Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 533 51 River of Quicksand (4)

King Xin treats all believers fairly and impartially.

During this journey, he gave the bachelor of his city, Heath Blanche, a wealthy Byzantine businessman, and hundreds of carts of free goods.

This is a great gift.

Thinking about it carefully, what he gained from this journey was not only his wealth for most of his life, but also a very bright future "cooperating with the school city".

On this basis, after leaving the city of Memphis, he has not encountered any bandits. Along the way, he has encountered good weather for more than ten days.

This kind of story would never appear even in his greediest dreams.

The sandstorm he encountered today gave him a vague premonition. However, when he stepped onto the pontoon bridge, he saw the broken iron cable in the middle of the pontoon bridge.

In this moment, he understood everything.

God gives some, and God takes away some.

The good luck along the way came to an abrupt end at this bridge.

A sudden sandstorm caused a large amount of sand to slide from the plateau to the Liusha River. The instantaneous momentum caused by the accumulation of quicksand destroyed a certain stone pillar in the middle of the sand river, causing a large section of the entire chain bridge to be severed from the middle.

After walking on this road for more than 20 years, it is not that he has never encountered such a situation.

The best response is to turn back where you are.

In previous years, the Hash Caravan only had a dozen carriages, so the team was small and could be adjusted at will.

But this year his team is five times the size of the past. For such a bloated team, turning back also requires taking huge risks.

Through the thick linen mask, Old Harsh let out a sigh of relief. In the face of a sudden disaster, any negative emotions are useless. Since the fact has happened, the only way to deal with it is to face it.

Holding the iron chain with both hands, he struggled to walk to the side of the security captain "Abdullah Sah", put his head to his ear and just shouted the first word, when a thick big hand put his shoulder.

Looking back, he saw a pair of sharp eyes.

Even though the whole head was wrapped tightly, he could still recognize it as the "King of Paris" Loki he picked up on the sand dunes outside the Black Desert.

"Brother Harsh, don't panic yet."

"When this happens, you might as well leave it to me!"

Of all the people present in the caravan, only Loki could easily see through the yellow sand in front of him. On the one hand, this is certainly due to the powerful bloodline he awakened, but on the other hand, it is also related to the small part of the power of the "Crimson Apostle" of the Red God Path that remains in his body.

The whole bloodline of the Blood Creator needs to rely on the illusion of blood mist to fight. The senses after escaping into the blood mist are very similar to being in a sandstorm.

During his years as the "Crimson Apostle", he had already adapted to how to give up his eyes and use the spiritual energy emanating from his body to feel the surrounding environment.

Old Harsh stepped aside, and Loki stood at the front of the broken bridge despite the wind and sand.

The yellow sand rushing violently under his feet filled up a brown sand wall. Within this sand wall, he could rarely sense that there was a weak spiritual energy hidden in it.

According to research by Byzantine maesters, this land was home to crawling dragons in the days before ancient Egypt was founded.

Several giant dragons found in the Sahara Desert of the Northern Continent are all earth dragons whose wings have undergone considerable degeneration and cannot fly and can only charge on the ground. Surrounded by earth dragons, the Yellow Sand Giant has already carved the existence of Liusha River on the stone slab.

There used to be terrifying creatures that could shuttle through the bottom of the yellow sand in this wide sand river.

In ancient times, a large number of foreign gods, ancient gods, and old gods lived in this land. Their indiscriminate breathing made the spiritual energy between heaven and earth extremely abundant.

Even though this river of sand has been circulating continuously for thousands of years, there is still a weak spiritual energy hidden in it.

Loki narrowed his eyes.

Through the rapidly surging yellow sand in front of him, he could vaguely see the outline of the next stone pillar not far ahead.

Flying over a distance of 30 meters, he stood firmly on the next stone pillar.

Then, he saw a scene he would never forget.

I saw a huge dragon carcass stuck in front of me as if it had hit a rock. This is not the flying dragon raised by the French Dragon Knight, but a crawling dragon with thick limbs.

They have no wings and no need to fly. What grows on their body is not thin scales, but a layer of thick plate armor like ancient dinosaurs!

The dragon has long since died, but the plate armor is still hard and fresh even after thousands of years.

The dragon carcass was carried by floating sand and slid down the upper reaches of Liusha River.

When they arrived at the crossing bridge, which was composed of continuous stone pillars, the heavy and hard dragon carcass hit a stone pillar in the middle of the crossing bridge, breaking the stone pillar.

The bridge collapsed, and the entire body was stuck in the broken joint of the stone pillar.

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Loki stood on the stone pillar thinking about his situation.

Even though he is better than ordinary people at walking in invisible sand walls, the blood of the "Crimson Apostle" in his body has been suppressed to an extremely low concentration by the water of God.

Each stone pillar on the bridge was spaced about 30 meters apart. When one of the stone pillars was broken in the middle, he could only vaguely feel the direction of the next stone pillar.

As for the jumping ancestors, their physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, but they are not gods after all.

He could jump over 30 meters, but he took off and flew over 60 meters.

This body can't do it.

Unless he uses the dragon skeleton stuck on the stone pillar as a springboard, steps on the dragon's skeleton in the middle, and then jumps to the next stone pillar.

This behavior is very dangerous.

The dragon skeleton not far away from the feet seems solid, but after all, it has lasted for thousands of years. Ordinary iron tools would have become as fragile as eggshells after such a long period of time.

If this dragon skeleton cannot support the momentum of his fall and breaks into pieces on the spot, the consequences will be catastrophic for him.

The fast flowing fine sand will push him to the bottom of the sand river in a very short time. Without a relay, and the sand river has no buoyancy, even a god would die tragically on the spot.

(what do I do?)

When he was in a dilemma, he suddenly felt that an illusory figure seemed to appear on the stone pillar opposite.

The yellow sand was surging very fast and the distance was too far. He couldn't be sure whether it was really a person or his own hallucination.

(Is that a person?)

(If this was a person, wouldn’t he be too tall?)

Loki pulled off the scarf wrapped around his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.

But the distance that sound can be transmitted in the wind and sand is very limited. He rubbed his eyes hard and just wanted to fly up and jump to the dragon corpse.

At this moment, two tough iron ropes suddenly flew out of the endless yellow sand on the opposite side.

With two muffled sounds of "dong dong", the iron rope was nailed to the stone pillar at Loki's feet.

Looking up again, the figure opposite had disappeared.