
The Howling Wind God, along with two priests, rode the Storm Eagle over the Governor's troops' position.
They began to circle.
Then, the wind started to blow.
A white storm enveloped the area below.
Wind, in theory, has no color, it is just the flow of air. But the strong wind that came out of their hands was accompanied by white mist.
The fog that came with the strong wind was not cold or moist, but instead had a kind of cutting feeling.
Not to mention the slight pain when the wind touched their faces, many soldiers were even blown to and fro by the strong wind.
Then, as the strong wind blew, the fog became thicker and thicker, and within a few minutes it had already blocked the vision.
Direct casualties were not great for the time being. Many people were cut by the wind that contained extraordinary energy, leaving small wounds on their bodies, but these wounds were certainly far from fatal.
If these three evil priests and messengers compress the scope of the storm to a smaller area, then these small wounds can really kill people, just like Lingchi.
But not now.
Rather than just killing a small number of the big-headed soldiers, the storm magic they released was more intended to interfere with the human soldiers below who were continuing to fight, allowing the abscess monsters on the periphery to break through their defenses.
That's more efficient.
The three of them hovered above the position, casting evil storm spells that actually affected the soldiers' firepower output.
Being blown all over the place, it was difficult for them to stand steadily, and it was painful when the wind blew on exposed skin such as the face... These factors made it impossible for the soldiers to shoot properly.
The white fog that came with the wind and drifted wildly also affected visibility.
When the soldiers' firepower was greatly weakened, a large number of monsters broke through and approached!
(End of this chapter)
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