Accompanied by the dazzling flash of teleportation, the suddenly expanding air let out a piercing scream, squeezing out a giant hemispherical hole in the dust and sand in the sky. But they were soon overwhelmed by the sandstorm again. There was no protection for them.
To ordinary people, the sand and gravel carried by this storm are like rapidly flying needles, repeatedly tearing the skin until the flesh and blood are peeled off, revealing the bones. But to the heavily armed sisterhood, this sandstorm is nothing more than armor.
There was a small noise on the surface, which was difficult to shake their steps.
The assault team and the heavy weapons team formed a defensive formation the moment they landed. Catherine activated her beloved chain sword and looked around cautiously. The detection instruments built into their helmets were clearly outlined with bright lines.
The position of their teammates allows them to maintain the results of their training in the dust.
The average temperature of this planet is lower than that of the Earth. After detection by the power armor, it is barely able to reach the level for human survival. Due to the rotation period, the night of this planet is extremely long, and the huge satellites reflect the light of the stars, which will
Everything on the surface is dyed a dark blue. Huge sandstorms are all over the planet, like staggering giants wandering around. If the Eternal City can launch satellites, they will see that the surface of the planet is full of dark blue
In this colorful desert, only a small part of the surface can receive sunlight and maintain the temperature.
No one is interested in doing geological survey work now.
The sandstorm not only affected the weapons and equipment of the Sisterhood, but also damaged radio communications and the air filtering device of the power armor. After barely confirming each other's intelligence and location through the correspondent, the assault team and the heavy weapons team escorted Salomon.
Go to the target location.
The only material used for positioning was gravel from this planet. All Salomon could do was send combat forces to this planet, but the destination location could not be controlled. He could only minimize the error and ensure safety. So they came.
The first thing to do after returning to this planet is not to search for traces of Leopold Fitz or Gemma Simmons, but to join up with other teams to form a closely connected combat force.
At the same time, Salomon was also listening carefully to the sounds of the planet. This was not a difficult task for him. He quickly screened out the lives of non-Immortal City combat teams from the spell feedback.
He heard the faint evil cry in the sandstorm. This malice floated above the sandstorm, drifting around with the gravel and wind like algae floating on the water - this was a consciousness, a broken soul, a world made up of countless tiny
The collective consciousness composed of consciousness. When the mystic came into contact with that consciousness, he unearthed its memory, its pain, and the wailing of this creature for thousands of years replaced the roar of atmospheric movement, seeping into this planet and the existence that once existed.
Salomon deleted part of the information and sent that malicious position into the mind of every combat team leader. He acted as a monitor for their movements to prevent the combat team from inadvertently
Bumped into that malicious creature.
He was sure that the twisted consciousness was the guy whom the Malik family had worshiped as a god for thousands of years. This was also the goal of his trip. However, for the sake of his reputation and commitment, he had to gather people first and bring the S.H.I.E.L.D. science team together.
The two helpless guys were rescued, and they would come up with ways to solve the problem later.
"I feel...not good." The stubble-faced man repeatedly chewed on the goosebumps he had just experienced. Ever since he picked up the woman outside his residence, something strange had happened.
One thing happened after another. First he knew that many years had passed on the earth, and then there were frequent sandstorms and auditory hallucinations.
Someone is calling that woman's name
"Maybe someone is outside!" Gemma Simmons sniffed.
On this planet, every drop of water is a precious resource. She has not bathed for a long time, and this is even more true for Will, a NASA astronaut. The only way to clean is to imitate birds' dust bathing, and use friction to remove the skin.
The dirt produced by surface metabolism was washed away. Simmons refused this painful-sounding method of bathing and tried to save water every day so that he could wipe his face.
"impossible!"
"Here I am, Will." Simmons pointed to himself, "Am I not a human being?"
Will smiled jokingly, "You mean, there will be another unlucky guy in this world who comes through that boulder?"
"Well... I just forgot to lock the door." Simmons tilted her head. She thought of Fitz.
Ever since she came to this planet, she had often thought of Fitz. She knew that Fitz would use any means to find her. This thought was like lighting a small warm bonfire in her despair-filled heart.
She works hard to find her way back to Earth.
Will poured her a cup of hot tea. The tea leaves in the sealed box became useful after Simmons arrived. With an extra labor force, the efficiency of finding water sources doubled. Will didn't mind spending today
The water source is rationed and brewed into tea. "Sometimes, when the sandstorms hit, I once heard the roar of the devil." Will held the teacup and said softly, "I know this is superstition, but... do you think
Is there still life on this planet?"
"I don't think anyone else would be here but us."
"But I heard the sound of the giant thing moving. On countless nights, when I was tossing and turning in bed, I heard that sound lingering at the door. I stayed up all night, holding the homemade spear tightly in my hand,
My vest was covered with cold sweat. After the sandstorm, I went out to check the situation and found several traces of snakes squirming on the sand. Those traces were all stuck together by mucus and could not be blown away even by strong winds. They formed around the skylight.
One charming circle after another...that thing wants to eat me, Simmons. It's waiting for me..."
"That's a good story, Will. You'll have a story to tell when we return to Earth." Simmons smiled and patted the table. When NASA, or the Malick family, put Will on this planet,
A large amount of supplies were specially prepared for him. These supplies have supported Will's survival until now, and also supported Simmons' calculations. Especially the hand-operated generator, which has persisted until now.
"I'm not the first astronaut to come here." He said. He did not ask Simmons to believe what he said immediately. Maybe he was an impatient boy back then, but years of alien life have polished him into a
A patient survivor.
"I know."
"Not the last one." Will said calmly, "They all died, only me survived. You are a scientist, and you should understand that it is almost impossible to form rotten conditions in the desert. However, the astronaut corpse you saw
But it has turned into bones. Did you think of something?"
"Beast?" Simmons shook his head and rejected the idea.
If those astronauts were really killed by wild beasts, then it would be absolutely impossible for them to find the complete skeletons of the astronauts, and Will, who had lived here for a long time, would definitely encounter it. She suddenly felt that although Will's words were a bit funny, they were nonetheless
It represents a certain possibility, a mysterious creature that leaves a snake-like trail and swallows life.
The sandstorm became more and more intense, making the roof bang.