228: Bonus Chapter: I said, "I'm talking about a strengthened Sand Dragon, you're Erdoron!"

(Can skip, next chapter returns to the main plot)

In the direction Li Yang was looking, dozens of black dots lined up in an uneven row, moving rapidly toward his position.

Behind that queue, a massive cloud of sand and dust was kicked up.

Is it a convoy?

Combining his situation over the past month, Li Yang deduced that he had likely transmigrated to a place similar to a wasteland world.

However, he still wasn't sure if this was a natural disaster wasteland or a nuclear war wasteland.

After the initial joy, the month-long loneliness faded slightly, and Li Yang gradually calmed down.

His brain began to work. If this was a wasteland world, according to the novels he had read before, what he saw before him should be a trade convoy unique to wasteland worlds, traveling between various settlements.

What should he do? Should he go straight up and ask for help?

No, just as this thought crawled into his mind, Li Yang immediately rejected the plan—

If this really was a post-nuclear war wasteland world, rushing out blindly would be like a wild mob spawning by the roadside—he'd just be throwing his life away.

After all, he didn't even need to use his brain to realize that in a civilized wasteland, in the middle of nowhere, who would show 'kindness' to a stranger?

Even if there was, he didn't dare gamble with his life.

It's better to wait for the convoy to pass, then quickly grab some supplies and follow the tire tracks—

While he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that the convoy seemed to be heading toward the small town ruins beneath his feet?

Could it be that this place was once one of the trade partners of this convoy?

After some thought, Li Yang decided to hide first and observe for the time being.

He would see what kind of people were in the convoy and then decide whether or not to come out.

So, he turned and ran toward a still-intact building in the ruins, found a corner where he could see below, and hid... At that moment, the fast-moving convoy,

It consisted of twenty fully armed heavy trucks, 10 infantry fighting vehicles with mounted turrets, and over a dozen sidecar motorcycles.

This was undoubtedly an army.

However, the state of this army was very off. Every place with an insignia had been erased, and the surfaces showed traces of years of accumulated dust.

And, what was even more wrong was—

The drivers on the sidecar motorcycles had blue skin.

That's right, this was an alien army.

"Wooo wooo... (Officer, our usual patrol route doesn't seem to go through here.)"

At that moment, on an armored off-road vehicle, a blue-skinned alien looked at an electronic map and then at the alien officer beside him, asking.

The alien officer directly snatched the electronic map from its hand, turned it off, and replied:

"Wooo wooo... (What patrol route? Is there anything here that can threaten us?)"

"Wooo wooo... (The higher-ups say humans are going to fight back? Relying on the one or two stragglers we usually catch?)"

"Wooo wooo... (Besides, do you think humans can still fight back now?)"

"Wooo wooo... (Look at this piece of junk you're sitting in. It's equipment from the human surface forces—)"

"Wooo wooo... (They've even regressed to using fossil fuels.)"

"Wooo wooo... (How are they going to fight back? With space Warships powered by fossil fuels?)"

The alien who had initially objected frowned, a small bump on its forehead flashing, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction and protest.

But seeing the dissatisfied look on the alien officer's face, it still closed its mouth.

"Wooo wooo... (Alright, don't think too much.)"

"Wooo wooo... (Actually, our people found the ruins of a human settlement while patrolling. You know, sometimes humans with lingering hopes appear in these places—)"

"Wooo wooo... (Whether we can catch new toys depends on luck.)"

As they spoke, the convoy sped up, continuing toward the town at the edge of their vision.

And in the sky behind them, where they couldn't see, just as the sun gave way to darkness,

Countless small dots trailing long plumes of fire were rapidly falling.

Three hours later—

The dust-covered convoy finally reached its destination—the small town where Li Yang was hiding.

The sidecar motorcycles drove into the broken cluster of buildings, while the trucks and infantry fighting vehicles were left outside due to their size.

When those loose-mannered aliens appeared in Li Yang's sight, it almost gave him a heart attack:

Blue skin, a large blister on the forehead, inverted triangular eyes, and no bridge on the nose.

Of course, the scariest thing was the string of human skulls hanging from the sidecar motorcycles—

The material was clearly real, some even had bits of flesh that hadn't been fully stripped away. Even from a distance and separated by a wall, Li Yang felt an incredibly pungent smell rush into his nasal cavity, making him want to vomit.

What is all this?!

At a glance, these definitely aren't some human-friendly alien creatures!

Masaka! Could the real reason for the wasteland in this world actually be an invasion by evil aliens?!

He suddenly felt a chill—

Ever since he decided in an update to add Support Ships, which polluted the card pool, to The Hub's Guaranteed Box, he had received "intimate" greetings from countless players.

Among them were many who greeted his family or his ancestors.

There was even a hot-tempered guy who said he would transmigrate to 40K to serve the Yellow Skin Demon as a price for the dog planner to be hit by a truck on the way to work—

Li Yang originally thought it was a joke... but practice had already verified the truth of this matter, so maybe it was real.

Wait, that's not right!!!

He suddenly shook his head, throwing all those irrelevant thoughts away.

Shouldn't he be quickly finding a place to hide right now!!!

But by the time this thought occurred to him, it was too late—

An alien had already appeared behind him.

Hearing the movement behind him, Li Yang whipped his head around. His eyes nearly split as terror crawled across his face—

bu hao!!!

My backside is doomed!!!

Half an hour later, the game planner, tied up and placed over a pile of firewood, looked at the sky in despair.

He had just activated his peerless wisdom and discovered—

He had no way to escape.

Watching an alien with a torch in hand get closer and closer, a certain planner finally closed his eyes peacefully.

What a pity, he could only find ways to mess with players in his next life... Actually, he hadn't mentioned that those forced conversion paths for 500 Purple Coins, which looked like a random 1-10%, were actually hard-coded as 1-5%!

See you in the next life... "Vroom vroom vroom—"

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!!!”

Suddenly, a roar came from the distance, followed by the deafening sound of Autocannon fire.

Several pebbles on the ground were kicked up, hitting Li Yang and causing him immense pain.

But the physical pain was secondary, because when he saw what those small planes flying overhead looked like—

"Holy crap!!! Sand Dragon!!!"

The next second, a fuel drum beside him exploded, and Li Yang's consciousness instantly vanished.

That suction force came again, and when he woke up once more, he was in a clean hospital ward.

Seeing him wake up, a man lying beside him immediately sat up, grabbed the planner's hand, and said with joy:

"I knew it!!! You really woke up!!!"

The planner looked and saw that the person beside him was none other than the artist who rode him to work every day!

"The surgery was a success! You're a girl now!"

“???????”

Ignoring the planner's bewildered expression, the nurse walked over and handed him a small medical report, saying,

"This gentleman has been looking after you here for two days!"

"Truly a pair of star-crossed lovers~"

"However, that truck can be considered to have brought you two together—"

After saying that, she ran out of the ward without looking back.

The planner looked at the artist in front of him, wanting to say something, but his throat was incredibly dry.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he unconsciously blurted out—

"Buff the Sand Dragon!!!"

The artist was confused and leaned in to ask:

"Wait, bro? What did you say?"

"Buff the Sand Dragon!!! Buff the Sand Dragon!!! Buff the Sand Dragon!!!"

"I said buff the Sand Dragon!! Are you deaf!!!"

Artist: "..."

"Something's wrong with you."

With that, he walked out of the ward without looking back.

The nurse at the door watched this scene and sighed in disappointment—

"Sigh, looks like they really are a pair of star-crossed lovers~"

...(Meanwhile, in another world)

(Oran: The Supreme Director didn't assign me any combat missions, but I led my team and reclaimed over three hundred more planets occupied by aliens!)

(I am the best captain!)

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