Howling Wind Divine Envoy

"Those monsters have already drawn the vast majority of the Governor's soldiers' firepower. What are we waiting for?"

In the dense forest not far away, three figures clad in gray-white robes stood atop the tree branches, gazing out at the distant battlefield.

A gentle breeze swirled around their bodies, obscuring their presence and making it difficult to observe them from afar; even Gu Hang's spiritual vision had failed to detect that anyone was standing there.

These three were none other than the apostles of the Primal Angry Owl Sect.

The leader was exceptionally tall, appearing quite incongruous as he stood on the branch. However, a closer look would reveal that he wasn't simply standing; only the tip of one foot rested on the bough. A mass of pale wind swirled beneath his foot, supporting his body.

It was more like floating.

Few knew his real name, but his codename within the sect was thunderous.

He was one of the twelve Great Executive Envoys, the Howling Wind Divine Envoy.

Although they did not concern themselves with specific administrative affairs, they possessed formidable combat power.

Within the Primal Angry Owl Sect, every one of the twelve Great Executive Envoys had received the true blessing of the Primal Angry Owl and was capable of wielding powerful Storm Sorcery. Their lofty status within the sect was second only to the four High Priests.

Yet, at this moment, the Howling Wind Divine Envoy was somewhat hesitant.

Hearing the inquiry from the attendant priest behind him, he replied, "Now is not a good opportunity. The impact caused by these Abscess Monsters is far smaller than we estimated. The guards around that Governor haven't fallen into chaos at all."

The priest who had spoken earlier opened his mouth again: "But... Lord Envoy, are we really going to give up this chance?"

This question plunged the Howling Wind Divine Envoy into silence.

The man waited for a moment, unable to help himself from speaking again: "This is a mission personally issued by High Priest Cuika'ao, concerning the great cause of the God in Revival City."

The Howling Wind Divine Envoy still did not speak.

The third person beside them spoke up: "Do not disturb the Envoy's thoughts."

The former's face stiffened, and he added, "Apologies, I didn't mean to question anything; I'm just a bit anxious. The controller we obtained from the Life School is already in an overloaded state. Maintaining this scale of quantity control can last at most another ten minutes..."

"Quiet." The third priest interrupted him again. "You don't need to say more; we all know. Let Lord Envoy make the decision."

The man finally shut his mouth.

A few minutes later, the Howling Wind Divine Envoy, the tallest among them, finally sighed.

"Let us move out. Today is the moment for us to sacrifice ourselves for the storm."

The two behind him felt a chill in their hearts.

By the sound of it, Lord Envoy meant... sacrifice? Does this mean there is a high chance of no return?

Has it reached this point?

But there was no time for them to dwell on it.

The Howling Wind Divine Envoy leaped from the branch first. The wind that had been supporting his float instantly surged, morphing into the shape of a Storm Giant Eagle. It let out a clear, sharp cry, carrying the Envoy as it soared forward.

The other two priests hurriedly caught up, summoning their own Storm Eagles and riding them in direct pursuit.

The three of them formed a triangular formation, speeding toward the human soldier positions not far away.

Not long after they began their movement, the Governor's soldiers discovered their tracks.

It was hard not to notice; three Storm Giant Eagles—one large and two small—each carrying a person, were far too conspicuous.

Gunfire immediately began to blanket the three of them.

However, it had little effect.

Hitting moving targets, especially objects flying at high speeds, was not that easy. The training package provided by the system had turned all the soldiers into qualified troops within a few days, but that did not mean every qualified soldier was a crack shot. Most people could not guarantee accuracy when firing at high-speed objects at a distance.

Even machine-gun fire, chasing them as they flew, yielded very poor results.

Of course, with bullets flying everywhere and the sheer volume of fire, they would eventually hit something.

But the assault from the Abscess Monsters on the ground remained fierce, and most of the firepower still needed to be used to suppress those enemies. Only a few could shift their muzzles to target the three unknown entities flying in the sky.

There were few enough to begin with, and combined with the questionable accuracy, the number of actual hits was even lower.

The precision marksmen specially trained within the unit and the Marines could guarantee a certain hit rate, but soldiers with such capabilities were still too rare.

Moreover, even if stray bullets or shots from precision marksmen did land, they were of little use.

Even Vaughan, who had only been granted Storm Sorcery because he had paid enough money, could use a wind shield to block concentrated fire from several electromagnetic rifles for a few seconds, let alone an Envoy and two official priests.

Beneath the wings of the Storm Giant Eagles, the power of the wind swirled around the three of them. The few bullets that did strike caused them no impact at all, simply bouncing off.

The Howling Wind Divine Envoy, leading the two priests, rode their Storm Giant Eagles right into the airspace above the Governor's troop positions.

They began to circle.

And then, the wind rose.

A white storm enveloped the area below.

Wind, logically speaking, has no color; it is merely moving air. But the gale driven by their hands carried a white mist.

The mist that came with the gale was neither cold nor damp; instead, it carried a sensation like being sliced by blades.

Not to mention the slight pain of the wind scraping against their faces, many soldiers were even blown off balance by the sheer force of the gale.

Then, as the wind whipped up an increasingly thick fog, within a few minutes, it began to obstruct their vision.

The immediate casualties were, for the moment, not significant. Many people had small cuts sliced into their bodies by the wind imbued with extraordinary energy, but these wounds were certainly far from fatal.

If these three cultist priests and divine envoys had compressed the range of the Storm Sorcery into a smaller area, then these small wounds could truly kill a person, much like death by a thousand cuts.

But that was not the case now.

Compared to simply killing a small number of foot soldiers, the Storm Sorcery they unleashed was intended more to disrupt the human soldiers below, allowing the Abscess Monsters on the perimeter to break through their defensive lines.

That was far more efficient.

Hovering above the battlefield, the Storm Sorcery cast by the three of them was indeed impacting the soldiers' firepower output.

Being blown off balance, struggling to even stand firm, and the stinging pain of the wind whipping against exposed skin like their faces—all these factors made it impossible for the soldiers to aim and fire properly.

The white mist that arrived with the wind, swirling wildly, also hampered visibility.

As the soldiers' firepower weakened significantly, a large number of monsters broke through and closed in!