The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　The Sand People drive sand carts through the desert, leaving special marks on the ground that they call "sand marks," which can only be perceived and discovered by those who possess the same source of power.

　The original purpose of "sand markings" was to record routes in the desert, but later they were used for rescue missions.

　But if it can "rescue," it can also "track."

　Malt was quite certain that his people would intervene, and in that case, Harry and Ackerman's team would leave their mark.

　From the various locations of the anomalies, she selected the most likely one and planned a route towards it. Sure enough, she discovered the "sand mark" left by the Sand Clan!

　The "Sand Seal" is not omnipotent; it can be destroyed by excessively strong sandstorms and magical beasts that live in the desert.

　But the Sand Clan can always find the next "Sand Mark" to continue the tracking. Malt's ability to control sand and dust is innate, and it is stronger than that of its peers from birth, with its perception ability being several times greater than that of its peers.

　After finding the first "sand mark", she switched to a sand cart and drove it herself to lead the way.

　Out of curiosity, Dark, Emma, ​​and Ash all tried riding in a sand cart – and the experience was far from pleasant!

　After riding for only a short while, Dak felt his insides churning and almost vomited for the first time in his life.

　Looking at Emma and Ash, they weren't much better off either.

　Looking at the three of them, Maiya couldn't help but burst into laughter. After spending the night together, she felt more at ease and relaxed a lot.

　Then the three of them returned to the carriage, while the magical elves, full of curiosity, boarded the sand cart and screamed excitedly amidst the swirling yellow sand.

　—They were not uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, they felt a strange stimulation from the bumps and high speed of the sand truck!

　They sat on the sand carts, gripping the handles tightly, oblivious to the sand splattering on their faces.

　The sand cart sped up, and Malt's expression grew increasingly grim. The monster attacks they encountered along the way were easily dealt with by the magical sprites on the sand cart.

　But as the sand cart ventured deeper into the Death Desert, the monsters it encountered visibly grew stronger.

　Malt began consciously adjusting its route, avoiding areas where monsters gathered.

　With her abilities, this is not difficult to do.

　But she soon noticed that the route formed by the "sand marks" seemed to intentionally or unintentionally cross areas where a large number of magical beasts gathered.

　In the past, her internal alarm would have already sounded, and she would have immediately alerted her employer to change routes.

　But now, while driving on this route, her "premonition of danger" did not appear at all. This abnormal situation made her instinctively a little panicked, and she eventually changed the route.

　However, even when switching from straight-line tracking to S-shaped tracking, the overall direction remained unchanged.

　Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

　The scorching sun in the desert of death has risen high overhead, mercilessly baking the earth.

　Dark summoned Milotic from inside the carriage.

　Milotic nestled lazily beside him, its smooth skin remaining cool. It unleashed its ultimate attack, "Life Stream," transforming it into a water ring that enveloped everyone.

　The evaporation of water rings absorbs heat, keeping the temperature around the human body at a comfortable level.

　Holding the "Spider Orb," Dark closed his eyes and channeled his spiritual power in conjunction with "Spider Sense," radiating it outwards.

　"To the left, at the ten o'clock position."

　Milotic's eyes snapped open, and with a whoosh, half of its body emerged from the left-side window, spraying a massive jet of water toward the ten o'clock position.

　The enormous monster that had just emerged from the sand was instantly killed! Milotic crawled back into the carriage, and the group continued on its way.

　One p.m.

　Suddenly, a yellow fog appeared ahead, and the group, unable to turn around in time, plunged into it.

　But then moonlight shone down, putting the entire team into a state of "Moon Protection".

　The queue still hadn't stopped. It was 2:30 PM.

　Suddenly, a rocky area appeared ahead, and Malt braked sharply. The "Moon Goddess Chariot," which was already traveling in mid-air, crashed directly into the rocky area and stopped in its center.

　Dak stepped out of the carriage, his face grave.

　Directly beneath the "Lunar Chariot," a sand cart lies quietly amidst the rubble, but its core components have been destroyed.

　Not far away, a human with short, thick limbs sat silently at the foot of the boulder.

　Malt leaped off the sand cart and ran quickly over, hurriedly shouting as he passed near the "Lunar Chariot": "It's Ackerman's subordinate."

　Ackman led half of his team to join Alibaba, but he never expected that one of them would die here!

　Dak jumped down quickly and followed Malt to the man. Malt tried to resuscitate him, but eventually gave up in despair: "He's dead." Emma followed from behind, squatted down to examine him carefully, and after a moment looked up and said: "The cause of death was a perforated heart. A dozen or so tiny, sand-like objects passed through his heart, killing him instantly. He must have been killed by someone."

　After she finished speaking, she stood up and looked at Maiya.

　Malt's expression was grave, but she still said, "My own people did it." Meaning, it was the Sand Clan who killed them!

　Dark frowned slightly, several possibilities quickly flashing through his mind, and then—he ruled them out: "It doesn't seem like a murder to cover it up. It's more likely that someone else did it later."

　After hearing this, Maiya pondered for half a minute, then suddenly turned around and ran to the sand truck. She jumped into the driver's seat, drove the sand truck around the rocky area, and sped off ahead.

　Ten minutes later, she returned, her face extremely pale. Darke glanced at her and knew his judgment was correct. "It seems we've all been tricked by Alibaba."

　Instead of being annoyed, Dak laughed.

　Malt ventured forward to check if any more "sand marks" remained, and the answer was obvious.

　Since Ackerman's men died here, there could not possibly be any more "sand marks" left in front of him.

　Given that he was killed by the Sand Clan, it can be deduced that he ultimately chose to betray the Sand Clan.

　His betrayal also meant that Ackerman's team, and even another guide, Harry, had chosen to betray him as well.

　Alibaba persuaded them to let this member of Ackerman's team act as bait, leaving "sand marks" along the way to lead the Sand People who were tracking them away.

　Dark and his companions simply happened to be there and inadvertently fell into a trap. Betrayal and death are the constant themes of the desert.

　And immense greed is the source of betrayal.

　With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Dak looked at the vast expanse of yellow sand that blotted out the sky, and a strong sense of melancholy welled up in his heart.

　"Stop looking, a sandstorm is coming," Emma said quickly, rolling her eyes at him.

　With the help of the magical elves, Malt over there had already reattached his beloved sand cart to the top of the carriage.

　Since it is no longer possible to continue tracking based on the "sand mark," there is no point in riding the sand cart anymore.

　She quickly crawled back into the carriage, then poked her head out and waved to Dak and the others.

　Dark touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, then quickly returned with Emma.

　Everyone climbed into the carriage.

　"Fairy Tale Animal? Little Rabbit" immediately pulled on the reins, directing the two unicorn black horses to take to the sky.

　The "Night Barrier" quickly unfolded, separating the sandstorm.

　A pair of wings formed from moonlight emerged from under the car, instantly flapping with immense magical power.

　The speed of the "Lunar Chariot" instantly doubled, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown high into the sky.

　“Direction,” Dark asked quickly.

　"Turn ninety degrees to the left," Malt shouted after only a brief moment's thought. Dak glanced at his notes.

　The route indicated by Ackerman's dead subordinates was almost identical to the first route they had planned the previous night.

　Turning left means switching to the second route.

　Following the second route, you can also find a place rumored to have undergone strange changes.

　But as Dark listened to the increasingly loud howling of the sandstorm, he took out the wine glass he had obtained in Phoenix City.

　He looked at the wine glass, pondered carefully, and suddenly commanded, "No need to turn, keep going."

　Heading towards the sandstorm!

　As soon as these crazy words were uttered, Malt turned her head sharply and looked at him in utter astonishment.

　But Dark's expression remained calm, and Emma beside him showed no surprise whatsoever. "Have you forgotten what we said in the tavern?"

　Emma said in a calm tone.

　Malt slowly closed her mouth. She finally remembered that this group of people had a big problem from the very beginning!

　They approached her not because she could avoid danger, but because they wanted to use her to find danger!

　“Now?” Dark asked, “Do you sense the danger?” Malt’s face was so dark it looked like it could seep black water. She pulled back the curtain on the car door and looked out through the window.

　In the blink of an eye, the boundary of the field of vision was covered by endless yellow sand, and tornadoes carrying sand and stones could be vaguely seen, like an apocalyptic scene.

　This magnificent scenery, which can only be seen in the desert, was commonplace for her.

　She was always able to sense the approach of sandstorms before they arrived, and then take precautions to lead her team to a safe location.

　But ever since she became Dark's companion, her "danger premonition" seemed to have failed. Even when faced with the sandstorm that seemed to be swallowing the entire world, she felt no danger whatsoever.

　This result left her speechless.

　But Dark had already figured it out.

　Still nothing?

　He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

　Since the tracking failed, we've gone back to the old ways.

　Seek out danger, lure out Sethmon, and then follow Sethmon to the Golden Country.

　But when formulating this strategy, he never considered a seemingly absurd question—what if no "danger" could be found?

　Does this mean they should disarm themselves, deliberately offer no resistance, and simply jump into the sandstorm?

　"I've never heard of anyone being saved by a Seto Beast after committing suicide in the desert." Dark shook his head; such a thing was too foolish, and he would never do it. "I don't recommend turning around either."

　Emma suddenly said.

　"We keep going, flying over the sandstorm!"

　[Something came up at home, so the update is late, but I did my best to write 8,000 words. Here's a quick update.]

Chapter 1089 Darkdemon and the Desert of Death (10,000-word update, please vote!)

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　The wind howled and the yellow sand filled the sky.

　A sandstorm, obscuring the sky, pressed in from the horizon, turning the once bright and sunny sky dark in the blink of an eye.

　The whole world seemed to suddenly turn from day to night. People walking in the desert of death looked up at the sky, and the fear buried deep in their hearts was suddenly forced out.

　“It’s a good day!”

　"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

　Even without the Sand Clan's guides notifying them, everyone fled in a frenzy.

　At that moment, nothing was more important than escaping with your life.

　No one would be foolish enough to defy the power of nature. Especially not in this death desert!

　The sandstorms in the Death Desert have another name: "Kiss of Death." Humans caught in them have almost no chance of survival. Even if they are blessed by Lady Luck and manage to survive, their life force will be corroded by the sandstorm's unique power, causing them to age decades from the inside out.

　Moreover, the scale of this sandstorm was so immense that even the hyena people and sand people who had lived here for generations were filled with fear.

　However, after a quick discussion, Dark and the others chose to face the "kiss of death" head-on and fly over the sandstorm!

　"In the name of Dark Demon, a sacrifice is made to summon you—'Fossil Aerial Dragon'!"

　One sacrifice summons three "fossil pterosaurs".

　The two companion nine-star "Sword Beasts" had a wingspan of five meters and were of moderate size. However, the twelve-star [Fossil Pterosaur (Ancient Form)] was over ten meters long in its normal size, making it a behemoth.

　If the "Ancient Power" is unleashed further, the size of this "Fossil Pterosaur" will increase even more.

　But not necessary.

　The size of the [Fossil Pterosaur (Ancient Form)] was enough to completely obscure the "Luna Chariot" from behind.

　Dark stepped out of the carriage and stood on the platform, next to the evolved "Cat Boss".

　Behind them, the carriage door was not closed, and Emma, ​​Ash, and Maiya stood at the door, squinting at the sand and dust coming towards them.

　"Are we really going to have to drive right through the sandstorm?"