"Damn, when I get out of the desert, I'll soak myself in the water for three days and three nights. I can't take it anymore. I haven't bathed in three months."
"Smell my armpit fragrance."
Boom!!!
"F * ck, what?!
Earthquake? "
"Is there another volcanic eruption in the desert?"
Just as they were chatting, a strange noise came from the direction of the sand dune facing the sun. The experienced Berber guide, who was in his twenties, stood up dutifully.
He had traveled through the desert with his family since he was young. He ate and slept with the yellow sand, but he had never heard such a loud noise in all his years of experience.
"Don't worry, we have a local guide here. We'll be fine."
"That's right …"
"Ah ba!"
The Berber guide suddenly jumped down from the sand dune and looked back at the Sahara adventurers in horror. At the same time, he pointed into the distance in panic.
There seemed to be something terrifying coming from the other side of the sand dune.
"Ah ba, right?!"
The teammate, who was proficient in multiple languages, looked at the Berber guide in confusion. This guide had earned a lot of money for more than a hundred days. Logically speaking, even if a sandstorm came, a well-trained guide would not panic.
"What is the guide saying?"
"He said …" The teammate frowned and did not know what to say. The guide's words gave him a headache. Could the guide be suffering from hysteria in the desert?
"A devil has appeared."
"Devil?"
"It's probably a sandstorm."
Although they were in the Sahara Desert and were divided into two worlds by the desert, the religion of the entire Afrika continent was Abrahamic. Religious terms such as devil and angel were commonly used.
A few fearless travelers stood up and walked toward the sand dune curiously.
"Devil!"
The first few who climbed up the sand dune screamed in horror. The others behind them were shocked and almost cursed out loud.
But after climbing up the sand dune, their curses were suppressed by fear. Everyone looked at the yellow sand world in the distance with cold hands and feet.
Under the scorching sun, even the sunlight that could kill could not bring warmth to the surface of their bodies.
"What's that …"
The leading traveler widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide in horror. His fragile worldview had been severely impacted.
The blue sky and fine yellow sand intertwined to form the main colors of the desert. And in the center of this yellow sand world, a terrifying monster that was dozens of meters tall stood in the golden sky.
Like an indescribable object pieced together from the Cthulhu Mythos, the monster's body contained different physical characteristics of a human, a cow, a goat, a camel, and even a scorpion. However, it had no fur or exoskeleton, only flowing yellow sand covering its shoulders. It was horrifying.
It moved slowly in the sea of sand, its huge body bringing with it the pressure of death.
Although it wasn't as tall as the thousand-meter-tall famous mountain, the Yellow Sand Monsters were more likely to instill fear in people.
"There really are demons in the Sahara Desert …"
The folklore of the tribes around the desert had descriptions of the horrors of the Sahara. For example, fire fell from the sky and burned the ground, forming an incomparable inferno. There were also legends that there were man-eating demons under the golden sand in the depths of the Sahara. Just like how the Great River Civilization had records of floods, the natural environment and production conditions determined the mythical memories.
The development of modern technology had long since broken the illusions caused by backward productivity. However, at this moment, the appearance of the Yellow Sand Monster made a few travelers who were incomparably firm in their belief in science rub their eyes in disbelief.
After all, when they set off from the outside world, they hadn't heard of any messy supernatural incidents.
What's more, they didn't know that the Island nation had already openly admitted the existence of supernatural incidents, and suspected incidents had also occurred all over the world.
"Ah ba, right?"
The Berber guide knelt on the yellow sand and kowtowed to the monster. Although there was no translation of his words, the adventuring travelers could roughly guess the meaning of his words.
Because at this moment, they also felt the same and wanted to kneel.
The blazing yellow sand seemed to be the monster's bath. It wildly controlled the yellow sand to roll up and wash the dirt on its body, stirring up strange phenomena between heaven and earth.
"Ah, film it, I have to film it, I have to film it."
A traveler carrying a heavy DSLR screamed in shock. He frantically took out the equipment from his bag and aimed it at the Yellow Sand Monster in the distance. He was so excited that his whole body was trembling, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Even the camera had no choice but to admit that it was useless in terms of anti-shake.
"Click!"
Continuous shooting. The camera focused on the continuous shooting mode. With the technology developed by humans for instantaneous art, every detail of the Yellow Sand Monster was vivid in the eyes.
"Don't attract the monster!"
"He's tired of living."
A few teammates rushed over in fear. This photographer was tired of living. Why was he still shooting at such a critical moment? Wasn't he afraid of dragging all of them down with him?
"Hey!
Ah ba, ah ba, ah ba! "
The Berber guide made things even more difficult. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws at the photographer, cursing in agitation.
This monster that had suddenly appeared was a god of the desert. These rude outsiders actually wanted to film the majestic appearance of a god. This was intolerable!
Even if they had to give up their money this time, they had to beat this guy up.
Gods could not be looked at directly, sculpted, or painted. It seemed like it was true that humans used their own brains to understand the taboo of creating gods.
The expensive camera fell into the yellow sand. The guide and the photographer wrestled with each other. A few of their companions rushed forward to stop them. How could there be internal strife at such a critical moment?
"Roar!"
The ten-meter-tall yellow sand monster suddenly roared.
The people who were wrestling with each other trembled in fear. They immediately realized that this was not the time for internal strife. They carefully lay on the sand dune and watched the yellow sand monster attack.
The monster's stomach suddenly expanded, and it spat out a wind bomb from its bloody mouth.
The wind bomb was invisible, but the yellow sand and gravel that it rolled up had substance.
The huge wind bomb smashed into the sand dune in the distance, and the ear-piercing explosion made people tremble.
A small sand dune was instantly blown away and smashed into a high-rise building. It was another 911 tragedy.
The blown up sand dune formed a sky full of storms, and a casual attack was at the level of a natural disaster.
"This is simply a sandstorm. To be able to casually create such a terrifying sandstorm, this is way too strong."
The three camels were restlessly moving, and the two camels were panic-stricken, running in the desert while neighing loudly.
There were important resources on the camel's peak!
"Not good!
We can't let this last one get away! "
There was no time to worry about the yellow sand monster in the distance, nor did he care about the sand blowing like knives on his body. The strong captain's muscles bulged and he grabbed the reins of the last camel.
The yellow sand monster continued to attack the sand dune, forcibly changing the desert's surface.
With the last roar of the cannon, the yellow sand that filled the sky stopped dancing.