Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 44

Chapter 44, Howling Wind Envoy

“Those monsters have attracted most of the firepower of the Governor’s soldiers. What are we waiting for?”

In the dense forest not far away, three people in gray and white robes stood on the branches, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

There was a breeze around them, blocking their vision, making it difficult to observe them from a distance. Even Gu Hang’s spiritual vision did not notice that there were still people standing here.

These three were the apostles of the original Angry Owl Sect.

The leader was extremely tall and it was quite incongruous to stand on the branch. But if you look closely, you will know that he is not just standing, he just touches the toe of one foot on the branch. A whitish wind ball, under his feet, supported his body.

More like floating.

Few people know what his real name is. But his code name in the sect is well-known.

He is one of the twelve executive envoys, the Howling Wind Envoy.

Although they don’t care about specific practical matters, they have powerful combat power.

In the Original Wrathful Owl Sect, all the twelve great executive gods have received the sincere blessing of the Original Wrathful Owl and are able to use powerful storm magic. In the entire sect, their lofty status is second only to the four high priests.

But at this moment, the Howling Wind Envoy was a little hesitant.

Hearing the question from the attendant priest behind him, he responded: “It’s not a good opportunity now. The impact of this abscess monster is much smaller than we expected. The guards around the governor are not in chaos at all.”

The priest who spoke in front spoke again: “But… Lord Envoy, are we going to give up this opportunity?”

This question made the Howling Wind Envoy fall into silence.

The man waited for a moment and couldn’t help but speak again: “This is a task personally issued by High Priest Cui Kao, and it is related to God’s great cause in Renaissance City.”

The Howling Wind Envoy still did not speak.

The third person next to him spoke up: “Don’t disturb the God’s thinking.”

The former’s face froze, and he added: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to question anything, I was just a little anxious. The controller I got from the School of Life is already overloaded. Maintaining this scale of quantity control can only last for less than ten minutes at most…”

“Quiet.” The third priest just interrupted him again, “You don’t need to say more, we all know, let the Lord God make the decision.”

The man finally shut up.

A few minutes later, the tallest and most powerful God of Howling Wind standing in the front finally sighed.

“Let’s go, today is the time for us to sacrifice ourselves for the storm.”

The two people behind him were shocked when they heard this.

From what the Lord God said… sacrifice? There is a high possibility that there will be no return?

Has it reached this point?

But now there is no time for them to think too much.

The God of Howling Wind jumped off the branch first. The wind that originally supported him floating on the branch became more turbulent in an instant, mimicking the appearance of a storm eagle, making a clear cry, and flying forward with the God on his back.

The other two priests hurried to catch up. They also called out the Storm Eagle and flew straight to catch up.

The three of them formed a V-shaped formation and quickly flew towards the human soldiers’ position not far away.

Not long after they started to move, the governor’s soldiers had already discovered their tracks.

It was hard not to notice that there were three Storm Eagles, one big and two small, with a person on board. It was too conspicuous.

Bullets immediately covered the three of them.

However, it didn’t work.

It’s not easy to hit a moving target or a high-speed flying object. The training package provided by the system is to make all soldiers qualified soldiers within a few days, but this does not mean that every qualified soldier is a sharpshooter who can hit the target every time. Most people can’t guarantee accuracy when shooting at objects that are not close and flying at high speed.

Even if they are machine gunned and chased, the effect is very poor.

Of course, with the number of bullets flying around, they can always hit them.

But the attack of the abscess monsters on the ground is still fierce, and most of the firepower still needs to be used to suppress these enemies. There are still a few who can turn the muzzle to shoot the three unknown things flying in the sky.

There are not many of them, and with the poor accuracy, there are even fewer who can really hit.

However, the precision shooters specially trained in the army and the Marines can guarantee a certain hit rate. But soldiers with this ability are still too rare.

Moreover, even if stray bullets or bullets from precision shooters hit them, it would not be of much use.

Even Wohan, who was granted the Storm Magic just because he paid enough money, could use the wind shield to block the concentrated fire of several electromagnetic rifles for several seconds, not to mention a divine messenger and two official priests.

Under the wings of the Storm Eagle, the power of the wind surrounded the three of them. The few bullets that hit them did not have any effect on them at all, and the bullets were all bounced off. The

Howling Wind Divine Messenger and the two priests drove the Storm Eagle and came to the sky above the Governor’s troops.

They began to circle.

Then, the wind started.

The white storm enveloped the area below.

Wind, in theory, has no color, it is just the flow of air. But the strong wind that came out of their hands was accompanied by white mist.

The mist that came with the strong wind was not cold or moist, but rather had a kind of knife-like taste.

Not to mention the slight pain when the wind blew on their faces, many soldiers were even blown to the ground by the strong wind.

Then, as the wind blew, the fog became thicker and thicker. In a few minutes, it had already affected the vision.

The direct casualties were not large for the time being. Many people were cut with small wounds by the wind containing extraordinary energy, but these wounds were of course far from fatal.

If the three cult priests and messengers compressed the scope of the storm to a relatively small range, then these small wounds could really kill people, just like slow slicing.

But not now.

Compared to just killing a small number of big-headed soldiers, the storm magic they released was more intended to interfere with the human soldiers below to continue fighting, so that the abscess monsters on the periphery could break through their defenses.

That would be more efficient.

The storm magic that the three of them hovered above the position and cast did affect the soldiers’ firepower output.

Being blown all over the place, it was difficult to stand steadily, and the wind was even more painful when it blew on exposed skin such as the face… These factors made it impossible for the soldiers to shoot properly.

The white fog that came with the wind and drifted wildly also affected visibility.

When the soldiers’ firepower was greatly reduced, a large number of monsters broke through and approached!

(End of this chapter)