wavenovel Chapter 81 Congret
Chapter 81 Congret
Chapter 81 Congret
"Run! Run! Run fast!"
A metallic, metallic taste exploded in my throat; each inhale felt like swallowing shards of glass.
The muscle fibers in my legs vibrated at a high frequency, and the burning pain from the lactic acid buildup shot straight to my brain.
Congrett's vision began to blur, sweat streamed into his eyes, and the world before him was blurred into salty, fishy patches of color.
His heart pounded in his ears, his lungs became like broken bellows, and each breath brought out a hoarse, frothy sound.
The world shrinks to a road surface three meters in front of you that keeps collapsing, while behind you, an invisible hand is slowly pulling your soul away from your wide-open pores.
But he couldn’t stop running, even though his body was nearing its limit and on the verge of collapse.
Because Congrit knew very well that if he stopped even for a moment, the amethyst scorpion behind him would catch up with him and pierce his body with its stinger.
He was wearing only the simplest layer of protective clothing, and the heat from the sunlight began to seep into his skin through the protective layer.
If someone could see what Congrett looked like under his protective suit at this moment, they would probably be shocked—his skin was completely red, like a shrimp cooked in boiling water, with traces of blood seeping out from under his skin.
Behind him, a giant scorpion with a body three meters long, seemingly carved from dark amethyst, relentlessly pursued him.
Compared to Congrett's condition, the giant scorpion seemed completely at ease, as if it were enjoying watching its prey struggle for its life.
In the several pairs of prismatic compound eyes in front of its body, a hint of mockery was clearly visible.
Congrit scrambled up a low sand dune and then rolled down from the top, hoping to shake off the Amethyst Scorpion.
But when he finally rolled onto flat ground and recovered from the chaotic dizziness, he saw in front of him a continuous stretch of transparent stems, reflecting the light of the stars.
"It's over————"
Congrit plopped down on the ground, a resigned, bitter smile on his face.
Before he could shake off his pursuers, his path was blocked by a thicket of trailing dandelions. Even if a god were to appear now, it seemed unlikely he could save him.
He took out a stained pendant from his pocket, carefully opened it, and looked at the photo inside.
In the photo, a little girl is riding on a boy's shoulders, and both of them are smiling brightly.
"I hope Uncle Kur and the others can help me take good care of my sister—"
A dark purple light swept over his head and projected in front of him; the Amethyst Scorpion had already arrived behind him, less than two meters away.
Congrett closed his eyes.
"call out"
A sound he had never heard before pierced his congested eardrums, followed by the sound of heavy objects collapsing, shattering, and falling to the ground behind him.
"Thank goodness I made it in time!"
A voice filled with relief came from the side. Congrit suddenly opened his eyes and saw two people walking towards him.
"Young man, are you alright?"
Through his goggles, Cheng Xu sized up the young man in front of him.
The boy's spine was as jagged as the vertebrae of a desert lizard, and his skin was the color of terracotta scorched by the blazing sun, with fine sand still embedded deep in the cracks of his rough skin.
He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a thin layer of muscle covering his frame, and you could even see the shape of his ribs through his protective suit.
Three gruesome wounds marred his left cheek, almost completely ruining the appearance of his face. His irises were a cloudy amber color, yet a strange silver ring lingered around the edge of his pupils.
A small, sharpened knife was tucked into the waistband of his tattered protective suit, the handle wrapped with faded electrical tape.
The wind swept past his chapped ears, bringing with it the sound of fine sand rubbing against his dry hair.
"I'm—fine. Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough cough—"
The boy struggled to get up from the ground, but the strain from the intense exercise left him unable to speak fluently.
Seeing this, Cheng Xu immediately gestured to Fields. Fields understood, took out a jug filled with water, filled it to the brim, and handed it to the boy in front of him.
"Gurgle gurgle————"
The boy gulped down water, and the redness on his skin gradually cooled down.
"My name is Cheng Xu, and this is Fields. We're just tourists passing through. What's your name?"
Seeing that the boy was not in good condition, but was at least slowly recovering, Cheng Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When he saw the boy being chased by the crystal scorpion from the aircraft, the situation was already extremely critical. Fortunately, he and Fields reacted quickly enough to save the boy from the clutches of death.
Otherwise, he would either die from the electric current of the trailing dandelion bushes, becoming nourishment for these vicious plants, or he would become a delicious meal for the crystal scorpion.
In Cheng Xu's view, both of them were too cruel.
"My name is—Congrett," the boy said, his voice still a little hoarse.
He finally had the mind to examine his saviors—one or two people completely encased in advanced protective suits, who, judging from their voices and physiques, were human males.
Congrett's eyes unconsciously darted to one side.
There, the amethyst scorpion that could have posed a deadly threat to him was lying on the ground, with a charred hole on its head.
Meanwhile, there seemed to be a large cat-like creature curiously scratching at the amethyst scorpion's carapace.
"Congrett, huh?
Fields spoke first: "Judging from your appearance, you must be a native of this planet, right? Which of the two tribes, the Bone-Slaying Tribe, do you belong to?"
Before landing on Sand Star, Cheng Xu had searched for detailed information about the planet in the Anomaly Management Bureau's database.
Initially, for a very long time, there was no advanced intelligent life on this planet.
Because of the harsh desert environment, the extreme heat, and the presence of dangerous creatures everywhere, this place is not a fertile ground for the easy breeding of advanced intelligent life.
However, sometime some time ago, a fleet that had been exiled by an extraterrestrial civilization arrived on this planet.
Over thousands of years, the people on the fleet eventually evolved into two tribes, namely the "Skeleton" and "Sandblood" that Fields just asked about.
As time went by, the conflict between the two tribes accumulated into a blood feud that lasted for years, with countless people dying in conflicts and wars of all sizes.
After discovering the vital interstellar industrial raw material, fluorite, the two tribes gradually engaged in a war of escalation in order to acquire more of this rare resource.
"I am a member of the Sandblood tribe," Congrett replied.
Fields asked curiously, "Logically speaking, you shouldn't be in a place like this. Why were you being chased by the Amethyst Scorpion in the Flowing Sound Sand Sea?"
Cheng Xu and Fields waited quietly for each other's reply.
On the planet Sand Star, in order to ensure that tourists do not interfere with or hinder the civilization of the natives, the Interstellar Convention strictly regulates the activity area of outsiders.
Correspondingly, certain scenic areas are also strictly off-limits to members of the Sigu and Shaxue tribes.
In other words, Congrett shouldn't actually be in the Flowing Sands.