The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

That's utter nonsense!

If it weren't for the fact that the Devouring Beast turns into black water upon death, the survivors in the wasteland would have already figured out 108 ways to eat it.

Just then, the roar of an engine came from afar.

A heavy off-road vehicle emblazoned with the Ironforge emblem sped towards them. The captain leaned out of the window and shouted gruffly, "Romo! Old Scar!"

"Making such a commotion will probably attract looters from the surrounding area. Each of you take a carload of men to scout ahead!"

"No problem!" they both said in unison.

Romo stood up and shouted to the remaining team members, "Iron Head! Mouse! You two, get in the car with me!"

The two men whose names were called put down their tools, each carrying a modified gun, and got into an off-road vehicle with Romo.

With the roar of engines, the two cars, one to the east and one to the west, drew two intersecting arcs and gradually disappeared into the dust.

The captain's off-road vehicle slowly stopped at the edge of the giant pit. The door was kicked open with a "bang," and a burly man jumped out carrying a modified shotgun.

Looking at the huge pit in front of him, he spat out his cigar, the cigarette butt drawing an arc in the air before slowly rolling down into the pit.

"Those lunatics in the bunker..." he muttered under his breath. They could still feel the tremors from the missile attack in Ironstone Fortress.

Just like the ground right now...

Now?!

The captain shuddered and abruptly looked down at his feet.

The sand was trembling, and even the treads on the soles of his boots were quivering slightly.

This is not an illusion!

The tremors grew stronger and stronger. He suddenly looked up at the bottom of the pit where the stones were bouncing violently. At that moment, a cigarette butt rolled down and landed on the molten ground.

The next second, spiderweb-like fine lines spread and expanded wildly from the center.

The captain's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart suddenly stopped for a moment. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Just as he was about to turn and run away, his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he could only stare blankly at the ever-widening crack.

Before he could react, a giant, grayish-white hand covered in calluses and with outward-curling knuckles suddenly emerged from the crack.

His five fingers dug hard into the rock of the pit wall, making a grinding sound that made your teeth ache!

"Run!!!" An inexplicable fear finally broke through the strong man's inhibitions, and he let out that hysterical scream as he nimbly jumped into the SUV.

"Get the hell on the bus and drive away!!"

While the team members were still standing there in a daze, the captain had already slammed on the accelerator and sped away, leaving his teammates behind!

The others were confused, but they could still sense the terror in the captain's voice.

The veteran, who had survived in the wasteland for so many years, immediately swerved the car and sped away with the captain's vehicle.

"Wait for us!" The cars and people left behind reacted as soon as they realized what was happening.

The figures of several cars shot out dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

Those who remained near the crater had barely nimbly jumped into the remaining vehicles before they even had a chance to press the accelerator.

Several dark blue orbs of light suddenly descended from the sky, crashing down on the three fleeing vehicles.

"boom--!!"

"boom--!!"

"boom--!!"

A deafening explosion rang out, and the team members who were frozen at the edge of the giant crater could only see scorching metal fragments raining down.

"The captain is dead!" A driver who was about to start the car looked at the scene in front of him with a pale face, as if the blood in his body had frozen.

The horrific scene of a car crash and fatalities unfolded before their eyes in the blink of an eye. Someone made a hoarse sound in their throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, a dull tremor came from the direction of the giant pit, more violent than any before, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to be groaning.

They turned their heads stiffly and saw a huge, grayish-white human face with long hair, grinning as if it were not smiling, slowly emerging from the giant pit.

Chapter 58 Seeking Rescue

The roar of the engine was still ringing in his ears when Romo's SUV had only gone a few miles.

The continuous explosions from behind then crashed in with the wind.

"Not good!" Romo's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the walkie-talkie with a sense of unease, shouting, "Captain!"

Hey! Captain, can you hear me?

What happened? Please reply upon receipt!

The hissing of static on the channel went on for a long time, but there was only silence, not even a trace of noise.

Tie Tou peered out the car window, watching the dust kicked up by the explosion, and said in a state of panic, "Boss! Such a loud explosion, something must have happened!"

"Nonsense!" Romo gritted his teeth. "Turn around! Go back and check! Get your weapons ready!"

At the same time, Old Scar's car also carved a vicious arc across the sand, speeding toward the giant pit.

Neither side could understand what had happened on the main convoy's side.

This uncertainty made them increasingly uneasy.

Just as the off-road vehicle rolled over a sand dune, Tie Tou slammed on the brakes.

The off-road vehicle's tires left half-meter-long tracks in the sand, and the dust it kicked up made people's throats tighten.

Before Romo could even scold him for stopping, he was drawn to the enormous figure, several meters tall, in front of him.

With the aid of his prosthetic eye, he could clearly see through the sand and dust the enormous scorpion-like figure with its head bowed.

With those hands that were wrapped around the head, he moved his five fingers nimbly above the numb, tilted-back team members.

Immediately afterwards, a faint blue light suddenly seeped from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of the team members and slowly floated into the air.

The faint light gathered more and more, forming thin streams of light that, as if drawn by invisible threads, eagerly burrowed into the plasma scorpion's raised nostrils.

The plasma scorpion tilted its head slightly, as if enjoying this bloody feast.

Those whose source essence was extracted experienced their skin turning gray and stiff at a visible rate, their once vibrant flesh gradually transforming into rough rock.

They remained upright, turning into silent stone statues.

"Damn it!!" Romo let out a suppressed roar. His teammates, with whom he had spent every day, were gone just like that!

However, almost the instant Romo unleashed his furious curses, a pair of human-like eyes suddenly appeared in the hollow eyes of the Plasma Scorpion leader.

His eyes darted around indifferently, and he locked his gaze on the three people on the eastern sand dune with his peripheral vision.

The intense emotional surge of anger, fear, and murderous intent caused it to reveal a sinister smile for a moment.

"Roar--!!!"

With a low growl, the Devouring Beast, which had been enjoying itself just a moment ago, was suddenly...

The next second, its massive body crushed the petrified statue and suddenly unleashed astonishing power, chasing after Romo and the others!

"Turn around! Go!"

Without Romo's order, Ironhead had already turned around and fled into the distance.

This time, the giant plasma scorpion did not spew plasma, but instead chased the car in front of it at a certain distance, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Every now and then, his short, stubby arms would grab nearby pebbles and throw them at the off-road vehicle!

"Boom!"

A rock the size of a millstone grazed the rear of the vehicle and slammed into the sand. The splashed sand and gravel hit the vehicle's armor like shrapnel, leaving dense white spots.

"Here it comes again!!" Mouse shouted anxiously, and Iron Head suddenly swung to the left, causing the tires to slip wildly on the soft sand, stirring up turbid waves of sand.

"Go left again!" Mouse hissed from the back seat, his voice distorted.

Ironhead gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on his arms, drawing a breathtaking "S" shaped trajectory on the sand.

Fortunately, this is an open area of ​​sand dunes with relatively flat terrain.

The soft sand slowed down the vehicle, but it also acted as a buffer, allowing the modified off-road vehicle to maintain its balance under extreme conditions, preventing it from being hit or flipping over.

Romo was thrown against the car door, his back aching, but the violent jolts and the threat of death quickly brought him back to his senses.

The prosthetic eye quickly scanned the blurry scenery rushing past the car window.

Those few red sandstone rocks eroded into mushroom shapes by the wind, and the familiar outline of the rift valley in the distance, as if cleaved by a giant axe...

"No!" Romo's pupils shrank sharply, and veins bulged: "Damn it, Ironhead, turn around! This is the way back to Ironstone Fortress!"

Tie Tou was stunned. He glanced at the simple compass on the dashboard and his face turned pale instantly.

Just now, I was only focused on escaping for my life and ran blindly, instinctively rushing towards "home"!

"Then which way do we go?!"

"Head towards Starlight City!" Romo shouted without hesitation, pointing in a direction.

Although Ironstone Fortress had overclocking jamming equipment provided by Dark Fortress, their camp's firepower and weaponry were clearly no match for such a large device.

The only chance of survival is to flee to the territory of the hidden fortress!

As soon as the car found an opportunity to turn around, Romo grabbed the walkie-talkie and practically shouted it out, ignoring the violent jolts.

The voice sounded particularly shrill amidst the wind noise and engine roar: "Old Scar! Old Scar! Did you hear me?!"

The captain and his men are all finished!

A Devouring Beast is chasing us!

We'll lead it...towards the bunker!

"Take your men back to Ironstone Fortress immediately! Tell the lord to be on high alert!"

A piercing crackling sound came from the walkie-talkie, followed by a few seconds of Old Scar's hoarse reply, "...Understood!"

They had also seen the ferocious appearance of the plasma scorpion before.

They occasionally encountered this type of Devouring Beast, and its long-range plasma spray was truly no less powerful than an anti-armor missile.