Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 194 There are sand sculptures!
The sun was shining brightly, and on the barren plain, the caravan was heading for the canyon ahead in an orderly manner.

"The Headless Horseman?" Ren frowned, looking at Garcia who was riding a white horse next to him, a little curious: "Can you tell me more about it?"

Cowboy Garcia took out the water bag, took a sip of water, and wiped his unshaven chin with his hand.

He sighed and sighed: "That is a vengeful soul, a ghost knight from the abyss, it came from the shadows, wrapped in black chains, wandering in the night..."

"Revenant souls? Wraiths?"

After Garcia's narration, Ren learned that this is a legend that has been circulated in the Pugani Plain for hundreds of years, and the source seems to be the indigenous Kangao people.

It is said that more than 100 years ago, there was a young man in a large indigenous tribe here. He was the son of the patriarch and a born awakener.

He was sent by his father to study at Wisteria University in the royal capital of Faroland, where he met a daughter of a Marquis family, and the two fell in love.

Although the marquis was unhappy, he didn't beat the mandarin ducks, because the young man's talent was indeed very high.

But the good times didn't last long, the young man's father died, and he had to go back to the tribe for mourning.

The position of patriarch fell into the hands of others, and the new patriarch was afraid that the young man would take away his position when he became powerful in the future.

He then declared that the old patriarch had sold the secret of the totem power of the Kangao tribe (the extraordinary system of the indigenous tribe, which is different from the extraordinary road opened up by the scholars of the natural school), in exchange for his son's education from foreigners. Chance.

The Kangao tribe is very xenophobic, and they surrendered to the kingdom under the pressure of survival. The old patriarch's actions were already criticized, so the young man was quickly imprisoned.

After a while, the new patriarch was about to poison the young man to death, but was deceived by the old patriarch's confidants and allowed the young man to feign death to escape.

But the marquis's daughter didn't know that, after learning the news of her lover's death, she couldn't think of taking poison and committed suicide.

The young man was driven mad. He desperately killed the new patriarch, and then he was beheaded by the new patriarch's men.

That young man specialized in the profession of "Knight" at Wisteria University before his death. Since then, the legend of the Headless Horseman has been circulating on the Pugani Plain.

"Has anyone seen the headless horseman?" Ren asked, if this story is true, the wraith must be very powerful!
Garcia's face was a bit apprehensive: "Yes, someone has seen it, including me, and I can confirm that the headless horseman really exists.

Back then, the Kangao tribe was very large, with more than 6000 people, second only to those tribes with a long history of ten thousand people, but now, it has been tortured to the point of extinction. "

Ren's expression was dignified. This headless horseman was by no means an ordinary wraith. He might have reached the level of [curse spirit].

When a person dies with a lot of resentment or too much obsession, there is a very small probability of producing a kind of spirit body. This kind of spirit body is generally not good, but once it grows up, it is very difficult to deal with.

This kind of spirit body can be roughly divided into five levels, the first level [wraith], the second level [evil spirit], the third level [violent spirit], the fourth level [curse spirit], the fifth level [holy spirit] or [evil soul] .

Wraiths and evil spirits can only exist for no more than 100 years, and they need sustenance, so they are easy to deal with, and they are generally not opponents of extraordinary people of the same level.

But once you reach the level of the fierce spirit, you no longer need sustenance, and it will become very difficult to deal with.

Because the evolutionary path is different, some evil spirits who follow the [Holy Spirit] route are no less intelligent than human beings, and can be regarded as counts of ghosts, with even weirder abilities, good at mental attacks, and can exist for two to three hundred years.

Looking at Ren with a very serious expression on his face, Garcia laughed and comforted him: "Don't worry too much, the Headless Horseman is indeed scary, I saw it once from a distance.

It's just like the evil ghost crawling out of hell, eerie and terrifying, but he usually doesn't attack us.

Those who need to be careful are gangsters like the Skeleton Gang! "

Ren couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't scared anymore, but he knew very well that the headless horseman was at least a fourth-level [curse spirit].

It is relatively easy to injure a spirit body of this level, but it is difficult to kill it completely, unless it is trapped with a domain and cleaned up.

But the spirit body came and went without a trace, and the speed of escape was astonishing. Even a saint would slip away if he was not careful.

That's why, after more than 100 years, the headless horseman can still wander on the plains. Of course, there are also people who usually don't attack the foreigners, but attack the Kangao people from time to time.

I'm afraid that the official people in Farolan are happy to kill a few more natives. After all, these natives are rebellious, not only xenophobic, but also always want to go out independently.

Ren and Garcia were chatting away at the back of the caravan, and the time passed by.

In the evening, the sun has already stuck to the horizon, and the sunset glow has dyed half of the sky red, and tomorrow may be a good weather.

The group of them has already reached a canyon filled with red rock soil, which is a maroon soil formed by the weathering of rocks under hot and humid climate conditions.

This kind of soil is highly acidic and heavy, with only a few sparse weeds growing on it, and occasionally a few citrus trees can be seen.

The convoy had already stopped to rest, and after passing through this canyon, they really entered the hinterland of the Pugani Plain, where the possibility of encountering danger greatly increased.

Susanna jumped off the horse, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and walked over: "Is there anything unusual?"

"The wind is calm and the sea is calm. The weather is so good that people want to doze off." The weather is actually quite hot, but it is nothing to Rennes who has reached the third level.

Suzanne rolled her eyes at him when she heard the words, her voice was clear and melodious: "Little brother, how about we sleep in a tent tonight?"

There is a simple tent on the carriage, at least there is no need to sleep on the floor.

Looking at the fit and youthful cowgirl, Ren shrugged: "Well, no matter what gun, I use it very well."

Renn's positioning of himself is very clear-a scumbag, he doesn't explain, and he doesn't set up a memorial archway, but he is still a virgin.

Keisha was his first love, and for the first time, he still wanted to have sex with his girlfriend.

Susanna snorted softly, and said disdainfully: "Do you think I can't see it, you are still a little virgin!"

Garcia wanted to make a joke, but at this moment, there were a few frightened hawks in the sky.

"Chirp!"

His face changed, and he shouted: "Hide quickly! There are sand sculptures!"

Is there a fool?
Ren was stunned and looked up, only to find three eagles hovering a hundred meters above the sky.

Their feathers are the same color as yellow sand, their wings spread up to four meters, and their sharp beaks and black claws glow with earthy yellow.

Above the blue sky, a sand sculpture flapped its wings, and more than a dozen feathers were separated, shining with a khaki-yellow brilliance, and shot down like an arrow!
"Whoa!"

The rapid breaking wind sounded, which showed the power of these feathers.

"Dodge! Hide behind the carriage!" Stanley, the owner of the caravan, roared and hurriedly got under a carriage.

Everyone reacted differently. The gorgeously dressed girl subconsciously hid behind the drunk man. The drunk man didn't seem to wake up and just stayed where he was.

The little old man, the native doctor, jumped into the carriage immediately, nimble as a rabbit.

As for the folklorist, he... He took out a camera, clicked to take pictures with excitement on his face.

"Boom! Poof!"

The feathers fell to the ground, almost submerged in the ground, and some of them were deeply nailed into the wooden boards of the carriage, only a small part was exposed.

"Bam! Boom! Bam!..."

Garcia and Suzanne reacted quickly. After avoiding the attack, they raised their guns and fired, and the grooms did the same.

However, the accuracy of ordinary revolvers is too poor to hit the sand sculptures hovering in the air at a height of [-] meters.

The sand sculpture is a kind of strange beast, just like there are naturally awakened people among human beings who can slowly absorb the spiritual energy in the air.

There are also such individuals among animals, their morphological characteristics will change, and they will also instinctively use psionic energy, which is a bit stronger than their previous counterparts.

And a certain kind of strange beast has a large base, and the offspring bred among them may be able to form a brand new extraordinary beast.

The sand sculptures are a kind of strange beasts. Originally, they were just ordinary eagles, but now, they even dare to hunt humans.

"Whoa! Whoa!..."

The three sand sculptures were very arrogant, wandering quickly in the air, and the plumes and feathers were shot down like machine gun bullets!
"what!"

A groom had a feather inserted into his arm, as if he had been stabbed with a dagger, bleeding profusely, he clutched his hand and howled.

Ren snorted coldly, avoided a few feathers, put away his revolver, and took out a Type 4 Demon Hunting Pistol.

"despair!"

There was a depression in the soil, and he stomped on the ground with his foot, jumped onto the roof of a carriage with his strength, raised his hunting pistol, and was highly concentrated.

Estimate the wind speed and deflection angle, adjust the sight, and predict the flight trajectory of the sand sculpture.

Injecting spiritual energy into the body of the gun, a faint light shimmered on the lines of the spiritual energy array on it, and he aimed at a certain place in the air.

When the time came, he decisively pulled the trigger!
"Oh!"

The silver demon hunting bullet pierced the sky at high speed like a small meteor!
"Pfft!"

Blood spattered, a sand sculpture was shot in the chest, and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"Wow~"

The remaining two sand sculptures seemed to be frightened, and uttered a few sharp cries, not daring to stay any longer, and galloped away quickly.

"Great, the sand sculpture was finally killed!"

(End of this chapter)