The scarecrow is made of straw, and the bullets go straight through the straw, while the broken parts automatically begin to stick together, making it impossible to break them apart!
“Click…Click…”
All the bullets had been fired, but Orlas kept pulling the trigger, making a 'clicking' sound, but no bullets were fired.
The scarecrow moved very slowly. Orlas retreated tremblingly and accidentally fell to the ground. His whole body was shaking, especially his legs. A pungent yellow liquid began to flow down his trouser legs from his crotch.
"brush--!!!"
As a voice sounded, the scarecrow's hands stretched out and directly wrapped around Orlas' neck. Orlas kept struggling, trying to break free, his face flushed, and it seemed that he might suffocate to death at any time.
He kept kicking his feet and struggling hard, but it was of no use. He soon suffocated to death, leaving a body there.
After killing Orlas in front of him, the scarecrow began to move forward. Behind him, more scarecrows popped up from the wheat field and began to follow the first scarecrow, moving towards the vibrant direction ahead.
There, there is a small town.
There are hundreds of people living in the town, most of whom are engaged in agriculture. It is night now and they are sleeping soundly. Only a few people are patrolling their farmland like the dead Orlas.
And behind them, a vortex gate like a black hole slowly appeared there. Inside, there seemed to be more things stirring and wanting to come out at any time.
"Is this the main plane?"
A clear voice came from the vortex gate. The voice was a little stiff, but it was standard American English: "Then we can show our skills here."
"Let the people in the main world know...we are here!"
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