Chapter 852: The Sand King Arrives

The place where the giant scorpion emerged was directly below the formation of the Westwind Warriors. Although the warriors had been trying their best to retreat, their speed of retreat was much slower than the scorpion’s speed of burrowing. As a result, the scorpion effortlessly dug its way beneath everyone’s feet and then forcefully emerged from the ground, thrusting upwards.

“Boom!”

With a loud noise, all the Westwind Warriors directly above the scorpion were sent flying into the air. At least twenty or thirty of them flailed their limbs, screaming and flying a long distance before crashing heavily to the ground. The metallic armor they wore made a clanging sound as it fell.

The two Norma observers watching from within the city couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. “Now they know how powerful it is, huh? Hehe, these twenty or thirty people are definitely going to die. With such a forceful blow from the scorpion, no one can withstand the tremendous impact. Their internal organs will all be shattered.”

However, before their words had even finished, all twenty-three warriors who were sent flying managed to flip over and get back on their feet. They shook their heads and cursed, “Damn, what kind of weird bug is this?”

The two People of Norma: …

Among the group of warriors who were thrown off, Kante was also there. After he got up and regained his footing, he shouted, “Where did this huge scorpion come from? What do you desert people feed these scorpions? How did it grow so big?”

Motra couldn’t help but sweat. “We didn’t feed it. This should be the legendary monster at the border of the Qinghong Mountain Range and the Desert Kingdom, the Sand King!”

Kante asked, “What the hell is that? A monster? It even has a name? I thought all the insects in the desert were this distinctive.”

“No way!” Motra exclaimed. “Stop the nonsense, be careful, this thing is about to attack.”

The Sand King swung its enormous pincers forward. Kante, who had just gotten up from the ground and was talking to Motra, completely underestimated the scorpion’s attack. The large pincer instantly caught Kante and lifted him up into the air with a snap.

The nearby soldiers were startled and shouted loudly, “This is bad!”

The large pincer clamped Kante around the waist and lifted him up in mid-air. The two People of Norma began to laugh again, “He will die now, right? With a gentle squeeze from the large pincer, it can easily snap him in half at the waist.”

However, their joy lasted only a few seconds. They noticed that the Sand King seemed to be struggling a bit. It turned out that it was exerting force, trying to crush Kante in half. However, no matter how hard it squeezed, it couldn’t crush him. It tried again with even more force, still nothing. It even used all its strength to squeeze, but still, nothing.

Kante was wearing a set of Titansteel armor, which had an insanely high level of hardness. Unless the Sand King used a special skill, thinking that it could break through the defense of this armor with a regular attack was simply wishful thinking.

Enraged, the Sand King slammed Kante forcefully into the ground.

After the sound of armor rolling on the ground, Kante rolled dozens of meters away, landing in a messy heap. But astonishingly, he managed to get up, shook his hand, and shook his head, saying, “Oh my god, that scared the hell out of me. I almost thought I had to wait for resurrection.”

The two People of Norma: …

The Sand King was also a bit confused. However, being a monster, its brain was relatively simple, so it didn’t dwell on confusion for too long. It quickly recovered and continued to attack. With a swing of its large pincers, it swept all the Westwind Warriors in front of it into the air, sending them flying in all directions.

This was truly a devastating blow. For an ordinary person, receiving such an attack would mean certain death.

However, after being thrown off and flying a long distance, each and every one of those Westwind Warriors got back on their feet, uttering exclamations of pain and curses like “Ouch” and “Damn.” But not a single one of them died.

In the world of swords and magic, as long as they were still alive, there wasn’t any problem.

Elsie and several priests from the New Church of Light, along with Druids from the Elven tribe, chanted spells—Healing, Mass Healing, Regeneration—casting a barrage of magic. The Westwind Warriors immediately returned to their original condition, lively and energetic once again.

“What kind of creature is this giant scorpion?”

“We need to take it down quickly!”

The Westwind Warriors regrouped, and a few of them drew their two-handed swords, roaring as they swung at the Sand King’s legs. However, with a crisp sound, their attacks were blocked. Their mithril swords couldn’t cut through the armor on the Sand King’s legs.

With a gentle flick of its slender leg, the Sand King sent several Westwind Warriors flying backward.

Someone shouted, “This thing seems to have high physical defense! Use magic!”

“Grenadiers! Where are your magic grenades?”

“Report, I’m a grenadier, and I have six grenades.”

“Throw them! Why are you even counting?”

The Westwind Warrior threw two grenades at the Sand King, causing two thunderous explosions. The explosive magic stored in the grenades detonated on the Sand King’s back. The Sand King roared in anger, showing no visible wounds on its body, but a significant portion of its carapace was charred black, making it extremely furious.

The Sand King shook its large pincers, intending to strike at the soldier. However, the soldier waved his hand, throwing two more grenades, and many other grenadiers also threw grenades at it.

The Sand King’s pincer attack froze in mid-air, and then it suddenly dived into the ground with a swift movement.

The grenades landed where it had just been, exploding into nothingness.

The soldiers were slightly taken aback, but suddenly they felt the earth trembling. The Sand King burst out from beneath their feet, sending dozens of soldiers who were standing on the ground flying into the air, crashing down in the distance.

Then, with another swift movement, it dived back into the ground.

“Damn, this blasted thing!” Kante shouted, “If it stays underground, how are we going to fight it?”

Elsie exclaimed, “Who knows? Do we have any earth magicians?”

“I have a magic tool with Earth Rupture inside!” a soldier rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a square box. He placed the box on the ground and pressed the switch on top. With a click, the box opened on all sides, releasing a surge of earth magic.

The ground split apart, creating a deep fissure on both sides.

However, it didn’t make much difference. Earth Rupture didn’t hit the Sand King. Who knew where it was underground? Besides, this was a desert, and the fissure created by the spell was instantly filled with sand pouring in from both sides, burying it.

The group was slightly stunned, and before they could react, the Sand King emerged from another location, sending a dozen soldiers who were standing directly above it flying into the air.

“Damn it, this thing keeps hiding underground. We can’t deal with it easily.”

“We can’t hit it.”

The Westwind Warriors grumbled awkwardly.

They were entangled by the Sand King, unable to support their allies on the other side. Meanwhile, the rebel forces supported by the Kingdom of Norma launched a fierce assault from behind, causing the three rebel groups on their side to retreat steadily.