Chapter 608

The sun rose quickly, and the scorching sun cast a dazzling and hot sunlight in the sky, shining on the hunter's arms and forehead. In just a short moment of exposure, the hunter's head was already full of sweat beads the size of beans. He felt a tingling and hoarseness in his throat, and his skin was burning.

But he couldn't put on a helmet. Yes, he should wear it, but now is not a good time. The hunter stood on the sand beside the truck and looked at the people on the sand dunes in front of him.

They stood on the high sand slope, aiming their guns at the people beside the truck. The hunter looked around at the mysterious people. They all wore hoods, tight clothes, cloaks, and their faces were wrapped with headscarves, revealing only a pair of eyes wearing goggles.

Those eyes were hidden in the sunlight. Under the mirror that reflected the bright beam of light on one side, there was only the black muzzle of the gun, standing like a slender gun barrel under the hot light of the sun.

The muzzles of the guns were smooth and clean, like snow-white spears. The people wearing cloaks held them, revealing a piece of armor that looked like some kind of armor under the cloaks. The whole body was snow-white, and a phoenix with wings spread around the chest.

The Destroyer threw away the bucket. The water spilled under his feet had long been swallowed by the desert. He grabbed the machine gun hanging beside his leg and raised the muzzle to point at the people on the sand dune above, but suddenly a dull roar instantly attracted the attention of the Destroyer and his comrades behind him. They looked at the sand dune on the side.

The source of the roaring sound appeared on the sand dune. It was some kind of giant lizard walking on two legs. They were as tall as a salamander. Their strong bodies were covered with muscles covered with scales. Layers of scales sparkled in the sun. The slender and short claws hung on their chests. The sharp barbed claws could instantly disembowel a fully armed soldier.

Thick sebum covered the slender heads, and sticky saliva dripped from their bloody mouths. A pair of huge horns grew out from their heads in a winding manner. The ends of the curved horns were tied with reins, connecting and fixing the reins below and the mounts at the back.

Their riders sat on the backs of the beasts, with their legs on the saddle belts, standing up with their slender hunting rifles aimed at the hunters below. The latter suddenly pressed the pistols on their waists, and the beasts instantly noticed this move, opened their bloody mouths and burst out deafening roars from behind their sharp teeth.

Those riders were obviously well-trained. They completed a tight encirclement in a very short time. The hunters looked at the eager bipedal war beasts, who threw the ground with their strong legs and feet, exhaled hot air from their bloody mouths, and stared at the hunters with their eyes, as if they were going to tear them into pieces in the next moment.

The hunter thought for a while and let go of the gun. He signaled the Destroyer to put down the gun as well. The latter looked at the hunter, then at the roaring bipedal beasts and put down the gun.

The crosshairs trotted over with the muzzle of the gun lowered. He was wearing a cloak and was swept up by the heat waves on the gradually hot sand. He was wearing a helmet, and his face was hidden under the translucent glass cover. He looked quite similar to those mysterious people.

"What's the situation?" The hunter asked. As the crosshairs came over, he vigilantly scanned the people surrounding them with his eyes, "I shot at a person, but he didn't die."

This explained everything. The crosshairs never missed. The hunter knew that if he wanted to shoot a person's head through, then that person would definitely die, but if he missed, the hunter knew what kind of existence those who could make the crosshairs miss would be.

He turned his sweaty face and looked up at the people on the sand dunes. The hunter tried to figure out who they were, but it was useless. Their faces were tightly hidden, but they could see their every move through the goggles.

Yarik's mechanical arm moved slightly, attracting a large number of aimed guns. Those weapons looked more like weapons than those of the desert barbarians before.

"What do you think?" The hunter asked the crosshair behind him, who came closer and whispered in the hunter's ear, as if to prevent those with keen senses from hearing, "Do their weapons look like they were put together randomly? Complete assembly, buckle and magazine, no dust in the barrel, it seems to have been maintained."

"There are not many people who can maintain weapons in this place."

"Who do you think they are? The remaining imperial forces in the local area?"

"No, no, the empire does not have soldiers riding bipedal war beasts. It is possible that they are the planet's defense forces, but they definitely do not look like the defense forces."

"Who are they then?"

"Do you remember the people in the information that the technician told us before? Those."

The hunter was suddenly interrupted when he heard a loud shout. A man walked down the sand dune, followed by several armed men. They slowly approached, and the sand slope slid under their feet, like a tall building about to collapse.

But the sand dune will not collapse. Along with those footprints that are conspicuous in the sun, the wind and sand will soon bury those marks. The sandstorm may have gathered on the horizon. This is not a good place for both sides, so the other side is obviously determined to interrupt the confrontation and solve the problem in a more direct way.

Fortunately, they seemed to have chosen to talk. The hunter motioned to the King of Destruction to lower his gun, and the latter did so. The hunter turned his head and glanced at the crosshair, "Tell the technician to take care of the commander, I will handle it here." "You don't speak their language." "Then you better hope we can work it out. If things go wrong, you know what to do."

"Understood." Crosshair replied, his finger gently pressed on the trigger. He hid the second half of the sniper rifle under his cloak and stood behind the hunter. The hunter stepped forward and walked towards the man who was approaching. The two sides met at the edge of the desert ground next to the truck.

The armed men behind the man spread out around, holding their guns like crosshairs and the King of Destruction waiting behind them, while others walked further, closer to the truck, checking the area around the armored fighting vehicle. The windows of the truck were closed, and everything inside was unknown to the outside.

The armed officers carefully and vigilantly inspected every corner of the truck, especially those places where guns might be hidden. After they inspected it, they nodded in this direction. The man wearing a hood with a face on his face Only the hooded man looked towards the hunter.

"Taylor, Monta, Rita." He said this, obviously in the local language, but the hunter felt that he had seen it before. He seemed to have passed somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where. But one thing is for sure, The memories that can be recalled at this time are definitely not good things.

The hunter put his hand behind his back and made a gesture. The crosshair looked at the hunter's gesture, and his finger quietly pressed on the trigger. He took a step forward and got close behind the hunter.

"I am the Imperial Astra Militarum, the captain of the Storm Troopers special team. You can call me Hunter. Behind me are my team members. We are here in the name of the Supreme Marshal to detect and identify the alien alien invaders that have invaded this planet. , we have no interest in your land or rule, and we have no intention of intervening. "

The hunter responded, and the man tilted his head in confusion. He didn't understand. It was obvious, but this was not what the hunter expected. He continued, gesturing to the truck behind him, "This truck is the truck we came from. It was taken from a group of local desert raiders. Maybe they are enemies of you, but believe me, we have nothing to do with them. There are also locals in the carriage, and they can testify for us."

When the hunter motioned to the truck, the man looked up and signaled something to his men beside the truck. He jumped on the truck and opened the armored window blocking it. He pulled it twice but did not open it. , pulled out the scimitar from the cloak at the waist and pried it open directly, and inside the window, a black hole in the muzzle of the gun was waiting for him.

Echo stretched out the barrel of the gun from inside, and pointed the muzzle at the man's chest. He was startled and then jumped back suddenly. With an amazing agility, the man flipped back in the air and landed on the ground. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and aimed it at Echo in the car, and all his companions around him also raised their guns.

Not only that, this seemed to be a chain reaction. Everyone on the surrounding sand dunes raised their guns. They all aimed at the echo. The bipedal mount that sat down let out a deafening roar, with sharp fangs in its mouth. Vibrating with roar.

The man in front of the hunter immediately took a step back. He pulled out the pistol on his waist and aimed it at the hunter's head. The sight behind the latter also instantly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the man's head. Almost at the same time, several guns He also pointed at the crosshair, but he didn't even look at it. In his eyes, there was only the crosshair aimed from the side of the hunter's head.

The bipedal war beasts following behind them immediately stepped forward. They opened their huge mouths towards the hunter, their long tongues trembling with the roar, and the short sharp claws on their abdomens that looked like rickets also instantly lifted up and changed into It was as straight and sharp as a long knife, and the sharp claws shone with a cold light.

The beasts rushed towards the hunter, biting the hunter's head with their huge mouths. The latter pulled out his pistol and aimed at the bipedal beast that was charging towards him.

"Chivassus! Ann, Draing!" Suddenly the cab door of the truck was opened, and the slave girl jumped out. She looked around at the mysterious dune people around her, and then towards the one in front of the hunter. The mysterious man ran away.

The man suddenly raised a fisted hand, and the two war beasts behind him stopped instantly. They stopped behind the man, but they still did not calm down. They bent down and swung their tall bodies with their hands. The giant maw roared at the hunter, its giant claws clawed at the sand, and its razor-like claws swung back and forth on both sides of the hunter.

The hunter looked at the girl, came to the man, and talked to him using sign language. The hunter couldn't understand what they were saying. She reached out to a tall war beast, and the latter bent down like a docile hound. Let her touch the side of its head and scratch its lower parts.

The girl held the head of the war beast, then raised her head and spoke quickly to the mysterious man. The hunter frowned and looked at them. After glancing at the war beasts that were not advancing, he also put away his pistol. , he looked back and saw the technician also jumping down.

"Aren't you supposed to take care of the commander inside?" Crosshair asked. At the hunter's signal, he lowered the muzzle of the gun so that the man could concentrate on talking to the little girl. The technician also looked over there, "Commander's The situation is stable, she will be fine, and besides, there's not much else I can do."

"Oh, her condition is not good at all." A mysterious voice suddenly came from beside the technician and the sight. They looked over and saw the person whose face looked like a mirror.