Chapter 44: Howling Wind Emissary
“The monsters have already attracted the majority of the Governor’s soldiers’ firepower. What are we waiting for?”
In the dense forest not far away, three people dressed in gray and white robes stood on the branches, gazing at the distant battlefield.
A gentle breeze swirled around them, obscuring their figures, making it difficult to spot them from a distance. Even Gu Hang’s psionic vision failed to detect their presence.
These three were the apostles of the Original Owl Beast Sect.
The leader was exceptionally tall, standing on the branch in a rather incongruous manner.
On closer inspection, it was evident that he was not simply standing; only the tip of one foot touched the branch. A pale wind mass beneath his feet supported his body.
He appeared to float.
Few knew his real name, but his code name within the sect was widely recognized.
He was one of the twelve executive emissaries, the Howling Wind Emissary.
Although they did not handle specific affairs, they possessed immense combat power.
Within the Original Owl Beast Sect, the twelve executive emissaries were all blessed by the true Original Owl Beast, enabling them to use powerful storm magic.
Their esteemed status within the sect was second only to the four great priests.
At this moment, however, the Howling Wind Emissary hesitated.
Hearing the inquiry from the attendant priest behind him, he responded, “Now is not the right opportunity. The impact caused by those abscess monsters is far smaller than we anticipated. The Governor’s guard soldiers are not in disarray at all.”
The priest who spoke earlier asked again, “But… Lord Emissary, are we to give up this opportunity?”
This question made the Howling Wind Emissary fall silent.
The person waited for a moment and couldn’t help but speak again, “This is a task personally assigned by High Priest Trico, crucial to the God’s grand plan in Revival City.”
The Howling Wind Emissary remained silent.
The third person beside them spoke, “Do not disturb the Emissary’s thoughts.”
The former’s face stiffened, adding, “Apologies, I didn’t mean to question anything. I’m just a bit anxious. The controller we acquired from the School of Life is already in an overloaded state. Maintaining control over this many entities can last no more than ten minutes…”
“Quiet,” the third priest interrupted again.
“There’s no need for you to say more. We all understand. Leave the decision to the Emissary.”
The person finally fell silent.
A few minutes later, the tallest figure at the front, the Howling Wind Emissary, finally sighed.
“Let’s move out. Today is the day we sacrifice ourselves to the storm.”
The two behind him felt a chill in their hearts.
Hearing the Emissary speak of sacrifice… Did this mean there was likely no return?
But there was no time to ponder further.
The Howling Wind Emissary leapt off the branch first.
The wind that had held him aloft instantly became more turbulent, forming into the shape of a giant storm eagle, letting out a clear cry as it soared forward, carrying the Emissary.
The other two priests quickly followed, summoning their own storm eagles and riding them to catch up.
The three of them formed a triangular formation, rapidly flying towards the human soldiers’ positions not far away.
It didn’t take long for the Governor’s soldiers to notice their presence.
It was hard not to notice three storm eagles, one large and two small, carrying people—far too conspicuous.
Immediately, gunfire began to cover the three of them.
However, it had little effect.
Moving targets, especially ones flying at high speed, were not easy to hit.
The training packages provided by the system had turned all the soldiers into competent fighters within days, but that didn’t mean every competent soldier was a sharpshooter.
Most couldn’t guarantee precision when shooting at fast-moving, distant targets.
Even machine gun strafing, trying to track and hit them, was largely ineffective.
Of course, with bullets flying everywhere, sheer numbers would eventually make contact.
But the ground assault from the abscess monsters was still fierce, and most of the firepower was needed to suppress these enemies.
Only a few could divert their aim to shoot at the three unknown entities flying above.
Originally few in number, combined with poor accuracy, the chances of actually hitting were even lower.
Specially trained marksmen in the unit and the Marines could guarantee a certain hit rate. But such capable soldiers were too rare.
And even if stray bullets or precision shots hit, it wouldn’t make much difference.
Even Lian Wohan, who had merely paid enough money to be granted storm magic, could use a wind shield to block concentrated electromagnetic rifle fire for a few seconds.
Let alone a true Emissary and two formal priests.
Under the wings of the storm eagles, the power of the wind surrounded the three of them.
The few bullets that did hit were completely deflected, having no effect on them at all.
The Howling Wind Emissary, with the two priests, rode the storm eagles to the skies above the Governor’s troops.
They began to circle.
Then, the wind started to blow.
A white storm enveloped the area below.
Wind, normally invisible, was now filled with a white mist as it surged from their hands.
The mist brought by the wind was neither cold nor damp; rather, it had a cutting sensation.
The mild stinging on the face from the wind was one thing, but many soldiers were knocked off balance by the fierce gusts.
Soon, the thickening mist carried by the wind began to impair visibility within minutes.
The immediate casualties were not significant.
Many soldiers had small cuts on their bodies from the wind imbued with supernatural energy, but these wounds were far from fatal.
If the three cult priests and the Emissary had compressed the storm’s range, these small cuts could indeed be lethal, akin to death by a thousand cuts.
But that wasn’t their goal.
Instead of killing just a few of the rank-and-file soldiers, their storm magic aimed to disrupt the human soldiers below, allowing the abscess monsters on the perimeter to break through their defenses.
That was far more efficient.
The storm magic cast by the three, circling above the battlefield, significantly hampered the soldiers’ firepower.
Being buffeted by the wind, barely able to stand, and feeling the sting on exposed skin—all these factors made it difficult for soldiers to aim and shoot properly.
The swirling white mist also reduced visibility.
As the soldiers’ firepower weakened, a large number of monsters broke through and closed in!