Under the crisis of the sandstorm, Aristotle finally evolved, not the previous 'temporary evolution' that would eventually degenerate back, but a real evolution, a real evolution, a powerful tyrannosaurus!

Aristotle, who evolved into a tyrannosaur, was huge, much taller than the mechanical armored beast, and Aristotle stood in front of the convoy, lying on the ground, using his body to block the sand city storm, acting as the first line of defense. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone in the car circle suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, the stones smashed down became fewer, and even the wind blowing became weaker.

As time passed, the sandstorm continued as if it would never stop.

After all, Aristotle is a mortal in the flesh, with a sense of pain and touch, unlike the mechanical armored beast, the whole body is steel, no matter how many grains of sand and stones are smashed on it, the mechanical armored beast does not feel it, at most it is smashed into potholes.

Aristotle was able to block the sandstorm and was fine at first, but was hit by countless grains of sand and stones.

Even if Aristotle evolved into a tyrannosaurus beast, with rough skin and thick flesh, not only did he show a painful expression, but he gritted his teeth and carried it without making a sound, and the skin facing the direction of the sandstorm gradually opened and flesh was smashed, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

But this sandstorm, as if there was no trace of emotion, the ruthless tyrant with a heart like iron and stone, without the slightest sign of stopping, was still roaring madly.

In the face of such a terrifying force of nature, everyone felt that they were so humble, so small, so weak, that even a powerful full-body Digimon had to surrender and kneel under the power of nature.

Probably, only the legendary Ultimate Digimon would have the means to deal with such a terrifying force of nature.

In the sandstorm, everyone felt that the seconds were like years, there was no concept of time at all, I don't know how long it was, but I just felt that under the raging sandstorm, there were layers of yellow sand on their bodies, and the yellow sand buried them little by little, but they did not dare to act rashly.

I don't know how long it took, but the sandstorm finally disappeared and dissipated, and everything returned to calm and quiet.

After the "......" sand city storm disappeared, everyone was buried by Huang Shao, and they could only vaguely see the back of the tyrannosaurus beast, protruding from the sand.

After half a bang, an iron claw slammed out of the sand, and the mechanical armored beast crawled out of the sand with the unconscious Ares in its arms.

At this time, the surface of the mechanical armored beast's fuselage was full of potholes of different sizes, pitted, and covered with sand and dust, and it was very dilapidated by the wind and sand, and it looked as if it was about to be scrapped.

However, the Mecha Armored Beast has a 'self-healing' effect, and over time, it will recover on its own.

"Everyone's alright!?" The hatch of the mechanical armored beast opened, and Caesar escaped from the cockpit, asking loudly.

With Caesar's words, the sand bulged up innumerably, and everyone crawled out of the sand, and although some of the Agumons were stoned and wounded, no one died in this sandstorm, which was a blessing in misfortune.

And the ball beasts were carefully protected by everyone, but they were not injured at all.

"Village Chief!" Everyone got up, but Aristotle did not react at all, and was still buried in the yellow sand, only his backs were exposed, and everyone immediately ran over, and shouted in concern while digging the sand from Aristotle's body.

"I... I'm fine. After a while, Aristotle reacted, and as he spoke, he slowly moved and stood up with great force, and countless sands fell from his body.

At this time, everyone saw that the right side of Aristotle's body, the part facing the sandstorm, the hideous wound blown out by the sand and gravel gale, the flesh and blood were blurred, and it was also filled with countless grains of sand, which looked very terrible.

"Village Chief!!" Everyone looked at such a horrific and terrible injury, and all of them had tears in their eyes.

"I'm fine, I can't die yet," Aristotle said weakly.

Caesar took care of Aristotle's injuries while counting the losses, and the situation after the inventory was very unoptimistic.

The sandstorm was so great that most of the things on the cart were gone, some of the carts fell apart, and the camels that were responsible for pulling the carts and carrying the goods disappeared at some point.

And the wooden barrels containing the noblest thing in the desert, 'water', were smashed and leaked by the flying stones in the sand storm, and the water had run out, and the wooden barrels were all sand, and there was not a drop of water left.

Now, there are hundreds of them, all of them have no water in the desert, and Aristotle has evolved into a huge tyrannosaurus, not to mention, there are still injuries on the body.

What's worse is that this sandstorm lasted for a long time, at least a few hours, and everyone was hungry and thirsty at this time, but when they looked around, it was all endless yellow sand, and it was a completely desperate scene.

"Damn, what to do! What to do! Caesar looked at the map in his hand, his heart was extremely anxious, and the hand holding the map couldn't help but grasp it a little bit.

Caesar was in the worst state of all, his lips were completely chapped, and the silky golden hair on his body was all glued into strips, clinging to his body, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Since discovering that the oasis was flooded with yellow sand and that there was not enough water, Caesar began to conserve water, and at the end of the day, he did not drink two or three sips of water, and gave all the water to others, hoping to support the next water source.

But I never expected that now that the snow was frosty and experienced such a powerful sandstorm, Caesar's body was a little unbearable.

But Caesar can't fall now, everyone is counting on him, and once he falls, it's really all over.

"Throw everything away, we don't take anything, move on, ahem!" Caesar took two deep breaths of the hot air and shouted loudly to everyone, as he spoke, his dry throat couldn't help but cough twice, feeling the burning pain.

"Can you still go?" Bandaging Aristotle briefly, Caesar asked.

"Yes—" Aristotle nodded.

Because the existing materials are really limited, Aristotle's injuries are too serious, just roughly clean and bandage, there is still a lot of sand in the wound that cannot be cleaned, and the bandaging is only roughly bandaged, and some wounds are exposed, which is already the limit.

Everyone threw away everything, each carrying only some food that had not been swept away, putting on clothes and scarves, and continued to move forward tenaciously against the hot wind and sun in the desert. (To be continued.) )