Return from the second dimension

Before long, the beard arrived in the ruins.

Because of the wanton destruction of the reaper, the buildings in front of them have been destroyed, and the bones of the dead can be seen among the ruins.

Such tragic scenes are commonplace for survivors, and they have long since become numb.

The bearded man increased his vigilance, because until now, he could not determine the true origin of the other party.

If it's not a survivor, but a hidden enemy, wouldn't you throw yourself into the trap?

Even if it is a survivor, it does not mean safety. Beard has seen more than one guy who is unscrupulous in order to survive.

Fortunately, when encountering such a guy, most of them died because they couldn't beat the beard.

Just as the beard approached the ruins, the other party seemed to be aware of it and immediately stood still on the spot.

There is no need to look for a shelter. The gray fog is the best shelter. Choosing static braking is the most correct approach.

When the enemy passes through the gray fog and sees you, the moment of your attack also comes.

The beard can be sure that the other party is holding the weapon tightly, holding his breath and waiting for him to approach.

If it is an enemy of life and death, once the two sides encounter each other, they will divide life and death.

In fact, for survivors, the smartest way is to leave as soon as possible, rather than stay and try to get through.

In case of encountering each other, no one can accurately predict what will happen next.

The heart is separated from the belly, and you are going to treat the other side as a comrade-in-arms, but the other side treats you as a hearty meal.

"Don't be afraid, we are the rebels, specializing in attacking the Reapers!

For the survivors who have fallen into difficulties, we will provide assistance and provide adequate safety and adequate food."

Whenever they meet a survivor, the monks will first identify themselves, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

Of course, most of the time, this is not very useful, and the survivors will still maintain sufficient vigilance.

The gray fog provided safety and made the survivors more suspicious, and would not easily believe the words of strangers.

The survivors were even more resistant to going to the secret base, for fear that they would be sent to the slaughterhouse.

So many times, the monks can only use violence to force the survivors to follow them and leave.

For the monk, this is a very easy thing.

As for the survivors who lost their freedom, no monks cared how much panic they would endure along the way.

The monks were arrogant and didn't bother to talk to ignorant mortals, and never bothered to explain when doing things.

It won't take long for these survivors to understand what is going on, and then they will be grateful to themselves.

In extraordinary times, do extraordinary things, this is the principle of monks.

Beard explained his identity, but he didn't care about it, and the survivor remained silent.

"You don't need to hide anymore. I have seen the five of you. Do I have to point them out one by one?"

The voice of the beard rang, and there was a heavy gasp in the gray mist, as well as the sound of rocks rolling.

The survivor who was ruthlessly exposed by the beard was obviously in a state of panic, so he accidentally made a noise.

The other party seemed to know that he couldn't continue to have a beard at all, so he began to move slowly.

Although the voice was extremely slight, it was as clear as a horse stepping on the ground from the beard.

"Give you one more chance, get together immediately, and I will take you out of here.

If you still do not obey, you can only say that you are at your own risk."

The Beard issued an ultimatum, he has other things to do, not wanting to waste time on these survivors.

The other party still didn't respond, obviously holding a fluke mentality.

"Toast and not eat fine wine!"

The big beard snorted coldly, pointed his hand forward, and saw a rope flying out.

The survivor closest to the beard uttered a scream and was tightly bound by ropes.

Seeing that the companion had an accident, the other survivors fell into a panic and rushed to help their companion get rid of the rope.

Who expected the rope to be like a living thing, once again wrapped around the other survivors, and tied them firmly together.

The rope is so flexible that even a knife cannot cut it, and it can be extended indefinitely.

Following a series of screams, the five survivors hiding in the gray mist have all been tied up with ropes.

By this time, the survivors could no longer remain silent, but shouted in panic.

At this moment, the other end of the rope fell into the hands of the bearded man, and then began to shorten continuously.

The five survivors were dragged by the rope, like a baited fish, struggling to be pulled in front of the big beard.

At this time, the beard realized that there were five women on the opposite side, all of them looking malnourished.

After they saw the big beard, although their expressions were still horrified, their voices were a little weaker.

In the hands of the human race, at least there is still a ray of life, if it falls in the hands of the reaper, the five of them will undoubtedly die.

"To shut up!"

The beard shouted coldly, a trace of mana in his voice.

He was not a gentle person, and now there are gatherers nearby, how could he let the survivors shout loudly.

Because of the shock of mana, the five survivors closed their mouths, revealing a dull look.

For at least an hour, they will all look like this, as if lost their souls.

As the beard turned around, the ropes dragged the five survivors, following along.

It didn't take long before he returned to his companion.

During the time Beard left, his companion had already thought of a way to solve the problem, which was to use the monk's means to fix the silk thread.

After fixing the silk thread, it is equivalent to destroying the trap, and you can take the opportunity to kill the collector.

It's easy to say, but difficult to do. Fortunately, the strength of the monks is not weak.

The cultivation base speed has increased too fast, far exceeding the Reaper's expectations, which will cause the original weapon to completely lose its advantage.

It is still uncertain whether this method of cracking is successful, and this is why the monks have not done anything.

They were waiting for the beard and acting together.

Because the beard has the highest strength, he is in charge of shooting and fixing the thin line that hangs from the sky.

This is not an easy task. Regardless of the strength or the weight, a slight deviation may cause the suspension bomb to fall.

It is also unclear whether there is a signal connection between the silk thread and the bait?

If there is a signal connection between each other, just cut the wire, you will still be attacked.

So now it can only be a trial, not sure what the result will be. Fortunately, even if the crack fails, the bearded people will not lose anything.

When prepared, they can be evacuated in time to ensure that they will not be affected by the explosion.

After the negotiation, the action began immediately.

The beard personally shot, manipulating a large pile of mud, and quietly approached the collector.

Because of the occlusion of the gray mist, the collector did not notice that a large piece of mud was gathering above his body.

"Pardon order, gather!"

With the operation of the beard, the flying mud gathered together and directly stuck the thread connecting the collector and the levitating bomb.

At the same time, a cold light flashed, cutting off the connection between the silk thread and the collector.

The mud hung in the air like a plate, and the collector below had reacted and confirmed that he had been attacked.

Before the collectors could respond, the bearded companion shot at the same time, blasting the collectors to pieces.

"You first withdraw and wait for me ten miles away!"

The beard looked at his companion and reminded him loudly.

Now that the situation is urgent, the companions no longer talk nonsense, and just turn around and leave.

The beard just wanted to shout to ask them to take the survivors away, but he held back when the words reached his lips.

Because he suddenly remembered that the mysterious wave of unknown origin had reminded himself of danger.

The so-called danger probably refers to these female monks.

If this is the case, they should not be allowed to follow their peers, but to keep the risk by their side.