I Have a City in a Different World

The bearded group of monks did not have the ability to see what was happening behind them. At this moment, they only knew how to hide their heads and run away desperately.

Because of the catastrophe, the world has completely collapsed, and the powerful monks have also been affected.

They dare not cast spells easily, lest they cause psionic chaos and let themselves be devoured.

Once an accident occurs, it can cause disability in the lightest degree, or direct death in the serious case.

Especially in the process of battle, such accidents often occur, making the monks cautious.

For fear that if one is not careful, the enemy will not be killed, but he will kill himself first.

On the contrary, those reapers, because they do not need to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, are at ease in this chaotic environment.

This extremely special environment is what the invaders want to achieve.

Through the extraterrestrial attack of the space fortress, the energy of the heavens and the earth is chaotic, and the energy of the heavens and the earth and the power of the original source are abnormally condensed.

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

The collapsed world, the chaotic psionic power, will create great difficulties for the indigenous monks.

The specially designed reaper can easily adapt to such an environment, and it is a matter of course that the indigenous monks are defeated.

I don't know how far I have run, the road ahead is gradually smooth, and it looks familiar.

"Let's see, is this passage in front of us the place where we ambush and evacuated before?"

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

"That's right, it's that channel."

Someone replied with a slightly embarrassed expression.

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

If you run further, wouldn't you be throwing yourself into the net?

Beard's eyes lit up, because he remembered that Tang Zhen had said that the patrol ship could still be used normally.

If you can control the patrol ship, it will definitely be able to hit the reaper heavily, and even impact the space fortress.

This is a great opportunity that must not be missed.

"No matter what lies ahead, we have to keep going because there is no going back.

Since you are not afraid of death, what else is there to worry about? "

Bearded looked at his companions, trying to boost morale.

"Fat Beard is right, since there is no way out, let's move forward bravely.

No matter what happens, just do it! "

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

It didn't take long for the patrol ship that fell into the abyss to be quietly placed on the platform.

Excitingly, there are no reapers nearby.

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

Then look for opportunities, and ruthlessly dry the reapers! "

Beard waved his fist and continued to instigate the crowd.

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

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

"I also think it's unreliable, let alone how to control the driving, I'm afraid you don't even know how to open the door?"

"That's it."

Hearing the ridicule of his companions, the bearded man blinked, and he was also a little unsure.

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

His eyes swept across the crowd, but he was actually peeking at Tang Zhen, hoping to get help.

Then he saw Tang Zhen's encouraging look.

I don't know why, but the beard was filled with courage in an instant.

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

Beard said in a positive tone, ignoring everyone's doubtful eyes, and came directly to the front of the patrol ship.

Just as he approached, the light on the patrol ship flowed, and a gate opened automatically.

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

"It's kind of interesting, it's actually able to go in, doesn't this thing recognize the enemy and me?"

The technology in this world is quite advanced.

The monks have some understanding of technological items, and some monks are simply experts in certain aspects.

"Whether it recognizes it or not, if you can enter it, that's half the battle!"

The cultivator, who was still skeptical before, was now even more excited than the bearded man, scrambling to get into it one by one.

The bearded man smiled "hehe" and became more confident.

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

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

The same is true for the bearded man, his small eyes looking around, looking for something suspicious.

"I found it, here it is!"

A cultivator shouted loudly, cheering everyone up, and hurried over to follow the sound.

Then I saw a hall with dozens of peculiarly shaped chairs floating in it, surrounded by scenes outside the patrol ship.

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

"These special chairs should be the consoles of the patrol ships, but I don't know if they can identify them?

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

With a monk who is proficient in the control system, he said to the monks with a very solemn expression.

The patrol ships used by the reapers must not be operated by everyone, but have strict restrictions on their use.

No one can guarantee that the identification system will attack private operators, so the experimenter must take risks.

Just as he was about to tell his companions about the possible danger, he saw the bearded man sitting on the chair.

"Be careful……"

Before he finished speaking, the chair flickered, and the patrol ship had been successfully activated.

The surrounding chairs are flowing with brilliance, and they are all turned on at this moment, and they can be controlled only by consciousness.

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

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

"Success, we can control this patrol ship!"

The monk, who was still worried before, was suddenly surprised and shouted to everyone.

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and kill those bastards!"

For these reapers, the monks hated them so much that they wanted to kill them all.

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

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

"We don't know how to control, what's the use of sitting on it?"

The monks next to him were hesitant at the moment, for fear that they would make a mistake by operating indiscriminately.

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

The monk pouted, looking a little impatient.

"It turns out that it's over if you say no, it makes the uncles nervous!"

A group of monks scolded, but without any hesitation, they all sat on the chairs.

But even so, there are still a bunch of chairs vacant, unable to achieve full operation.

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

Only in this way, it will bring a serious burden to the operator, and it is likely to cause a nervous breakdown.

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

A halo appeared around the chair, and various data information was displayed on the book, which could be viewed with the naked eye, or directly transmitted to consciousness.

At this moment, the bearded man has a strange feeling in his heart, as if he has been integrated with the patrol ship.

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

This kind of feeling is very wonderful, and at the same time, he secretly sighs that this special control method alone is enough to prove the terrifying power of the Reaper.

"The controller is ready, the patrol ship lifts off!"

In Beard's consciousness, a reminder from Tang Zhen suddenly came, and the patrol ship rose into the sky in the next instant!

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