Donnie's speed wasn't the fastest among them, but he was also in the first echelon, so he wasn't very far away from the Duogus.

Because of this, he also saw a dilapidated building not far away under the yellow sand.

It may be a city buried in yellow sand, which is not uncommon in some adventure stories, and it can even be said that it is not uncommon.

Wind and sand erosion has eroded away the details of this massive structure, but you can still see how heavy it was when it was built.

For people like Donnie who are in terrible shape and have been running wild in the desert for a while, this ruin is basically the only place to go.

Unless someone is willing to give up this place and go to fight against the abnormal sandstorm behind them.

The God of Stories may well have added some attributes to Sandstorm, such as being unconfrontationable or something like that. Of course, there must be an upper limit to these attributes, and as long as the strength exceeds the upper limit, they can be broken. But the problem is that the legendary extraordinary people can't withstand it, and the others are rushing over to give people their heads.

In desperation, there may have been people who had lost their heads, but Downey really didn't see anyone doing that.

Duo Gu rushed to the front, and he slapped the head of the black snake totem, and the behemoth suddenly turned into small snakes, just like before.

Soon, Duogu got a response from these little snakes.

"It's safe here for the time being, come here!"

By the time the transcendents fled into the building, which they didn't know if it was safe or not, there were only about thirty people left, and the odds and weirdos with poor strength had all died in the sandstorm.

As Donnie had thought, even the most vigorous monsters would be able to survive in this environment.

It was only after they were given a little respite that the Transcendents were able to recover.

Downey sat in a position with a better view, only to see that the transcendents in the underground space had been divided into several distinct camps.

Demon hunters and idle extraordinaries gathered around the Duogus, a dozen or so in all. The Clergy are all around the Griffon Knights, and some of them would rather hown themselves than resurrect the God of Stories, unlike the Griffon Knights.

The weirdos gathered around a Blood Viscount, the third-order vampire looked like a personable middle-aged gentleman, but at this time, the appearance of drinking blood to recover strength did not match the gentlemanly demeanor.

The rest of the agents were still around Moore, and although it was difficult to get rid of the mustard in their hearts for a while, as agents, they had long understood the rules of Fort 13, so they all got together after thinking it out.

Now, Donnie is alone, and there is no one around him except the paper goblins.

Of course, there were people who wanted to win over Donnie, and in any case, his strength was enough to crush most of the people present, but Downey was unmoved, still hiding in the corner.

There are people other than Donnie who make this choice, and because things are moving so fast, no one comes to Donnie's trouble.

The paper goblin now took on the heavy lift, and it definitely knew more about the stories than the vast majority of those present. Even some occult scholars come over and do not necessarily do a better job than it does.

But just like the previous events, there are too few clues left around, and the paper goblins have a hard time figuring out the origin of the story scenes.

The wind outside was still whining, and the wind and sand were constantly lapping against the ruins of the abandoned stone buildings, almost every blow seemed to knock on people's hearts, making people a little breathless.

The atmosphere was still very oppressive, and it didn't seem like there was any possibility of getting active.

"When will this sandstorm stop?" A strange man who stayed by the Blood's side asked the people around him.

The one it questioned was a very strange-looking humanoid monstrous, covered in yellowish scales that seemed to reflect in the light of the fire.

"Where do I know where to go!" This is a bit similar to the pangolin, and he said angrily. It had dug a hole hundreds of meters deep and hid in it, thinking that it would be able to avoid the disaster, but it was directly controlled and came here.

But it suppressed its anger and said, "I can't control the sand here, so we can only listen—"

It wanted to say that it was left to fate, but when it thought about it, it felt that something was wrong, so it didn't say so.

But at this moment, the griffin knight on the other side shouted, "Come here, see what this is!" ”

His voice was loud and spread throughout this not-so-spacious space.

Donnie and the others cautiously walked over, and sure enough, a strange door appeared on the wall that the griffon knight was pointing.

It is a stone door made of exactly the same material as the walls, and it is covered with yellow sand, making it difficult to spot without looking closely.

"Let's find out if there is such a stone gate!" The voice of the paper fairy suddenly appeared in Donnie's ears.

It was the first time Pepper had spoken since she had made it here.

Downey subconsciously thought that Pepper might have found something, so he immediately began to search the surrounding area as Pepper said.

He quickly saw that, as Pepper had said, there were not just one stone door on the surrounding wall, but six doors.

"This is a myth from a foreign land, in the ancient desert sleeps an ancient god who is different from other gods, he came out of nowhere, has been sleeping in the depths of the desert, and if he is awakened, the whole world will be destroyed."

The words of the paper goblin attracted many people, and some of them had also heard the story.

"There was an unstoppable sandstorm outside, and six doors would lead to the place where the old god slumbered. Doesn't that mean that no matter what we choose, we will awaken the old gods? ”

The paper fairy ignored the man and said to himself, "This story will be over as long as one of us awakens the evil god, so as long as we stay here......"

Pepper meant that everyone stayed, not entering the stone gate, so as not to awaken the old gods under the desert.

But if things really are that simple, then all sixty-six story scenes will not be lost in two days.

As soon as the paper goblins said this, the stones used to block the wind and sand turned into debris as they ran in, and the wind began to destroy the underground structure.

Donnie took out Wakilgaon, but the Wind Demon Sword was of no use at this point, and he couldn't even control the slightest trace of the storm.

In this way, Donnie and they have only one choice left, either die here or enter the six stone gates.

There may be some of these people who are willing to give up their lives to prevent the resurrection of the god of stories, but not all.