I Have a City in a Different World

It didn't take long before Beard arrived at the ruins.

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

This type of tragic scene, which survivors are accustomed to, has long since become numb.

Beard raised his vigilance, because until now, he has not been able to determine the true origin of the other party.

If it's not a survivor, but a hidden enemy, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

Even a survivor does not mean safety. The bearded guy has seen more than one guy who will do anything to survive.

Fortunately, when encountering such a guy, basically the opponent will die, because he can't beat the beard.

Just as the beard approached the ruins, the other party seemed to be aware of it and immediately stood there motionless.

There is no need to look for a cover, the gray fog is the best cover, and it is the most correct way to choose static braking.

When the enemy passes through the gray fog and sees you, your attack time will come at the same time.

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

If it is an enemy of life and death, once the two sides meet, they will be divided into life and death.

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

If they encounter each other, no one can accurately predict what will happen next.

People are separated from each other, you are going to treat each other as a comrade-in-arms, but the other party treats you as a sumptuous meal.

"Don't be afraid, we are the rebels, specializing in fighting the reapers!

For survivors who have fallen into hardship, we will all help, with adequate safety and adequate food. "

Whenever a survivor is encountered, the monks will first identify themselves, thus avoiding unnecessary misunderstandings.

Of course, most of the time, this is not very useful, and the survivors will still remain vigilant enough.

The gray fog provided safety, and it also made the survivors more suspicious, not easily trusting 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 violent means to force the survivors to leave with them.

For monks, this is very easy.

As for the survivors who lost their freedom, how much terror they will endure along the way, no monk cares at all.

The monks are arrogant, they are too lazy to deal with ignorant mortals, and they never bother to explain when they do things.

It won't be long before these survivors will understand what's going on, and then be grateful to themselves.

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

Beard explained his identity, but no one paid any attention, and the survivors remained silent.

"There's no need to hide anymore, I've already seen the five of you, do you have to let me point them out one by one?"

The voice of the bearded man sounded, and there was also a heavy breathing in the gray fog, and at the same time there was the sound of rolling stones.

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 also seemed to know that he couldn't continue to outshine the beard, so he began to move his position slowly.

Although the voice was extremely slight, it was as clear as a horse stepping on the ground to the bearded man.

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

If you are still disobedient, you can only say that you are at your own risk. "

Beard gave an ultimatum that he had other things to do and didn't want to waste time on these survivors.

The other party still did not respond, obviously holding a fluke mentality.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

Beard snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the front, and saw a rope flying out.

The survivor closest to the bearded screamed and was tightly bound by ropes.

Finding that the companion had an accident, the other survivors panicked and rushed up to help the companion get rid of the rope.

Unexpectedly, the rope, like a living creature, wrapped around the other survivors again and tied them firmly together.

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

With a series of screams, the five survivors hiding in the gray fog were all tied up with ropes.

By this time, the survivors were no longer able to remain silent, but instead screamed in horror.

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

The five survivors were pulled by the ropes, like fish on the bait, struggling to be pulled in front of the bearded man.

At this time, the bearded man realized that there were five women on the opposite side, all of whom were malnourished.

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

In the hands of the human race, there is at least a chance of survival. If they fall into the hands of the reapers, the five of them will surely die.

"To shut up!"

The bearded man shouted coldly, and there was a trace of mana in his voice.

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

Because of the shock of mana, the five survivors really closed their mouths, showing a sluggish look.

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

As the beard turned, the rope dragged the five survivors and followed them forward.

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

When Beard left, the companion had already thought of a solution to the problem, which was to use the monk's method 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 very difficult to do. Fortunately, the strength of the monks is not weak.

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

Whether this cracking method can be successful is still uncertain, which is why the monks have not started.

They are waiting for the beard to act together.

Because the beard had the highest strength, he was in charge of the shot and fixed the thin line that fell from the sky.

This is not an easy thing, no matter the strength or weight, maybe as long as there is a slight deviation, it is likely to 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 and still be attacked.

So now it can only be tried, and it is impossible to determine what the result will be. Fortunately, even if the crack fails, Big Beard and others will not lose anything.

If they are prepared, they can evacuate in time to ensure that they will not be affected by the explosion.

Immediately after the negotiation, the action began.

Beard personally took action, controlled a large mass of dirt, and quietly approached the forager.

Because of the occlusion of the gray fog, the foragers did not find that a large piece of soil was gathering above their bodies.

"Pardon, get together!"

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

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

The soil was suspended in the air like a plate, and the collectors below had already reacted, confirming that they had been attacked.

Before the collector could respond, the bearded companion shot at the same time, blasting the collector into pieces.

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

The bearded man looked at his companion and reminded him loudly.

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

Big Beard just wanted to shout and ask them to take the survivors away, but he choked back the words.

Because he suddenly remembered that the mysterious wave of unknown origin once reminded himself that he was in danger.

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

If that's the case, they shouldn't be allowed to follow their companions, but keep the risk by their side.

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