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Chapter 793: Eighty-one Difficulties on the Journey to the West

"On the first day of landing, we successfully reached the Dark Wasteland."

Charlie closed his notebook, leaned over to scoop up a handful of powdery sand, and sighed.

There is really nothing to record here.

The Dark Wasteland is also called the Dark Side of the Empire by the Landon Media.

It is said that the new Empress of the Ming Dynasty used her divine power to bury the Eastern Dynasty, which had been passed down for a thousand years, in this abyss that will never see the light of day.

But he did not find any trace of the existence of any ancient dynasty here.

Of course, it cannot be said that nothing happened. About an hour and a half ago, their team was attacked by a group of nomadic bandits.

These bandits rode on corpse-like warhorses and moved freely in the dark fog.

Thanks to the protection of Pathfinder...

Charlie looked back and cast his gaze towards the huge figure at the end of the team.

Theoretically, the ship has completely disintegrated and been scrapped.

But under Mogred's control, it still held on tenaciously, relying on twenty-eight pairs of road wheels to move forward arduously in the desert.

The ship was carrying the team's last fuel and supplies, including its own parts which were still useful, so the captain did not intend to abandon them.

As for how far it can go... just like the captain said, trust in Alpha's guidance.

There seems to be no other way except to believe.

Those lingering Imperial Sea Guards were still following a few kilometers behind, ready to rush up and attack at any time.

Their flesh and blood bodies seemed to be harder than steel. They were not damaged at all in the fall and were able to maintain their intact structure.

The good news is that they were also attacked by nomadic bandits.

The bad news was that those nomadic bandits failed to slow down their pace at all, and they were easily torn to pieces after rushing forward.

The only forces available to him at present were the surviving crew members and servitors on the Pathfinder, the twenty-nine Skitarii, and ten mechanical friars including himself, as well as the captain, Morgreed, and the ship.

That Imperial Sea Guard should have less than twenty people.

The two sides are in a strange state of balance.

Can't run away, can't fight, and can't eat.

The Ming people seemed to be waiting for reinforcements, while the captain was looking for Alpha's trace.

Now it depends on who can take the lead.

"Light! I see light!"

A mechanical monk walking in the front suddenly shouted.

Charlie looked in the direction of his finger and saw a light gradually expanding in the foggy sky in the distance...

It definitely couldn't be the sun or the moon.

Charlie immediately opened his notebook.

"The Platinum Dragon Paladin has been detected... Correction: The Golden Winged Roc Paladin has been detected."

"The Golden-winged Peng Bird is a mythical creature that lives in the Western Pure Land of Bliss according to the Buddhist records of the Far Eastern Empire. It is said to have the blood of the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, feed on dragons, and can fly across the sky in an instant with its wings spread..."

Just as lines of text appeared on the notebook, the shining light in the distance had already streaked across the sky like a meteor and landed in front of the team.

"Wait..."

The giant dragon... No, now it was a roc with wings covered with golden feathers. It lowered its huge, ferocious head and was about to speak when it suddenly saw the Imperial Sea Guard following behind the team from the corner of its eye.

It was silent for two seconds, then turned and ran. "Where are the reinforcements? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Captain Triton threw his helmet to the ground angrily and turned to look at the new recruit who was typing with his thick fingers: "Do you know how to use this new thing you were given?"

"Captain, please don't rush me... The Astronomical Bureau said the line is busy right now and the response is slow..."

"What are you busy with? I just want some reinforcements! It's just a matter of words! Reinforcements, reinforcements, reinforcements! It doesn't matter who it is, as long as it's a person!"

"The Astronomical Bureau asked for our coordinates."

"There are no coordinates! Damn it, if I knew the coordinates, why would I train the palace soldiers?"

"Captain! The dragon is flying back again!"

"Ready to fight!"

The company commander raised the Liuyun rifle in his hand and aimed it at the golden dragon that was approaching rapidly from the horizon.

He knew clearly that his side's combat power was insufficient and without the firepower support of the ship's guns, it was simply unrealistic to rely on the thing in his hand to kill a giant dragon that was tens of meters long.

The dragons with dull brains had already been killed.

The dragons that survived and are still able to roam around in the Millennium Dynasty world are all cruel and cunning.

It left just now out of caution, and only turned back after making sure that there were only a small number of government troops on its side.

The villain’s style, personality and lines...are meaningless on a real battlefield.

There is only a brutal battle of life and death here.

"Form a formation——!"

As soon as he shouted this, the rushing dragon breath came towards him, and the flames as high as three thousand degrees Celsius instantly detonated the Liuyun rifle in his hand.

The company commander grabbed the flying bayonet with his backhand and rushed towards the dragon with a roar.

boom--!
Just as he jumped up, a huge shock wave suddenly blew him away.

It's a naval gun!
Reinforcements have arrived!

A hint of ecstasy flashed through the company commander's heart, but he immediately realized that this was not the sound that could be produced by the caliber of his own warship's cannon.

He turned his head and saw that the cargo ship of the smuggling caravan two kilometers away had stood up and pointed its guns at this side.

The power of this cannon was not very strong, and it even used solid shells from ancient times, but it still caused serious damage to the dragon, tearing a deep wound under one of its wings, causing it to stagger and change its flight trajectory.

The dragon roared angrily, with no intention of fighting anymore. It turned around and pulled up at a large angle, brushing over Triton's head and fleeing hastily into the distance.

"The Ming people are all petty. They will remember a grudge for a long time, but the same goes for favors."

In the captain's room, the captain whispered to Morgreed, "Although this shot caused us to offend the Dragon Cult, it also made those sea guards owe us a favor. They will not chase us so closely."

"But we also revealed Pathfinder's final trump card."

"The cannon that can kill people is called a trump card. The cannon that can't kill people is just a firework and can only be used to add to the fun."

Morgreed was silent for a while, with a humane and helpless smile on his face.

"Captain, that's a good idea."

As expected, those Tritons did not continue the pursuit.

Compared with the infamous Cult of the Dragon, the little-known Mechanicus is of little value in the eyes of the Imperial Triton.

"This is a test given to us by Alpha, a suffering we must go through."

The captain said firmly: "This is a good thing."

(End of this chapter)