Trimester...... Three months in such a horrible place.

After listening to his explanation, there was only fear left in Zhu Cheng's eyes.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he were alone here for three months.

No, in general, there shouldn't be any way to survive! In such an abnormal field, simple food and clothing can become a problem.

And Shen Yan saw Zhu Cheng's expression, and sighed slightly, just looking at his appearance, he knew that he didn't know that there was a problem of time distortion in this area.

In fact, everyone who enters this area will have a strange change in the time scale, and some of the people who entered the island at the same time as themselves ended up landing on the island a few days later, apparently before themselves.

After a period of research, Shen only came to the conclusion that the time on the island was disordered and inconsistent with the outside world of the island.

"So far, I haven't seen any other people who have come in, and I don't know how they are doing?"

He couldn't help but think of this, and there was a trace of helplessness in his heart.

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As if in slow motion, the bullet travels through the air in a precise trajectory and hits its target.

The team sent by the Order of Soul Bound was completely suppressed in terms of firepower.

The black servants, dressed in standard suits and three-piece suits, gracefully armed with different weapons, launched a fierce attack on the enemy lurking near the reef in the distance.

Their movements were extremely precise, easily harvesting one life after another, and not a single bullet was wasted, weaving a beautiful web of fire in mid-air.

The grenade landed on the enemy's side according to the calculated parabola, and the wind and flames brought the killing power of the thermal weapon to the extreme, burying several enemies in an instant.

It was an elegant slaughter, and the acolytes who had been in charge of carrying plates and respectfully serving the guests on the Elysium had turned into killing Grim Reapers.

Their standard of action is correct, every shot is without thinking, when they indifferently take the action of shooting, accurately calculate the range, trajectory, and shoot bullets into the bodies of those who try to dodge.

In less than half an hour, the battle was completely over.

Sir L and his servants cleaned up the battlefield, and the enemy was almost completely destroyed, but he and his servants did not suffer any casualties, and they even kept their clothes relatively decent and neat.

It's not like a fight, it's like a dance party, and the main character is clearly not on the other side.

"Ahem, ahem! This...... This is impossible, why are our supernatural items useless to you? ”

A soulbinder who was not yet dead spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his eyes wide open, leaning against the rock, lying on his back, he could hardly believe what had just happened.

In fact, firepower is just a pretense, so that the Soul Bound will not be stupid enough to play with the opposing side, and from the beginning, they have used supernatural objects to carry out surprise attacks.

They can use the supernatural field to block the other person's mind;

It is also possible to summon various spirits to attack one's enemies;

Or unleash the power of the curse to corrupt this group of defenseless mortals.

But the problem is that in the end, it didn't show any effect at all.

This group of people can also act unaffected under the influence of the supernatural field.

Some of the summoned spirits can affect reality and directly launch physical attacks.

However, these spirits scurried around the battlefield like headless flies.

As for the power of the curse, it seems to be all out of order, and it is obvious that it can make all the internal organs fester, or vomit blood and vomit non-stop curses, and no one has been hit.

This also surprised the soul binders, the ability they had always trusted was completely disintegrated, which naturally made them shaken in their hearts, and because of this wavering, the next battle was even more one-sided.

The Soul Bound were all wiped out in the blink of an eye, and under the dense network of firepower, none of them escaped.

Before dying, the Soul Bound clutched the sacrificial dagger in his hand, an evil dagger with an incredibly powerful curse, with which he had won numerous victories, but this time, the dagger was completely ineffective on the battlefield, which caused him to die on the spot.

He lay on his back on the ground and muttered, "I can't take it——! ”

"You can't accept it, but there's no way around it."

Sir L's face remained unchanged, and he wore a pair of silk gloves, and easily took off the sacrificial dagger and played with it in his hand.

"After all, your 'supernatural props' are only aimed at ordinary humans, and we are 'non-human', so how can we be affected by your supernatural props."

As soon as his words fell, the soul-bound man died on the spot.

(Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy to solve them, and 'consciousness transfer' is a tricky problem...... ）

"No, I'm afraid not this time."

Standing behind Sir L was an old monk, dressed in a red robe, with his hands folded.

The old monk did not speak Chinese or English, he spoke Nepali directly.

Master Lado did not act with the others, but accompanied Sir L. This is also taking into account the special ability that the old monk possesses, that is, he can reduce the energy of the field and make it into a stable state, and with his presence, he can reduce the ability of spirits and curses directly against the physics system to half.

"This person's soul has not been transferred, and the same is true for the others, none of them are really 'soul binders'?"

Master Radu opened his eyes slightly, he was able to directly see the existence of the field through the naked eye, which was also the strength of his physique, even the psychic ability of the "Strange Tales Association" was far inferior to him.

"What?"

Sir L was visibly stunned for a moment, and after a while he came to his senses and said, "Master Radu, do you mean that this group of people is not really soul binders?" ”

It was not an old monk from Nepal who responded to him, but a strange voice.

"That's right, so you'd better die for me!"

Along with this figure, a pitch-black claw pierced through Master Ladu's chest, and the old monk couldn't even scream miserably, and his heart was directly torn apart.

"You're so smart that you didn't know how to come up with a way to fight our props, and likewise, you're stupid."

A huge, scaly man stood in front of Sir L, who sneered and threw the corpse of the old monk hanging on his arm to the ground.

"But from the very beginning, the people who stood in your way were not the true soul binders of the Order."

"Who are you?"

Sir L calmed down, and even though Radu died in front of him, his brow did not furrow.

"Before you die, I might as well tell you my name, so that you don't end up in hell and become a fool."

The man's scales moved, increasing to every inch of his body, and he almost changed from a large living person to a scaly humanoid lizard.

"I'm Black Scale, ranked sixth among the Ten Murders of the Order, and I'll send you to death next, remember this name well!"

Bang bang bang!

Before his words were finished, the muzzles of countless black holes pointed at his position, and a dense number of bullets were fired in an instant.

"Joke, do bullets work for me?"

The bullets hit the massive body, and only a few were able to penetrate into the scales of his muscles, but they were quickly squeezed out by the muscles that healed automatically, and of course, many more were bounced off by the dense scales, splashing only a little spark on the epidermis.