But in the next moment, a damp cold suddenly appeared in the sandstorm that was obviously hot and dry... It was like suddenly falling into the water in a dream, entangled by floating algae.

It exudes a creepy coldness.

Then immediately... these scattered figures that were blown away by the strong wind reappeared.

Or, it just appeared.

Because they may not be the original ones.

"Crack, Crack!"

It was like breaking the bones, and a arm that was swept by the storm and swirling wildly in the air suddenly took advantage of the opportunity to fall and suddenly grabbed the gravel on the ground.

It ignored the increasingly intense sandstorm and scraped off the skin on its surface, even revealing its thick white bones, grabbed the ground frantically and pointed at the ground with five fingers, crawling forward like a spider.

The storm was raging, and it didn't have many choices, because the gravel on the ground seemed to be peeled off, and was quickly peeled off layer by layer, and then gathered into the yellow sand dragon flying in the air... like a river entering the sea.

In fact, the running hand... plus a wrist and arm did not hesitate at all. It quickly headed straight for a body that was swept by the storm.

Then, the opponent was about to approach the ground, jumped up from the ground... like Lego building blocks, Transformers robot combination, Dinosaur team merging, Avengers collection... Sorry, it usually sticks to the wound of the broken arm in an instant.

This is the body of a young man, but this hand can be clearly seen that it once belonged to an old man in the evening.

But after the two are combined, they are like they have grown together, no matter how much the storm tear them, they cannot be pulled away from the broken wound.

It just seemed to meet together casually...even the direction of the joint was reversed.

Yes, the arm turned around, and it was not bent backwards at all, but forwards.

But the storm could not tear them apart at all.

And this is just the beginning, just an arm.

Then there was another arm, one leg... and another... and then the head. Almost in a blink of an eye, a swaying, trembling, full of twists and turns, and ferocious figures were combined again in the sandstorm.

Its limbs were folded irregularly, some were forward, some were backward, and the directions of the legs were inconsistent... It could not even walk normally, and could only jump forward, like an antelope.

Continue to move closer to Apocalypse.

Tear, group, combine, tear...

The broken limbs soon found their own belongings, and they crawled out of the gravel again, like resentful souls coming out of hell... and besides them, there are also flesh and blood that have been destroyed into powder.

"call!"

The howling sandstorm seemed to be inverting the world. Everything you see was covered with yellow sand and mud, and everything you hear was filled with storm roar.

But just after this roaring roar, a sound that seemed to be a breeze blew clearly came out.

Just like a sigh resounding on the soul... it makes people tremble.

Then, with this strange sound, countless tiny black particles were deprived of the golden sandstorm and separated. They were like being attracted by countless magnets, shuttled smoothly and quickly in the storm, and soon gathered together again.

Immediately afterwards, like time flowing back, the black particles gathered into a tower, and in a few blinks, a person was condensed again with countless tiny flesh and powder.

Or...a body with the same shape as a human.

There are no joints, and there are no wrinkles at the joints. Its eyes fall on the arms, and its nose falls on the soles of the shoes... As for the face, several fingers are protruding in a twisted manner.

It just looks at human figures...but it is definitely not human anyway.

The black figures seemed to grow from the ground, rising one after another, and soon gathered a lot of numbers again.

Even compared to before, it seems that there are not many...or in other words, there are only a few.

Apocalypse was not sure if any of them had been killed, but anyway, these shaking figures still looked dark, slowly, shaking, but continued to walk towards them firmly.

The face twitched, and Tianqi touched the earth's right hand with a slight force, as if some invisible force was gushing out again, and the raging sandstorm became even more crazy at this moment.

"Geeh!"

A strange laughter appeared again.

This time, accompanied by laughter, there was a more special and weird figure.

It suddenly appeared in front of countless shaking black shadows... Maybe it wasn't abrupt, but it was too fast, so fast that it couldn't see how it appeared.

"imitate……"

"What about that."

The laughter is gone.

Instead, it was a sound that changed to a weird tone.

The sound could be vaguely heard of a woman, but it was extremely distorted, like... countless out-of-key ensembles were forcibly compressed into a tone.

Just sounds like goose bumps all over your body, and even the bones have an unbearable soreness.

"Um!"

It was like the whimper of the wind, or like the desert was crying.

The storm has stopped.

Just as this strange figure appeared, the sandstorm stopped, and the area around the figure extended about a few thousand meters.

There was peace within the range, no sandstorms, no strong wind roaring, and even a dead silence, which was so terrifying that it was a little scary.

"Crack!"

Countless gravel lost its strength and its diameter fell from mid-air.

A large amount of fine sand fell to the ground and even made a crackling sound like raindrops. Tianqi looked quietly and felt quietly... the sand was out of control.

He could no longer control the gravel in that area, and he could not even feel the existence of the sand. Obviously, the gravel was right in front of him, not far away.

"Because... they're dead."

"Geeh!"

It seems that Apocalypse is wondering what it is.

The figure laughed strangely again, then tilted his head and gave a very kind answer.

But unfortunately, the answer cannot satisfy Apocalypse.

Dead...what is dead, is sand?

"Sand, the sands are dead."

I don't know if I saw what Apocalypse was thinking, or if I didn't see it, the voice continued to say happily in its weird tone.

"Nothing will not die."

"Everything will eventually come to death."

His eyes flashed slightly, Tianqi half-kneeled on the sand, his right hand drooped, gently stroking the rough gravel, he lowered his eyes slightly, his voice still firm and confident.

"I am eternal."

"so……!"

Just as Apocalypse finished speaking, the image of the person was instantly stretched out, like a tight rubber band, turning into black silk thread in the blink of an eye and coming to Apocalypse.

It stretched out its tone, and the strange sound even resounded in place at the last moment. Then before the next word was spit out, it came to the Apocalypse and came to his ears.

"If I kill you."

Apocalypse was startled.

After the black shadow stopped... and looked carefully, you will find that it was not a so-called black silk thread at all, but a long neck and head that was pulled.

Yes, neck and head.

Its head was right in front of Apocalypse, facing his face, and its neck became as thin as a finger, connecting to its head and its body, and in an instant, it lengthened nearly a thousand meters.

And it is not the kind that is easy to bend, the slender neck is tight, and it even makes people worry as if it will break directly in the next moment.

"I will... very, very happy!"

It was an extremely beautiful face.

Yes, even the face on this extremely weird neck is so beautiful, as if the most perfect handicrafts in the world are also the most dazzling jewelry.

The long golden hair is still so dazzling even in the dim sandstorm, as if the light in the human heart can illuminate everything.

The water-like eyes stared at the Apocalypse, a pair of beautiful eyes that you will never forget once you look at it... The near-perfect arc separates them gracefully, just like the miracle of the Creator.

These eyes are so beautiful, and it is his honor to stare at the Apocalypse, even if these eyes are filled with countless cruelty, tyranny, madness, and... death.

It is Athena.

Tianqi looked at the beautiful head in front of him calmly, but his forehead was actually covered with cold sweat.

The head seemed to be calm and even had a smile. Although the voice was weird and unbearable, it seemed that it was not impossible to communicate.

But all this is just an illusion.

When Athena said the last sentence... it was quite normal at the beginning, but her tone became more and more intense. When the last four words were spoken, she even shouted out word by word.

And as soon as the words fell, her head suddenly rushed forward and tried to bite the Apocalypse's face.

Maybe it's the throat, maybe it's the eyes, or it's the nose... I'm not sure what it is anyway.
To be continued...