Warlord

It was close to noon, and it was the hottest time of the day.

The sun’s rays, penetrating through the clouds from the sky to the ground, were scorching hot, and even with the protective clothing on, there was an unnatural stinging sensation.

That was the performance of the whole caravan when the intense radiation penetrated the protective suit and pricked their skin. Other than feeling nothing, the rest of the caravan probably felt a sense of danger.

Monnie squeezed her body even closer to the zero, and her thin body felt more clearly that the omnipresent radiation of the earth was invading her.

And at such a hot moment, even through the clothes, zero still maintained its normal temperature.

Monnie clung to him, somewhat lowering the rising temperature.

Another source of heat reduction came from the top of Lala, whose round body was slouched listlessly over Monnie’s head.

The temperature of these strange beasts was much lower than that of humans. This was more or less due to the fact that the Gold-Eating Worms had been living underground for a long time.

Now, it serves as a hat for Monnie, largely avoiding the sun’s direct rays on Monnie.