Starting from the Planetary Governor

“The monsters have already drawn 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-white robes stood on the branches, looking towards the distant battlefield.

Around them, a light breeze swirled, obscuring their view and making it hard to spot them from afar, even Gu Hang’s Spiritual Vision failed to detect their presence.

These three were none other than the apostles of the Primordial Wrath Owl Sect.

The leader was exceptionally tall, his presence on the branch seemed somewhat out of place. But upon closer inspection, one would realize that he was not merely standing; he was only touching the branches with the tips of one foot. A pale white vortex of wind beneath his feet cradled his body.

It was more like floating.

His real name was known to very few. But his code name within the sect was infamous.

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

Although they were not involved in specific affairs, they had powerful combat capabilities.

Within the Primordial Wrath Owl Sect, each of the twelve executive Divine Envoys had received the true blessing of the Primal Fury Owl, granting them the ability to use the formidable Storm God Skill. Their exalted status within the sect was second only to the four High Priests.

However, at this moment, the Howling Wind Divine Envoy was hesitating.

Upon hearing the query from the subordinate clergy behind him, he responded, “Now is not a good opportunity, the impact caused by that pus-filled monster is far smaller than we estimated. The guard soldiers around that governor have not been thrown into disorder at all.”

The clergy who spoke earlier spoke up again, “But… Your Excellency, Divine Envoy, are we really going to give up this opportunity?”

This question plunged the Howling Wind Divine Envoy into silence.

The man waited for a moment before speaking again, unable to restrain himself, “This mission was personally given by High Priest Cikao, it is crucial for our god’s great endeavor in Revival City.”

The Howling Wind Divine Envoy still didn’t speak.

The third person beside them spoke up, “Do not disturb the Divine Envoy’s contemplation.”

The former’s face stiffened as he added, “I apologize, I did not mean to question anything; I am just a bit anxious. The controller we obtained from the Life School is already in an overloaded state. To maintain control over this scale of numbers, we can hold on for less than ten minutes…”

“Quiet,” the third clergy from earlier interrupted once more, “No need to elaborate, we are all aware, let the Divine Envoy make the decision.”

Finally, the man closed his mouth.

A few minutes later, the tallest Howling Wind Divine Envoy standing at the forefront heaved a sigh.

“Let’s take action, today is the day we sacrifice ourselves to the storm.”

The other two felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing this.

By the Divine Envoy’s implications… sacrifice? Could it be a one-way journey?

Has it come to this extent?

But now there was no time for them to ponder further.

The Howling Wind Divine Envoy leapt from the branch first. The wind that initially suspended him above the branch turned tumultuous in an instant, taking on the shape of a Storm Giant Eagle, emitting a clear cry, carrying the Divine Envoy as it soared forward.

The other two clergy hurried to follow. They too called forth their Storm Eagles and, riding them, quickly caught up.

The three of them formed a triangular formation and swiftly flew toward the human soldiers’ position not far away.

Not long after they started their move, the governor’s soldiers had already spotted them.

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

Bullets immediately covered the three of them.

However, they were of little effect.

Moving targets, especially those flying at high speeds, are not easy to hit. The training package provided by the system made all the soldiers qualified within a few days, but that didn’t mean every qualified soldier was a marksman who never missed. Most people couldn’t guarantee accuracy when shooting at distant and fast-moving objects.

Even with machine-gun fire, chasing after the targets, the results were very poor.

Of course, with bullets flying everywhere and the number of shots increasing, there would eventually be hits.

But with the fierce attacks of those pustule monsters on the ground, most of the firepower was needed to suppress these enemies. There were only a few who could redirect their guns to shoot at the three unidentified flying objects above.

Originally in short supply, and with questionable accuracy, the number of bullets that actually hit was even fewer.

It was only the specially trained sharpshooters and the Marines who could guarantee a certain hit rate. But soldiers with such abilities were far too few.

Moreover, even if stray bullets or those from sharpshooters did hit, they were not very useful.

Even Wohan, who had only gained Storm Sorcery because he had paid enough money, could use a wind shield to block a few seconds of concentrated fire from electromagnetic rifles. Not to mention a Divine Envoy and two official priests.

Underneath the wings of the Storm Giant Eagles, the power of the wind swirled around the three, and the few bullets that did hit had no effect at all; they were simply deflected.

Howling Wind Divine Envoy led the two priests, riding the Storm Giant Eagles, to the airspace above the governor’s troop position.

They began to circle.

Then, the winds picked up.

A white storm enveloped the area below.

Wind, by all accounts, is colorless, just the movement of air. But the gusts called forth by their hands carried a white mist.

The mist that came with the wind was not cold nor damp, but rather had a cutting sensation.

Putting aside the slight pain of the wind against the skin, many soldiers were even blown about haphazardly.

Afterward, as the mist thickened with the wind within minutes, it started to affect visibility.

Direct casualties were limited for the moment. Many people had minor cuts from the wind imbued with supernatural energy, but these cuts were certainly far from fatal.

If these three Cult Divine Envoys and Divine Envoy had concentrated the storm in a much smaller area, those minor cuts could actually be lethal, like death by a thousand cuts.

But not now.

Compared to just killing a small portion of the main troops, the Storm Sorcery they released was more about disrupting the human soldiers’ ability to continue fighting below, allowing the pustule monsters on the outskirts to breach their defense line.

That was more efficient.

The Storm Sorcery they circled and cast above the position indeed affected the soldiers’ firepower output.

Blown about, struggling to even stand steady, feeling sharp pain when the wind struck exposed skin such as the face… these factors prevented the soldiers from shooting accurately.

And the white fog that came with the wind, continually swirling, impacted visibility as well.

As the soldiers’ firepower weakened, a large number of monsters closed in!