Return from the second dimension

"This is the control area of ​​Holy Dragon City. Those who come will stop, otherwise they will be killed on the spot!"

A heavily armed soldier of the Second Legion directly stood in front of these alien monks, raising his gun and shouting at the enemy.

Even if there are dozens of alien monks on the opposite side, even if the opponent's cultivation base is higher than him, but behind him is his defensive area, absolutely not allowing any unrelated personnel to approach.

Because this is his duty, the soldier did not hesitate.

This courage alone is worthy of praise.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Holy Dragon City on the side gathered quickly and raised their weapons.

"What did he say to make us leave quickly?"

Upon hearing the words, the alien monks on the opposite side were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed all together.

"Hahaha, are these human races crazy!"

"How dare you yell at us, I'm so bored!"

"What's the matter? Just kill it and it's over!"

These alien monks talked a lot, completely ignoring the Holy Dragon City warriors who stood in front of the wild building.

Even if there were more and more Saint Dragon City fighters rushing over after hearing the sound, they didn't take it seriously, they just commented and ridiculed.

They are just some weak human races, and they only need to drive the beast to attack once, and then they can massacre wantonly.

In the eyes of these alien monks, the human race has never even been treated as an equal creature.

The reason why they haven't done anything is just because they haven't figured out the origin of these tower city warriors, for fear that the other party is a human servant army of a certain alien tower city.

In some alien castles, there is a habit of using human races as cannon fodder troops. If you rashly take action, it is likely to cause unnecessary misunderstanding!

A man dressed as a leader among the alien monks turned and whispered a few words, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, an alien monk stepped forward and shouted in human language: "We are the monks of the Tusi Clan. Which city are you fighters?"

Yanbi looked at the Saint Dragon City warrior provocatively, with a contemptuous expression.

"Repeat again, we are the Second Army of the Holy Dragon City!

The wild building in front of you is now owned by Holy Dragon City, please leave immediately!"

A strong Saint Dragon City officer came out and shouted coldly to the alien monk.

"Holy Dragon City, where is it?"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the alien monk turned his head and asked his men around him.

"Holy Dragon City, I have never heard of it."

"I know that there is a Black Rock City near here, a Level 4 Human Race City!"

"It doesn't matter whether it is Holy Dragon City or Black Rock City. As long as it is a human building city, you don't need to pay attention to them?"

This alien monk leader thought for a while, and asked his subordinates to ask: "Which monk of your holy dragon city, the city lord?"

"Nonsense, of course it is a human monk!"

The officer of the Holy Dragon City snorted coldly and waved to the soldiers to raise their guns.

The old-fashioned rifle used by the Second Army of the Holy Dragon City from Wadao Island, including the bayonet, is a full one meter six. In the eyes of these alien monks, it is a strange short spear.

For this "short spear" weapon, they simply dismissed it.

The Saint Dragon City officer looked at the alien monk on the opposite side expressionlessly, secretly ready to fight.

He had already seen the small abacus of these alien monks, he just wanted to figure out his own way, and then decide whether to do it.

According to the urine nature of these alien monks, after confirming that they are from the human castle, they will probably tear their skin immediately.

Sure enough, when the alien monk heard that the soldiers came from the Human Race Tower, he sneered at the corner of his mouth and made a vague gesture behind him.

From the beginning to the end, they did not find Tang Zhen standing behind the Yelou, otherwise they would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.

Seeing the gestures of their companions, these alien cultivators smiled unanimously, and quietly drew the war knife from their waist.

In their eyes, these human monks with weird spears can slash most of them with just one charge, and the rest are lambs that are slaughtered at will.

A strong horse riding a beast against a weak human infantry is a one-sided crush in itself, and it will definitely win!

The Saint Dragon City soldiers on the opposite side also looked cold. They knew the power of guns and were waiting to shoot these alien monks to death.

Both sides have the means of self-confidence and victory, which is stronger and weaker, only one battle can tell the difference.

The two camps were quiet for a moment, but the killing intent bulging in the air quickly rushed together, colliding invisible sparks.

A strong wind hit, blowing up the fine dust on the ground, floating in the open space in front of both sides.

This seems to be a signal, so that the accumulated fighting will of both sides burst out instantly!

"kill!"

The foreign cultivators roared together, and the four hooves of the riding beast under the hips used force, and suddenly sprinted out.

The alien monk who rides the beast wields a sharp sword, his eyes are full of bloodthirsty killing intent, and his face is full of hideous expressions.

When it hits the human camp, the accumulated killing intent will be released through the saber, and the enemy will be cut in two heartily!

"Fire!"

With an order from the officer, nearly a hundred rifles spewed out flames at the same time, and these bullets roared out, carrying the anger of the soldiers, and slammed into the bodies of the alien monks.

At the same time as the gunfire sounded, the alien monk who was charging, immediately fell to the ground like a fruit that had been hit hard after ripening.

The alien monk who had been clamoring the most joyously before, was now holding his chest full of horror and pain, and fell from riding the beast with an unwilling look.

Before the alien monk who fell into the dust had time to struggle, he was stepped on his chest by a mad riding beast. After two painful struggles, he was completely silent.

Beside his corpse, there were all sorts of foreign monks who had been trampled on.

An alien monk wielding a saber, the bullet tore off half of his neck, his crazy expression had already turned into pain and unwillingness, blood spurted violently on the back of the riding beast.

In just one wave of shooting, the soldiers of the Holy Dragon City overturned two-thirds of the alien monks, completely disrupting the formation of the charge.

The remaining alien monks were either wounded on their bodies, or embarrassed by the frantic and injured riding beasts, running around in front of the formation.

Looking at the most damaged subordinates, the head of the foreign race monk had blood red eyes and couldn't help but roar again and again.

At this moment, he realized that the opponent was not using a short spear, but a musket he had never seen before!

At this time, he was only more than 20 meters away from the Terran warriors, but in his heart, there was a feeling of being unable to cross.

Another burst of gunfire sounded, and the leader of the foreign race monk felt a pain in his eyebrows, and then fell to the ground in darkness.

The last scene he saw before he lost consciousness was a holy dragon city warrior raising his bayonet and stabbing a badly wounded alien monk in the heart.

The eyes of the two in the dust met, full of pain and unwillingness...