"What the devil's that racket?"

  The Dreadnought had descended to a height of under a hundred meters.

  Emerging from the shed, Gorgin faintly caught a shrill scream that abruptly ceased.

  Kolber scratched his ear, looking bewildered.

  "There wasn't any other sound, was there? All I heard were the cannon blasts."

  Captain Dog wore an odd expression.

  Moments ago, he'd spotted a furtive human and relayed the information to the gunners below via the speaking tube.

  Admittedly, those gunners were highly skilled. Previously, they'd likely been hampered by the dwarves' abysmally inaccurate cannons.

  The breech - loading cannons, in..corporating goblin technology, could precisely target within a range of at least two to three hundred meters.

  Captain Dog clicked his tongue.

  Well, since that person's already been blasted to smithereens, no point in telling the chief.

  The chief is the esteemed leader of the Dragon's Lair Tribe, not to be disturbed by every Tom, Dick, and Harry.

  As the Dreadnought neared the ground, the rotation speed of the two fans gradually decreased.

  A cloud of dust billowed as the gondola of the Dreadnought gently landed on the ruins of the Second City of the Hot Sand Consortium.

  The wide iron ladder was slowly lowered.

  Gorgin stepped down amidst the creaking of the ladder, with Nu close on his heels, followed by Captain Dog and Kolber.

  "Reduced to such a state. You lot were truly ruthless back then. Looks like a full - scale massacre?"

  Gorgin surveyed the city ruins not far off. It was more a jest than a shocked exclamation.

  Nu sported an expression that clearly distanced himself from the matter, while Kolber and Captain Dog exchanged a sheepish glance and offered an awkward smile.

  "Alright, you two stay put. I'll be back shortly."

  Gorgin waved his hand, signaling Nu to accompany him, and indicating that Captain Dog and Kolber should remain.

  With the Dreadnought present, Kolber, the old dwarf capable of extraordinary feats, and Captain Dog, the jackal adept at ambushing, there shouldn't be any hitches.

  Drawing on his previous two experiences, Gorgin made a beeline for what seemed like a landmark building upon entering the ruins.

  Treasure chests emitted a certain glow. Although not overly bright, it was conspicuous enough not to be concealed by the ruins.

  The Second City of the Hot Sand Consortium was larger than the First City, yet only marginally so.

  Gorgin hadn't walked far when he located the blue treasure chest.

  Unconsciously, he let out a soft sigh of relief.

  The items obtained from the treasure chests thus far had proven extremely beneficial to him, highlighting just how outrageously powerful the "cheats" bestowed upon the Blue Star folks by this world were.

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  Gorgin didn't count on randomly stumbling upon treasure chests in the wild, but leaving behind the chests in conquered oasis cities was unthinkable.

  Without bothering to hide it from Nu, Gorgin directly opened the blue treasure chest.

  [Unstable Double Potion (Personal Passive): After consuming, acquire this passive. The next normal attack might instantaneously deliver an additional identical - damage strike. (Goblin Alchemist: Drink it, and astonishing power shall be yours)]

  A passive - skill potion? Gorgin raised an eyebrow.

  So, goblin alchemists had this sort of ability?

  If they were that potent, their city wouldn't have been so easily overrun.

  Nonetheless, since it originated from a treasure chest, it was a boon from the world to the Blue Star inhabitants.

  He might as well just use it. He gently picked up the long - tube potion and tossed it into his mouth.

  With a slight bite, the bottle shattered, and Gorgin promptly swallowed the potion, spitting out the empty glass bottle.

  "Eat??" Nu regarded his chief with curiosity, prodding him and eyeing Gorgin's gaping maw eagerly.

  "Alright, alright! I didn't eat feces. Look how worked up you are!"

  Gorgin swatted Nu's hand away and made a circuit around the Hot Sand City. Regrettably, he failed to find another treasure chest.

  "Damn it~~~"

  Gorgin muttered curses as he returned to the Dreadnought.

  Despite obtaining a treasure chest and a passive skill, the greedy Gorgin still felt unfulfilled.

  But at least he now had his first skill, which was something.

  The Dreadnought took off once more, bound for the headquarters of the Hot Sand Consortium.

  After another lengthy, non - stop flight, the Dreadnought finally reached its destination the following morning.

  As before, there were scattered desert creatures here, either replenishing water or hunting.

  Gorgin spotted the treasure chest even before the Dreadnought landed.

  This was a treasure chest that was twice the size of the other blue ones, radiating a crystal - clear blue light all around. Gorgin's eyes lit up.

  Without a doubt, he knew that what lay inside this chest was bound to be far superior to the contents of the previous blue chests.

  Although they were all of the blue - level, this one was significantly larger!

  In the desert, whether it was a creature or a weapon, size often equated to strength and might.

  "Steer the ship closer!"

  Gorgin pointed at the location of the large blue treasure chest and issued a booming command.

  Although the others couldn't see what was there, the chief's word was law.

  Kolber immediately directed the dwarves to angle the airship towards that spot.

  Below, three individuals of distinct appearances were concealed in the ruins, less than a hundred meters from the blue treasure chest.

  Upon seeing the airship, which loomed like a sky - blotting behemoth to ordinary folks, they were jolted with fright and hastily concealed themselves.

  They prayed that the airship was merely passing through and hoped it would depart soon.

  They vowed that given a bit of time, they could unlock this blue treasure chest, which evidently held something precious.

  But to their dismay, the airship drifted directly towards the blue treasure chest.

  "Sister Chi, what should we do? There can't be Blue Star people on there, can there? It's clearly after the treasure chest!"

  A man looked anxiously at the leading woman.

  "Damn it!"

  The tall woman named Sister Chi swore under her breath.

  "They must be. Otherwise, how could the natives have spotted the treasure chest?"

  "Then... what should we do? Keep hiding? Or slip away quietly?"

  "What nonsense! Can't you see what this thing is? If we don't leave, are we just going to wait here to die?"

  "You're right. Isn't that how it always goes in those old TV shows? "

  "People know it's dangerous but still insist on going, and then it turns into a crappy horror movie."

  "Shut up! Let's go now!"

  Sister Chi cut off the babbling of the two dim - wits behind her.

  She cast a reluctant glance at the treasure chest. Then, gritting her teeth, she led the others and began to retreat slowly.

  On the gunwale, the jackals sneered, fixating on the three who thought they were hidden well.

  Their meager hiding skills were barely better than those of sand roaches.

  Captain Dog had already grasped the speaking tube.

  If they didn't leave soon, the main gun would be loaded.

  The Dreadnought gradually descended to around a hundred meters above the ground.

  The closer it got to the ground, the slower its descent.

  And the three had retreated two to three hundred meters away.

  Based on their over - a - month's experience surviving here, they were certain that the airship's guns couldn't reach them.

  They'd encountered natives with cannons or muskets before, but the accuracy and range of their weapons paled in comparison to those from Blue Star.

  After the initial shock, they'd discovered that beyond a hundred meters, these weapons had virtually no accuracy.

  "Damn it, I'm not willing to give up! Let's fire at it before we run. That thing looks so clumsy in flight. It definitely can't catch up with us!"

  Sister Chi's face contorted with fury.

  She spun around, shouldered the iron - fist weapon on her back, and pulled the trigger, aiming at the airship's airbag.