The Fall of the King of Sand

Breaking the speed of the sound, the cut was absolutely flawless to a shining red orange that was formed into a crescent arc. It's brilliantly shining even though it's day.

[You've dealt 12,400 critical damage

You slain Sandking

Quest Complete

You've gain a Heroic Shard

You have level up

You have level up

You have level up

You have level up

You have level up

You have level up

You have level up

You have level up

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You have finished the quest, the rewards will automatically be given to the host.

Caution Host: High level warning the host will die if the wounds and grave injuries will not heal immediately. The current host regeneration will stop temporarily.

Host has been inflicted by toxic bleeding! 15 HP per minute]

Sandking was perfectly split into two, looking at me with disbelief that he would lose to this puny human. He was once held as a king, the king of dessert and it knows that no one could defeat him in his own area.

Only despair and helplessness can be only seen on its face and talk to me telepathically and say, "You think I didn't know your plan human? It's only chaos you bring if you try to get all those shards… You just made your own doom kekeke!!".

After it's last words, the bright red eyes turned heavy as it did its last remaining energy to do something big.

uwww….krrkkk!! (earthquake sounds)

[High concentration of mana detected. Please escape immediately.

Due to high injuries and bleeding the system will provide safety precautions. Would the host allow for auto teleportation by using 500 gold?

Yes or No]

"That's the way system, thank you and also yes… absolutely!" I said to the system with my horse's voice even though my mouth can speak because of injury.

[Host selected Yes

Initiating Auto Teleportation in 3…

2…

1…]

A magic circle surrounds my body for a teleport somewhere safe. It kind of feels like a Thanos teleportation, I mean it's similar to it coming from that colossal ship.

I know that this bastard is trying to do it's special skill the Epicenter. I can see that everything within his area of this skill will turn into sand only for non living things, that's not even the worst part, after turning it into a sand the whole area will turn into a quicksand that even high story building will sucked into it.

I was lying there in this hot sand felt on my face as I slowly fading my consciousness.

As we can see the visible damage on my body that my own muscles were getting smaller and thinner like a balloon that has lost its air. The left hand was already not there anymore because that last attack can burst my whole left hand.

That would not happen if I just used it immediately in the first place just because of thinking too much I have to sacrifice it to win this fight. My blood is making a sizzling sound, the poison is so potent that could cause the blood to turn into an acid.

I really did learn a lot this fight. There's too many what ifs but because of my trump card mindset I would lose my life.

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At the Military base of Afghanistan…

"Anything on Visual Soldier?" One of the higher ranking officers asked one of the operators.

"There's nothing yet sir… this all we have only can see, the sandstorm" the Operator answered him back.

Coulson looking at the satellite vision only saw nothing so he went back to the bus and asked Fitz if there's anything good news. Only he sees that he's already working on it and he asked.

"Sir… can I ask you a question?"

"What is it Jemma?"

"W-why would you leave him there alone? I mean that it would be impossible to stop that thing. It would like to fight the whole army itself. Even the tanks are just like paper that has been cut into pieces, and why would you think that our guy could stop that thing!?" Jemma exclaimed as she asked why Coulson would leave a teenage dude in that deadzone area.

"Well, actually he-..."

Fitz cutoff Coulson before he answered "umm… guys I got visuals right now!" as he typing the computer as the map zoomed in very close to the dead zone area.

"How did you get visual even though the military can't get in touch with it?" Melinda asked

Fitz turned around and explained how he did it, "Actually before we went to the mission, I remember Mr. Cruz said that there's another type of energy every time that monster releases. And Jemma here tested that the sand has some kind of biological gas that could control the sand.

So I made a call that if we locate the release of the gas where it is coming from and voila! I didn't think to work though but well… it-it work p-pretty well haha" as he chuckled with a dry laugh.

"Now let us see what's happening there and also explain those color things in that monitor"

Fitz turned back and explained thoroughly, "As you can see, saw those green things?" he pointed around the monitor since it was scattered around the whole area.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Those little things are the one controlling the sands, it's a living thing so you can definitely see the difference between an object without life.

Here's the scariest thing about this, if that monster is of similar intelligence to us , those sand will turn into glass by reconstructing its composition and using the heating and cooling… it's like a walking glass factory!.And about this one…" Fitz changed the map direction a few kilometers from the area they left me.

They saw the green dots were avoiding somewhere in an area almost similar to an eye of a storm.

"Wait, you mean that that green thing has its own mind? like bacteria?" Grant asked confusingly.

"Not exactly Grant… Let me give you an example, you saw those workers ain't right? And that monster is the one who is controlling those. That way that thing can control it as for the current situation, it's moving back and forth within these minutes like the storm was held for a purpose or I think.." Fitz didn't even finish talking, Coulson added…

"Or it was stopped by someone else" Coulson said with a smile on his face. Coulson didn't decide that he would leave me, it's my decision to kill it or at least stop from moving forward towards the city.

Last 4 hours ago…

At the bus, Coulson was busy reading some reports and someone just knocked on the door. He saw me knocking at the door since it opened, since I didn't want to interrupt him as a sign of respect.

*knock**knock*

"Busy?" I asked Coulson as I closed the door slowly.

He also noticed my actions so he put away his tablet and he answered with a hint of surprise since I am not a person who would not trouble some people except if it's important.

"Not at all, what is it Mr. Cruz? Is there anything you would like to say to me? It seemed to be important." he asked.

"It's about this mission Mr. Coulson…" after I said that he frowned.

"And what about this mission? is there anything wrong with it?"

"It's not just wrong, it's absolutely wrong Coulson. This thing would massacre those military who would go on this mission. This is not a mission anymore Coulson, it's a suicide attack.

And also correct me if I'm wrong if Hydra knows about this, it would be even more catastrophic! You know about these consequences right?" I told him a sincere tone.

Coulson didn't answer immediately instead he thought for a second before he answered him back.

"You know Ken,the world government is watching this mission whether it is successful or not. This mission is not classified as you think, and we are talking about millions of lives at stake in the worst case scenario.

Those soldiers might already know that they might not come back and they have been debriefed about the difficulty of this mission and some them are locals that they would protect their brethren even it cost their lives"

"I only can only give up on it since the government was already at it. I also have a request Coulson"

"And what is it?"