The dragon's hooves whipped up puffs of soot and ran straight across the wasteland.

In fact, the earth dragon, a native aberrant creature, is quite handsome in terms of human aesthetics, and the Moscow monitor lizard is their ancestor.

A part of the army of aberrants is still stubbornly resisting. However, after the Demon Ancestor disappeared, the human forces poured out of their nests and cleared the remnants of the settlement outside the city walls. The ground ploughed by the artillery smelled of burning, and the Commander-level aberrations were surrounded by the Godslayers.

Barrier 177 was saved by a lost traveler from another world.

Antakuta felt the bump beneath him, and lay bored on the back of the earth dragon in a daze.

It was only then that he remembered that something important seemed to have slipped through the barrier, ah, like a bag of peanuts.

He pondered for a while, what else?

Yes! His baby daughter!

I have to say that Shura is really a group with a very big heart, and it is a miracle that it has not perished until now.

After all, in the concept of the Shura people, a year on earth is about the same as their day, and it is normal for Shura to be sleepy, tired, and tired and sleepy for several years.

So Antakuta wasn't so flustered, it shouldn't matter how many years she sent her daughter to humans, right?

The scenery in the wasteland is extremely boring, mostly flat black earth, with the occasional pit or small dirt slope appearing inexplicably. Other than that, it's a wandering aberration.

At night, Antakuta took a blanket and bed from the space, threw his backpack in, and found a place to sleep directly.

The earth dragon didn't dare to leave, so he had to lie down not far away sadly, communicating with his eyes and his fellow clansmen who were cautiously looking this way.

What's wrong with you? Is that your dinner?

No, I was caught.

Do you need dinner then?

No, I feel like I'm going to be dinner soon.

......

Twelve hours later, the long night finally ended. The first rays of light pierced the heavy canopy, and the distortants obediently dispersed.

In the sun, they are a living target for thermal weapons, and they are also the best material for new recruits to practice guns.

The wind rose, and the soot from the sky slowly dispersed to the south, turning from dark gray to a miserable white color.

It's a rare good weather.

Antakuta got up from the bed and rubbed his eyes, and the earth dragon shook his head uneasily.

This stems from an instinctive resistance to sunlight.

Antakuta sighed sleepily, what now? How do you get back to the barrier?

The Barrier Force found out that they were missing, so they should send a hoverplane to search for them.

So he lay down again, wrapped himself in a blanket by the way, and lay motionless on his stomach like a spring roll.

This weird picture.

......

"Grandpa, what's that?" The girl looked out the window with a telescope and there were two small black dots that stood out in the boring wasteland.

A huge convoy sped along the wasteland, the occasional gunfire warning the nearby aberrations that they weren't to be messed with.

Coupled with the fact that there were also two god-killers in the convoy who had been hired heavily, the girl didn't seem very scared.

This is the first time she has stepped out of the city and into the legendary frontier lands.

This will be the capital for her to go back and brag to her friends.

The old man sitting next to him turned out to be in the telescope, for a moment, frowned, and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Scum, Zhu Yu has seen the abnormal situation, you take a few people to take a look." Never leave the convoy's line of sight. ”

The slag on the other end of the walkie-talkie answered, casually ordering a few guards. Three cars left the convoy and drove away in dust.

The slag is a thin man with a beard, and the uniforms of the guards are worn on his body, which perfectly interprets what it means to be a soldier ruffian.

This is an old fritter that has seen all kinds of wind and waves.

But now, as the distance gradually closes, his mouth begins to distort at an unnatural angle, and the word bewilderment is written all over his face.

"Scum...... Brother scum, I, am I dazzled? How did I see a bed with a ground dragon next to it? The voice of the walkie-talkie sounded, and the slag nodded stiffly.

yes, I think we're collectively dazzled, too.

The earth dragon looked restless, constantly looking back and forth at the bed and the open wasteland. Finally, as if it had made up its mind, it slashed its hooves and roared sadly, heading for the other end of the dust.

The whole picture is extremely eerie.

Isn't the Earth Dragon the most aberration? What made it so deeply traumatized?

The scum has a question mark.

Three cars slowly stopped near the bed in a zigzag pattern. The Heavy opened the skylight and looked around warily.

The slag pushed the car door and walked down, thinking that he must be crazy, what the hell is the young man in front of him who rolled himself into a spring roll and was lying on the bed?

Could it be a new type of aberration?

Sleeping Beauty?

He quickly shook his head and drove the strange thoughts out of his head.

Carrying a gun, he cautiously walked to the side of the bed and shook the man, but there was no reaction at all.

He was dressed in normal human clothes, with a body temperature and a snort and heartbeat, but the image exuded a sense of conspiracy from every angle.

A clip was playing in the slag's head.

On a moonlit night in the Dark Wind Heights, an aberrant climbed over the barrier, sneaked into the house, and saw the man sleeping on the bed.

Then it had an idea, and carried the whole bed out of the house in an unscientific way, and came to the wasteland, where it was now staring intently. Fishing.

"Alert!" The slag roared. There were a few clicks of the bolt, and the driver's foot was on the accelerator, and he could go at any moment.

After two minutes, nothing happened.

The slag scratched his head in embarrassment, "Lift the bed up to the roof of the car and get the person down and put it in the trunk." ”

Several big men came to the side of the bed and pulled the quilt on the man's body, but he didn't pull it.

Several roars came from afar, and these lonely humans were so conspicuous that it was hard not to attract attention.

"Get in the car, forget it, lift the roof of the whole bed!" The slag looked around, and several people immediately grabbed the four corners of the bed and tied them to the roof of the car with nylon ropes.

Drilling into the car, the engine roared, and the Heavy poured bullets behind him, tongues of fire erupting.

The Antar Kuta on the roof of the car woke up slowly, still a little dizzy. He felt as if he was being tied up, and the wind hit his face a little painfully, but it was unexpectedly stimulating.

Feeling the beauty of speed, King Shura tilted his head and fell asleep again.