Return from the second dimension

"Quicker, faster!"

At the edge of the trash mountain, various figures of various shapes are rushing hurriedly, seeming to have tried their best.

Just behind them, a huge dark cloud that is constantly rolling has floated, and it is the terrifying storm that the natives have heard of!

The cloud is composed of countless micro-robots, they have streamlined bodies, sharp serrated blades can easily cut and shred any objects, even in their head area, there are combination tools, which can be switched at any time to facilitate their decomposition Extract all kinds of garbage.

These miniature robots are like a dense army of locusts, constantly moving forward in the air, but when they are close to the garbage mountain, they begin to disperse quickly, like a large drop of viscous ink, which begins to spread in the clear water!

The entire mountain of garbage was also gradually engulfed by dark clouds, and a dense "sand" sounded, and the complete garbage visible to the naked eye immediately disintegrated into powder like crispy clods, and at the same time the powder continued to flow like a pot.

Even if it is a metal substance, there is no possibility of being spared at all, and it may even disintegrate faster!

This terrible scene is unforgettable for a lifetime, and then he tried his best to avoid the dark clouds that continued to spread.

Because of some time wasted earlier, Uncle Jim and the others are only tens of meters away from the dark clouds, and with the passage of time, the distance between the two parties is rapidly shortening!

Uncle Jim was anxious when he saw this, he rushed, while desperately urging, trying to get his companions away from this terrifying storm as soon as possible.

For the indigenous people, this is an invincible existence, and there is no other means of confrontation other than avoidance!

Morris ran at the back of the team with a floating comatose on his leg. Although it seemed light and effortless, it actually still affected his running speed.

Seeing that the distance between Morris and the team was getting farther and farther, Uncle Jim couldn't help but yelled: "Morris, quickly lose your pocket, so you can run faster!"

"But...Uncle Jim, it's a shame to lose these...it's a shame!"

Morris ran out of breath and responded loudly while running, but never let go of the pocket on his back.

"When is it, you still think about this, if you don't lose it, your life won't be saved!"

Uncle Jim stopped in anger. When Morris approached, he grabbed the torn pocket on his back and threw it into the "dark clouds" behind him.

The broken bag was still in mid-air, and it was wrapped up by densely packed miniature robots in the dark clouds, and then slowly drifted as if it had lost gravity, and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Morris, who was still somewhat unwilling to see this, could only withdraw his regretful gaze and turned his head to continue running.

But after this short delay, the distance between the two of them and "Dark Cloud" has been brought closer!

That kind of "buzzing" sound is like sounding next to the ears, and the weird sound of metal knife wing rubbing makes the scalp numb.

"Morris, jump on my back, I will carry you away!"

Uncle Jim's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice suddenly became hoarse. After he let out a low growl, he didn't allow Morris to refuse, so he grabbed him and threw him behind his back. At the same time, he grabbed Morris with his other hand. Robe, fix it firmly on the body.

As for the comatose man who was always floating, he also fell on Uncle Jim's body, still swaying with the rhythm of the running, it looked like a big tail constantly waving!

"Uncle Jim, run quickly, the monsters have caught up!"

Morris, who was lying on Uncle Jim's back, looked back, but saw a small group of micro-robots suddenly rushed out of the formation, and then rushed towards them.

Uncle Jim didn't react at all when he heard the words, just kept burying his head and running wildly.

"No, those monsters are going to meet... No, they have already touched the man's legs!"

Hearing Morris's exclamation, Uncle Jim's heart trembled, and the strength of his whole body drove out, the speed unexpectedly increased a bit!

But this has reached the limit of Uncle Jim's speed, and it is also an insurmountable shackle for mortals, even if it is desperate, it will not help!

As for the mysterious man touched by the dark clouds, Uncle Jim has already been sentenced to death, because there has never been any object that can resist the decomposition and cutting of this kind of micro-robot, not even metal, let alone a flesh and blood body?

Even if the other party was lucky enough to survive, it would be difficult to keep a pair of legs. In such an environment lacking medical care and medicine, it will not last long!

"Thank you for your hard work and become our shield!"

A moment of silence in my heart for the hapless man, Uncle Jim stared at the bumpy road ahead so as not to accidentally fall over.

But at this moment, Morris's exclamation came from his back again.

"My God, Uncle Jim, those monsters fell on that man, but he didn't disassemble him, but suddenly stopped moving for some reason?"

"What did I see, these monsters actually fought with their kind, trying to protect that man from harm!"

"It's incredible, Uncle Jim, those monsters are actually blocking us, preventing the terrifying storm from approaching!"

Listening to Morris's babbling exclamation, Uncle Jim finally couldn't restrain the curiosity in his heart and looked back.

It was the scene I saw at this glance that made Uncle Jim so scared that he almost threw Morris behind him!

It turned out that the comatose man was actually covered with that kind of terrifying metal bugs, and he was only one step away from touching his body.

Looking at the monsters with sharp metal cutting teeth, Uncle Jim realized it, no wonder he felt that Morris behind him became heavier and heavier, but now it seems that this metal bug has accumulated weight!

What is shocking is that these terrifying metal bugs that have made the indigenous people heard in the past did not decompose the body of the unconscious man, but formed a protective shell to firmly protect it.

Whenever other metal bugs fell on the man's body, they would be immediately attacked by these protectors. While the sparks flickered, the metal bugs continued to fall to the ground.

In addition to these metal bugs that protect the body, there are also some metal bugs forming a line of defense behind them, colliding with the continuous black clouds.

Dense metal crackling and electric sparks one after another, as Uncle Jim ran forward, it pulled out a flame wake!

It is precisely because of the blocking of these metal bugs that Uncle Jim and Morris were able to hold on for such a long time, otherwise they would have been swallowed by the dark clouds that rushed over, and the broken pieces of armor would not be left!

While secretly shocked, Uncle Jim also raised a strong curiosity and vigilance towards the initiator of all this, the unconscious man full of mystery and strange aura.

"Uncle Jim, it's almost a cliff!"

A reminder from Morris came from behind, which shocked Uncle Jim who was distracted and quickly recovered.

Looking at the cliffs that appeared in front of him, Uncle Jim took a deep breath, suddenly roared, and flew up in the air!

"Morris, hold on to me, we will be safe soon!"