People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 716: Three people on the run

Vina's eyes went dark and a noisy buzzing sound kept echoing in her ears.

She was a little dazed and felt her mind was scattered. She could only vaguely hear someone calling her in the distance.

Gradually, Vina's lost senses slowly returned, and she found herself being carried on someone's shoulders and moved quickly.

The sound of wind reappeared, along with the roar of various Originium techniques.

"Vina, wake up!"

"Morgan?"

Vina's vision also became clear from blurry, but she found that the person in front of her was not Morgan.

"Mandela, what are you doing?"

"Are you blown up?"

Mandela was carrying Vina, and when he heard this question, he immediately looked unhappy: "You were attacked by the witchcraft of the Sarkaz, and flew directly into the air, flying very high!

If I hadn't stopped you with a stone pillar in time, you would have been swept into the turbulence and disappeared. You might even have fallen into the lair of the Sarkaz."

"Where's Morgan?" Vina asked.

"I'm here." Morgan caught up from behind, "I just used Originium explosives to hold back the Sarkaz pursuers, but it won't delay them for long."

Vina patted her furry head hard and finally recovered her fragmented memory.

After she accompanied the Doctor onto Windermere's battleship, the Doctor seemed to have forgotten her and did not continue to assign her any operational instructions.

Mandela also had the same experience as her.

The two were on Windermere's warship, one was the crown prince holding the national sword, and the other was a Deep Pool man who intended to split Victoria. Although Windermere's soldiers did not give them special treatment, they still kept their distance intentionally or unintentionally.

Morgan and his companions were also implicated. They chatted idly on the battleship until the war broke out, and then evacuated from the main ship under Windermere's command.

As a result, not long after, a force that Vina could not understand erupted in the canyon where the airship crashed, and everyone was teleported away, including herself.

In this place where the rules have become completely chaotic, Vina didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear that she would fly to a height of ten thousand meters and fall freely in the next second.

But she was also lucky. After wandering around cautiously for a while, she met Mandela and Morgan. After the three of them met up and were about to look for other people, they were attacked by a group of Sarkaz.

The memories ended here, Vina let out a breath, and her weak body gradually regained strength.

"This won't work. We must find a way to get rid of the Sarkaz."

Vina was carried on Mandela's shoulders and tried her best to turn her head to observe the pursuers behind her.

Mandela was dissatisfied with Vina's movement and pinched her thigh flesh:

"Don't say such meaningless nonsense. You are not a high-ranking figure now. Either make effective suggestions or lie still and don't move."

Vina gasped in pain.

Morgan casually dropped another Originium bomb and asked:

"Mandela, can't you fly?"

"Now?" Mandela's eyes widened. "Who knows what strange things I'll encounter when I fly. I don't want to dive into a rock."

"Make a big explosion." Vina suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

Mandela was puzzled, but Morgan beside her immediately understood Vina's plan.

"Use explosions to figure out the rules of the chaos nearby?" Morgan frowned, "But this could easily affect us, and it might also attract other Sarkaz teams.

Small-scale combat is beneficial to the Sarkaz, and now the Sarkaz are actively looking for us."

Vina said firmly: "But if we continue to be in a stalemate, we will be caught up by the Sarkaz sooner or later. Making a noise can not only help us find the way forward, but also may attract Victoria's team.

Continuing to escape will only delay the arrival of death. We must take a gamble on the efficiency of Victoria's soldiers. Windermere is the Duke of Guards, and the soldiers under her will never be easily defeated.

I believe they have gathered enough people, collected weapons and are looking for an opportunity to strike back!"

"You are totally gambling with your life!" Mandela said dissatisfiedly.

"We are now in a situation where we have to risk our lives!"

"..."

Mandela took a deep breath and said angrily, "I've had enough of you. It's just a little noise. Keep your bombs!"

She threw Vina to Morgan, then clenched her staff and activated the Originium technique.

The surrounding sand and gravel received the call and automatically gathered around Mandela, lifting her up and slowly floating her at a height close to the ground.

"Let me go!"

With a low shout from Mandela, a sandstorm quickly spread out from her center.

In order to ensure that the sandstorm spreads to a large enough scale, Mandela gave up its lethality. These sands and stones would at most cause some pain on people, but they spread at an alarming speed.

In the dust, strange holes of various sizes appeared, swallowing up all the dust that approached.

Before Mandela could show any joy on her face, a crossbow arrow pierced through the sandstorm and flew past her shoulder.

Mandela was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

As she made her move, her position was completely exposed to the Sarkaz chasing her from behind.

"You can't let me be a sitting duck by myself!"

Mandela complained, waved his hand and condensed a stone pillar to lift up Vina and the other two, and moved quickly with them.

The Sarkaz in the back kept shooting crossbow arrows to try to shoot Mandela down, but they were all killed by Morgan.

Vina discovered that the hammer in her hand when she was unconscious had disappeared, so she could only take off the Breath of Kings and use it as a temporary weapon to help Morgan share the pressure.

"It seems to be worse than I thought."

After Vina cut down another crossbow arrow, she looked at the pursuers behind her and the turbulent space whose positions were revealed by the wind and sand, and her face looked a little ugly:

"These turbulences actually change over time, continue to expand, and even produce new individuals. How long can you hold on, Mandela?"

"I'm going to call Qi Yan in five minutes." Mandela said with a dark face.

Vina and Morgan understood what she meant and fell into deep thought while blocking the arrows.

Just after Vina cut off the arrow again, she suddenly felt her body tilted and was almost thrown out.

"what happened?"

"…see for yourself."

Mandela stopped the stone pillar and let out a sigh of despair.

Vina followed Mandela's gaze, and then her golden pupils suddenly contracted.

In her sight, the sky full of yellow sand seemed to be swallowed by an invisible big mouth, and this big mouth was still expanding towards the three people.

Morgan watched as the Sarkaz team that was chasing them turned around and fled, sheathed her weapon and looked back at the time turbulence that was approaching her.

"I hope the next time we open our eyes we won't be in free fall," Morgan said with a smile.

"I don't want to gamble my life." Mandela took a deep breath and then shouted at the top of her lungs, "Qi Yan, save me!"

But soon Mandela discovered in despair that her own cries were actually coming back from below.

Her face turned pale immediately, and she said miserably:

"Why did this kind of shit happen when it was my turn to call Qi Yan? I haven't even returned to the deep pool yet."

Morgan sat down on the stone pillar summoned by Mandela and said with a wry smile:

“You may be able to hurry up and make a wish. This turbulence will carry you to the Deep Pool leader, so you can cling to him again. But I didn’t see the Deep Pool team from beginning to end. They may not have entered yet.

I just want to wish that we can die far away, so that Hannah and the others won’t see my body smashed into a pulp.”

"Don't give up!" Vina insisted.

"I told you, don't imitate those big shots and shout these meaningless empty slogans!"

Mandela became increasingly dissatisfied with Vina and turned to yell at her to vent his emotions.

After being yelled at by Mandela, Vina's expression was a little gloomy, and she was at a loss as to what to do while holding the Breath of Kings in her hand.

She realized that Mandela was right to yell, but she didn't have the Doctor's brains or Qi Yan's strength, and she had no idea how to deal with the situation.

Morgan, who was standing by, reached out and held Vina's wrist, opening his mouth to say something soothing.

But no matter how Morgan spoke, she could not make any sound, as if even her voice was sucked away by the temporal turbulence that had expanded to the top of her head.

Morgan sighed in his heart, holding Vina's wrist and looking up at the impending fate.

The yellow sand was gradually swallowed up, and Morgan felt that she could touch the time turbulence with her hand. The violent suction force had enveloped her, and the light around her began to dim.

Just when Morgan was about to lose all vision and be completely swallowed by the darkness, she suddenly found that she seemed to see Qi Yan's figure.

Morgan blinked hard, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

But in the blink of an eye, Qi Yan disappeared, and the only person who appeared in front of her was the Sarkaz Demon King whom she had seen once on the airship.