Return from the second dimension

The bearded monks didn't have the ability to see what happened behind them. At this moment, they only knew to run away with their heads buried.

Because of the disaster, the world has completely collapsed, and the powerful monks are also affected.

They dare not cast spells easily, so as not to cause psychic confusion and let themselves suffer backlash.

Once an accident occurs, it can cause disability from injury to death.

Especially in the course of battle, such accidents often appeared, making the monks cautious.

I was afraid that if one was not careful, the enemy would not be killed, but he would kill himself first.

On the contrary, those reapers, because they don't need to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, they are like fish in water in this chaotic environment.

This extremely special environment is what the intruder wants to achieve.

Through the outer attack of the Battlestar, the energy of the heaven and the earth is chaotic, and the energy of the heaven and the earth and the power of the origin are condensed abnormally.

By the way, it will cause a devastating blow to the aboriginals, reduce the difficulty of collecting spar, and avoid the destruction of the indigenous monks.

The collapsed world and chaotic psychic powers will create great difficulties for the native monks.

The specially designed reaper can easily adapt to such an environment, and it is only natural that the indigenous monks are defeated steadily.

I don't know how far I ran, the road ahead gradually became clear, and it seemed to be familiar.

"Look at it quickly, isn't this passage in front of us where we ambushed and evacuated before?"

A monk said loudly, looking at the beard and others, wanting to get their confirmation.

"Yes, that's the passage."

Someone answered, but his expression was a bit embarrassing.

The Reaper has launched an attack, so there must be enemies near the patrol ship.

If you run further, wouldn't it be your own trap?

But the bearded eyes brightened because he remembered Tang Zhen saying that the patrol ship could still be used normally.

If it can control the patrol ship, it will definitely be able to severely damage the Reaper and even attack the Battlestar.

This is a good opportunity and must not be missed.

"No matter what is ahead, we must continue to move forward, because there is no way to go back.

Since you are not afraid of death, what else can you worry about?"

The beard looked at his companion, trying to boost his morale.

"Fatty Beard is right. Since there is no way to go back, go ahead.

No matter what you encounter, just do it!"

A group of companions echoed loudly and continued to rush forward.

After a short while, I saw the patrol ship that had fallen into the abyss, quietly laying on the platform.

The exciting thing is that there are no harvesters nearby.

"Brothers, let's rush up and take control of this patrol ship.

Then look for an opportunity to dry the harvester fiercely!"

The beard shook his fist and continued to urge everyone.

Only this time, the companion did not respond, but looked at him with weird eyes.

"What are you kidding? Just a few of us, still want to control a patrol ship?"

"I also feel unreliable, let alone how to control the driving, I am afraid that I don't even know how to open the door?"

"That's it."

Hearing the ridicule from his companion, the beard blinked, feeling a little unsure.

He really didn't know how to operate the patrol ship, only that it was not damaged.

He glanced across the crowd, but actually peeked at Tang Zhen, hoping to get help.

Then he saw Tang Zhen's encouraging eyes.

For some reason, the beard was full of courage in an instant.

"No problem, we must be able to control the patrol ship!"

The beard said in an affirmative tone, ignoring the doubts of everyone's eyes, and went straight to the front of the patrol ship.

As he approached, the light circulated on the patrol ship, and a door opened automatically.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"It's kind of interesting, it's really possible to get in. Doesn't this thing recognize the enemy or ourselves?"

The technology in this world is fairly advanced. The monks have an understanding of scientific and technological items. Some monks are simply experts in certain aspects.

"Regardless of whether it recognizes it or not, if it can enter it, it will be half the battle!"

The monks who were still skeptical at the moment were even more excited than the beard, rushing into it one by one.

The bearded smiled "hehe" and became more confident.

The monks rushed into the patrol ship, looking around like headless flies.

According to their speculation, the patrol ship must have a control room, and you must find that place to drive it.

The same goes for the big beard, with small eyes looking around, looking for suspicious places.

"I found it, here!"

A monk shouted loudly, so that everyone was refreshed, and hurriedly ran over.

Then I saw a hall with dozens of strangely shaped chairs suspended in it, and the scene outside the patrol ship was displayed around it.

It was obviously an opaque patrol ship, but after entering this hall, it suddenly became transparent.

"These special chairs should be the console of the patrol ship, but I don't know if they will be identified?

If the recognition is turned on, we can't drive at all, we can only think of other ways."

As a monk who is proficient in the control system, he said to the monks, his expression looked very solemn.

The patrol ship used by the Reapers is certainly not accessible to everyone, but has strict usage restrictions.

No one can guarantee whether the identification system will attack the unauthorized manipulator, so the attempter must take the risk.

He just wanted to tell his companions about the possible danger when he saw the beard sitting on the chair.

"Be careful……"

Before the words fell, the chairs flickered, and the patrol ship was successfully activated.

The brilliance of the surrounding chairs is all turned on at this moment, and they can be manipulated only through consciousness.

Operators have different permissions, just like the human body is divided into many parts and controlled by different operators.

The captain of the patrol ship can be responsible for monitoring and has full control of the patrol ship.

"Successful, we can control this patrol ship!"

The cultivator who was still worried before, suddenly full of surprise, shouted to everyone.

"Then what are you waiting for, act quickly, go and kill those bastards!"

For these reapers, the monks hated them very much, and wanted to kill them all.

"Then don't talk nonsense, sit on these chairs and follow them to control the patrol ship!"

While the monk was speaking, he sat on a chair and greeted everyone.

"We don't know how to control, what use is there to sit on?"

The monks next to him hesitated at this moment, for fear that they would be misbehaving in a random operation.

"Don't worry, you are just making up the numbers, you won't be needed in the battle."

The monk pouted his mouth and looked a little impatient.

"So that's the case. If you can't say it early, it's over. It makes you uneasy!"

A group of monks cursed, but did not hesitate in their actions, they all sat on the chairs.

But even so, there are still a bunch of chairs that are free and unable to reach full operation.

Fortunately, the problem is not big, even if there is only one operator, the patrol ship can start normally.

Only in that way, it will bring a serious burden to the operator and may cause a mental breakdown.

When the monks were done, these suspended chairs slowly lifted up, about two meters off the ground.

A halo appeared around the chair, and the book surface displayed various data and information, which could be viewed with the naked eye, and it could also be directly transmitted into consciousness.

The beard at the moment felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had merged with the patrol ship.

With just one thought, you can control the facilities on the patrol ship, fly or avoid attacks.

This feeling was very strange, and at the same time it made him secretly sigh that this special control method alone was enough to prove that the Reaper was powerful and terrifying.

"The controller is ready, the patrol ship is launched!"

Suddenly Tang Zhen's prompt came from Beard's consciousness, and the patrol ship soared into the sky in the next instant!