The light black fog is hard to see in the night. Even if it is seen, it is difficult for the armed bandits on the ground to react to it.
On the other side of the desert battlefield, Merlin drove the shaking black mist, shrouded in a group of masked bandits charging, like the fog that descended on the battlefield.
Amid the shouts of the masked bandits, the magic-filled black mist became hot at this moment. The light like red embers shone in the black smoke, like a jumping band of light.
That is a fatal light for ordinary people.
Merlin doesn't even need to perform the second-stage damage of the magic explosion. He just needs to maintain this high-temperature hot mist to make these fierce militants lose their combat effectiveness due to dehydration and burns.
He has been fighting difficult aliens almost all these years, so that Merlin ignored how deadly the high temperature is for ordinary people.
He no longer distinguished the enemy in detail, but quickly spread the scorching mist, covering everyone in a area, as if he had put them in an oven.
Under the cover of high-temperature fog, gunshots and mortar explosions were endless, but bullets, shells, and even anti-tank rockets could not hurt Merlin. He maintained the release of the scorching but not fatal high temperature. Until one minute later, Merlin took back the fog, and within a range of nearly 100 meters around him, nearly 200 people were lying in a row.
Among them are soldiers and militants from the Ten Rings Gang.
Everyone was covered with burns caused by high temperatures and weakness caused by rapid dehydration. Everyone lost their combat power and almost no one could stand up again.
Both of them failed, but they finally saved their lives.
"Lying here, someone will save you."
Meilin looked around and ignored the Ten Rings militants on the ground who had lost their combat effectiveness, nor did he make up for them.
He did not come for murder. In addition to venting his anger, he was also a waste of time.
Merlin turned his gaze to the canyon farther away. In the sight of Raven Spirit Victor, there were chaotic sounds and shining flames in the canyon. The low explosion of the rapid-fire cannon came from afar, which was another battlefield.
And it seems to be even larger than the battle outside the canyon.
This is a good thing.
This shows that the number of soldiers surviving exceeded Merlin's imagination, which means that the progress of things is not bad.
Merlin knew that the canyon was full of caves. If the soldiers who fell into the trap could effectively utilize the terrain, their chances of survival were not low.
"May you rest in peace."
Merlin looked back at the desert that had become calm. In this less than an hour of fire exchange, both sides sacrificed more than 300 lives in this desert.
Merlin tried his best to save less than 100 soldiers.
Blood, the blood from both sides, had already filled every gravel in the desert before he arrived.
As the light of the shapeshift curse shines, Merlin quickly leaves the battlefield outside the canyon and throws the soldiers who have lost their combat power into this desert full of smoke.
Billy and Frank have already set out, and at the speed of their helicopter, they will be here in more than 20 minutes.
They will clean up the mess.
In the canyon base of the Ten Rings Gang, dozens of soldiers who broke through the chaos were defending the entrance of the canyon. They paid a tragic price to grab a rapid-fire cannon from the militants of the Ten Rings Gang.
Relying on this heavy and powerful weapon, they struggled to block the attack of the militants who rushed out of the canyon.
But the problem is that the ammunition of this cannon is limited. Once the ammunition is exhausted, what awaits them will be surrounded and annihilated by several times the enemy.
“rpg!!”
A strange howling sounded over the heads of the soldiers in a panic. With a scream, everyone lowered their heads and made a dodge. The rocket that was fired almost wiped their positions and landed on the ground further behind the canyon.
Between the close-range explosion and the explosion, an unlucky guy was hit by the explosion shock wave and couldn't catch the cover, and screamed and fell from the cliff.
This is just the beginning.
Below the canyon, several militants holding anti-tank rockets had already targeted the group of guys who were fighting stubbornly.
This round of volleys can completely kill them!
In the middle of the canyon, Ibn, who came to replace Abbas to lead the warriors of Mandarin, the bald young man wearing a white traditional Arab robe. He stroked the silver emerald ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and looked at the soldiers on his side who fired the deadliest weapon. There was a smile on his gloomy face that was sure to hold.
"The Americans finished the real war and will begin."
"We're fucked!"
On the cliff position, watching the rockets dragging their long tail flames towards the temporary position of the cliff, the medical soldier Ket, whose face was covered in blood, said to his comrades beside him:
"I'm honored to work with you."
A few wounded soldiers lay beside him, including a female soldier with a bloody face.
They all closed their eyes and waited for the arrival of death.
However, in this cold and death-filled night, the goddess of luck was probably standing by the soldiers who were heading for the end.
Just before the whistling anti-tank rockets were about to hit the cliff position, Merlin's figure appeared in front of the group of desperate soldiers in the distorted light.
"wingardiumleviosa! (Suspended Curse)"
The moment it appeared, the wand in Merlin's hand swung towards the missile flying from below. In the dark red light that ordinary people were invisible, a large-scale floating curse was thrown on the shells of the missiles.
At the same time, a blue arc was jumping on Merlin's watch in his left hand, and the miniature "Gaia" system built into the watch was activated. The gravity in front of Merlin's eyes was rapidly changed at this moment.
The suspension spell made the precisely flying missiles lose their stability, and the abnormal gravity caused the missiles to lift upwards by nearly 30° in a strange direction. Their propellers are still working, and they push the imbalanced missiles to make Brownian movements in the air.
As the soldiers waiting for death were staring stunned, the missiles that came with death were like turning a corner in the air and flew out toward the sky.
Merlin's wrist turned again, and the controlled suspended curse changed direction. The few missiles that flew into the sky out of control, drew a parabola in the air and rolled and fell into the canyon.
"boom!!!"
At a location 200 meters ahead of Meilin, a violent fire exploded, and more than a dozen unexpectedly caught Ten Rings militants were involved, unable to even leave their last words, and died in the roaring explosion.
The dead bones remain.
"It's you!"
Cote recognized Merlin at the first time. Isn’t this the tavern owner in Kandahar City?
"Go away!"
Merlin didn't have time to reminisce with Cote. He said to the soldiers who had been exhausted until now:
"The battlefield outside the canyon has been cleared, go there and wait for reinforcements. I will help you stop them."
"We can still fight!"
A young man with short hair shouted:
“We can help you”
"You are just a burden to stay here!"
Merlin yelled:
"On the battlefield outside, there are more than 100 wounded people who need your help, so get out! Don't drag me down!"
"Stop quarrel, go!"
At this moment, the medical soldier Cot burst out with a decisive choice. He shouted, carried the wounded soldiers beside him and stood up. He said to Merlin:
"Thank you, Mr. Yuri."
"Call me Merlin."
Merlin said without looking back, and then the smoke dissipated in front of the soldiers, like thick fog that suddenly appeared, quickly blocking the passages on both sides of the canyon cliff.
This black smoke could not block the bullets, but unless these soldiers of the Ten Rings could fly over with their wings, they would have to find a way to pass through the ever-heavy fog if they wanted to chase the tired soldiers.
Merlin, of course, wouldn't let them pass so easily.
The most important thing is that the last group of alive soldiers have begun to transfer. After they all retreat, Meilin can let go and solve the problem between him and the Ten Rings Gang.
"What is that?"
In the middle of the canyon, the bald young man Ibn with a ring witnessed the scene just now almost throughout the whole process.
A hint of surprise appeared on his gloomy face. He looked at the black smoke that blocked the exit of the canyon like a wall. Under the moonlight, the smoke churned, revealing an extreme unknown.
As the most loyal follower of Mandalin, the leader of the Ten Rings Gang and one of the students taught by Mandalin himself, Ibn knew that there were supernatural forces in this world.
But he did not expect that in Afghanistan, a remote area, when he was only one step away from completing the mission of Mandarin, a strange creature would appear.
At this moment, a hint of anger flashed across Ibn's gloomy face, but he did not lose his mind.
The bald young man in a robe stroked the silver emerald ring on his finger. After a moment, he said to the adjutant beside him:
"Send someone into the fog!"
"Chief, we know nothing about that thing, so we just send people in like this, I'm afraid."
The adjutant with the white hat was a little hesitant, but the next moment, Ibn's tone became sinister:
"I said it! Send someone in! Which word do you don't understand?"
The adjutant was startled. He knew Ibn's identity and he did not dare to contradict this young man with a promising future and a snake-like appearance. He hurried out, and a few minutes later, five unlucky guys were selected.
With the "encouragement" of more than a dozen barrels behind, the five recruits were covered with yellow bomb bags, holding the guns timidly, and slowly walked towards the black mist shrouded on the edge of the canyon.
Their faces were full of horror. Even if they knew nothing about supernatural powers, they knew that the black fog in front of them was definitely not a good thing.
As the other people watched, the five guys walked into the fog, as if they had walked into a silent death zone.
In front of the fog, everyone retreated more than ten meters away, and then held their breath and waited for the result.
A few seconds later, a rapid, fear-filled scream rang out of the fog, scaring everyone, and then a headless corpse was thrown out of the fog and hit them straight at their feet.
The worst thing is that the bomb bag on the corpse has been activated.
"boom"
With a loud bang, the moment before the fire rose, the adjutant in the white hat pounced on his back and escaped the fatal crisis through the human wall.
But the others around him were not so lucky.
Meilin looked coldly at the Ten Rings members who died in the explosion in front of him. At his feet, the bodies of the "predators" were lying there, their eyes widened, and the last fear of the end of their lives remained in their eyes.
"Everyone from the Ten Rings Gang deserves to die!"
Merlin whispered that he really lacked a trace of favor for these lawless guys. These distorted scumbags can only bring endless pain to the innocent.
Behind him, the soldiers had retreated hundreds of meters away, which was already a safe distance.
Merlin raised his hands and the black mist around him rolled up suddenly, and he didn't plan to wait any longer.
Tonight, let this canyon full of sin turn into history.
However, at the same time when the fog in Merlin was rolling, at the entrance of a cave dozens of meters away from the fog, the bald Ibn, who quickly came here through the passage, also stretched out his left hand.
He hid in the shadow of the hole, and balls of blue and purple electric arcs were leaping on his fingers, like lightning bolts ready to go.
The ring on his finger was given by the great Mandarin. Although Ibn only has the right to use and no control, since Mandarin gave him this ring, it means that Mandarin is sure that no matter what happened in Afghanistan, Ibn can handle it when he holds the ring.
Ibn had never had contact with supernatural creatures, and he didn't know how much energy it would take to face the moving fog.
But he knew one truth: if he wanted to attack, he would do his best to give his best if he had the first attack!
So, it took him nearly 2 seconds to accumulate the lightning power on the ring to the limit he could control.
"Ba,ba,ba"
The concentrated blue-purple arc penetrated the surrounding air at this moment, causing Ibn to smell a burnt smell. When he realized that his power was no longer controlled, he turned his fingers to the increasingly active thick fog.
The next moment, the dazzling lightning, like a sharp sword that tore apart the sky, shot out towards Meilin at this moment!
Almost at the same time, Merlin also raised her head suddenly. The jumping light illuminated the thick fog that he had transformed into. In Merlin's perception, the power contained in the lightning.
It's comparable to Carol's full-strength attack in normal form!
Danger!
Chapter completed!