The sun rose quickly, and the scorching sun cast dazzling hot sunlight high in the sky. They shone on the hunter's arms and forehead. In just a brief moment of exposure, the hunter's head was already covered with

There were beads of sweat the size of peas, and he felt a stinging and hoarseness in his throat, and his skin was also burning.

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

They stood on the high sandy slope, aiming their guns at the people beside the truck. The hunter looked around at the mysterious people. They all wore hoods, tight clothes and cloaks.

His face was also wrapped with a scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes wearing goggles exposed.

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

The muzzles of those guns were smooth and clean, like snow-white spears. Those wearing cloaks were holding them, and pieces of armor like some kind of armor were exposed under the cloaks. They were all white.

Surrounded by a phoenix with wings spread around the chest.

The King of Destruction threw away the bucket. The water spilled under his feet had long been swallowed up by the desert. He grabbed the machine gun hanging by his leg and raised the muzzle to point at the people on the sand dunes above. Suddenly, a dull roar instantly attracted people.

The King of Destruction and his comrades behind him paid attention, and they looked to the side of the sand dune.

The source of those roaring sounds appeared on the sand dunes. They were some kind of giant lizards that walked on two legs. They were as tall as a salamander. Their strong bodies were covered with muscles full of scales, with layers of scales.

Sparkling in the sunlight, slender and short claws hang down on their chests, and the sharp barbed claws can disembowel a fully armed warrior in an instant.

Thick sebum covered the slender heads, and their bloody mouths were dripping with sticky saliva. A pair of huge horns grew out from the top of their heads, and the ends of the curved horns were covered with

The reins connect and fix the reins below and the mount bag on the back.

Their riders sat on the backs of the beasts, with their legs on the saddle straps, standing upright and aiming their slender shotguns at the group of hunters below. The latter immediately pressed the pistols on their waists, and the beasts

Immediately aware of this move, he opened his huge mouth and let out a deafening roar from behind his sharp teeth.

Those riders were obviously well-trained. They completed a tight encirclement in a short period of time. The hunters looked at the bipedal beasts that were ready to move. They threw the ground with their strong legs and exhaled hot breath from their bloody mouths.

Those eyes were staring at the hunters, as if they were about to tear them into pieces the next moment.

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 mouth roared at the hunter, the giant claws scratched the sand, and the razor-like claws swung back and forth on both sides of the hunter.

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'd better hope we can work it out. If things don't go right, you know what to do."

"There aren't many people here who know how to maintain weapons."

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

Those beasts rushed towards the hunter, biting the hunter's head with their huge mouths. The latter drew his pistol and aimed at the charging bipedal beast.

"Who do you think they are? The remaining local imperial power?"

The bipedal war beasts following behind them immediately stepped forward. They opened their huge mouths towards the hunter, their long tongues trembling with the roars, 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.

"Then who are they?"

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 invaded this planet.

, we have no interest in your land or rule, and we have no intention of intervening."

"No, no, the empire does not have soldiers riding bipedal war beasts. The planet's defense forces are possible, but they definitely don't look like a defense force."

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.

This explains everything. The crosshair never misses. The hunter knows that if he wants a person's head to be shot through, then that person will definitely die. But if he misses, the hunter knows that those who can make the crosshair miss will be

What kind of existence.

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, and inspected the area around the armored fighting vehicle.

The windows of the truck have been closed, and everything inside is unknown to the outside.

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. After he pulled it twice and it didn't open,

He pulled out the scimitar from the cloak at the waist and pried it open. Inside the window, a black hole in the muzzle of a gun was waiting for him.

Yarick's mechanical arm moved slightly, attracting a large number of aimed guns. Those weapons seemed to be more weapons than the previous weapons of the desert barbarians.

"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 responded, and the man tilted his head as if he was confused. It was obvious that he didn't understand, but this was not what the hunter expected. He continued, gesturing to the truck behind him, "This truck is where we came from.

It was taken from the hands of a local group of desert raiders. Maybe they are your enemies, but believe me, we have nothing to do with them. There are also locals in the carriage, and they can testify for us."

The armed officers carefully and vigilantly checked 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 then did the turbaned man look towards the hunter.

The sight was lowered and the muzzle of the gun was lowered as he trotted over. He was wearing a cloak and was swept up by the heat wave on the increasingly hot sand. He was wearing a helmet and his face was hidden under the translucent glass cover. He looked like those mysterious people.

Quite similar.

"Chivasus! 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.

"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 parties met at the edge of the desert ground next to the truck.

Echo stretched out the gun barrel 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.

"What do you think?" the hunter asked the crosshair behind him. The latter came closer and whispered softly in the hunter's ear, as if to prevent those with keen senses from hearing, "Do their weapons look like they were pieced together randomly?"

The assembly, buckle and magazine are complete, there is no dust in the barrel, and it appears to have been maintained.”

But the sand dunes will not collapse. With those footprints that are conspicuous in the sun, the wind and sand will soon bury those marks. Sandstorms may have gathered on the horizon. This is not a good place for both parties.

This is so, so the other party is obviously determined to interrupt the confrontation and solve the problem in a more direct way.

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 through.

Use the goggles to see clearly the hunters and their every move.

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 hunter 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. There was only the crosshair aimed from the side of the hunter's head in his eyes.

The hunter said, and then was suddenly interrupted. There was a loud shout, and a man walked down the sand dune. Behind him were several armed men. They approached slowly, and the sand slope was at their feet.

Landslide, just think of a tall building that is about to collapse.

"What's going on?" the hunter asked. As the crosshair came forward, he scanned the people surrounding them with vigilant eyes. "I shot at a person, but he didn't die."

The hunter thought for a while and then let go of his gun. He signaled the King of Destruction to put down his gun as well. The latter looked at the hunter and then at the roaring bipedal beasts before putting down his gun.

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 turned around 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 has stabilized, she will be fine, and besides, there's nothing I can do anywhere."

"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.
Chapter completed!