As the mechanical puppet gets closer, Han Dong finds that his physical fitness has declined significantly. He is probably worse than ordinary people. If it is converted into the data-based body of the Nightmare World, Han Dong's physical fitness is probably only four points or even three points at most.

"Are you going to die?" Han Dong felt dizzy and a ghost appeared in his eyes.

This is not a nightmare world. You can still be resurrected after death. Once you die, you may really die.

At this moment, a dark red mark suddenly appeared on Han Dong's wrist, and three lines of uneven thickness were arranged horizontally, looking like scratches from wild animals.

【Thorn, sting ~】

【The host is in danger, sting, sting~】

[It is determined that there is a 98% chance of death. Will Francis, the follower of the Nightmare World, be summoned to protect you?]

[Please make a choice within 10 seconds. Yes/No, if the time is exceeded, the default selection is yes.]

...

A cold mechanical sound suddenly came from Han Dong's ear. The sound sounded like it was from an old radio with poor signal reception, and there was also a murmur of electric current in his words.

"I, what's wrong with me? Are you having auditory hallucinations?" A dull look appeared on Han Dong's face. Although he had already guessed in his heart, the result of the guess made Han Dong feel chill all over.

The mechanical puppet is getting closer and closer. The nearest mechanical puppet has stretched out its right arm and poked a sharp blade more than one foot long from its right arm. The sharp blade is slightly curved and looks like a scimitar.

Han Dong gritted his teeth, motionless, and made no choice.

If everything he heard before was auditory hallucination, no matter what choice he made, he would not react at all. But if it was not auditory hallucination, then even if he did not make any choice, he would have a high probability that he would not die in the end.

Sure enough, just as the fastest moving mechanical puppet was less than five meters away from him, the cold mechanical sound in his ears sounded again.

[The selection time has come, the host has not made any choice, and the default choice is to summon followers!]

A bitter smile appeared on Han Dong's face, "Is it true that I thought it was the same as I thought!"

This is a test by Han Dong, a test made with his own life. If the test results are the same as what he thought, then Han Dong may make different decisions in many things in the future.

Just when Han Dong couldn't hold on and was about to fall headlong into the soil, a bright light suddenly burst out in front of him. A mysterious magic circle map appeared in front of Han Dong out of thin air. In the magic circle map, a warrior wearing steel armor and holding a knight spear blocked Han Dong with his strong body.

"Anyway, I finally don't have to die this time. Francis, I'll leave the rest to you." A smile appeared on Han Dong's lips, and he fell head-on in the soil, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

...

I don't know how long it took, Han Dong finally woke up from his coma. He found himself lying in front of a thatched hut, and the shadows just covered his entire body.

Francis stood motionless in front of him.

As if realizing that he had woken up, Francis turned around. At this time, Francis was still wearing full armor and holding a knight's spear in his hand, but the facial armor on his helmet had been unveiled.

"I originally wanted to put you in the thatched hut and lie down, but these thatched huts were all made of stainless steel, so I couldn't open it..." Francis explained awkwardly.

Han Dong smiled slightly and turned over and stood up. At this time, he felt a little sore all over his body, as if it was a sequelae of excessive exercise.

"Francis, thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have been dead." Han Dong looked into the distance and said softly.

Francis knelt on one knee and said firmly: "Master, Francis will always be the shield and sword in your hand. As long as I exist for one day, you will not be harmed."

Han Dong nodded, still shocked at the ability to summon Francis.

You know, when he chose Francis as his follower, he had already hoped to summon Francis in the real world.

This is not impossible. There is a summoning technique in the Nightmare World. Han Dong originally thought that as long as he obtains a summoning technique scroll in the Nightmare World, he could summon Francis to the real world. Unexpectedly...

After taking a look at the mechanical puppet in the distance, Han Dong found that he was not very happy to summon Francis to the real world.

"Is this a real world or is it the same as the nightmare world? It's just..." Han Dong couldn't help thinking in his heart: "And who is the sound that sounded in his ears before? And, it calls me the host, so what is it parasitized on me?"

Han Dong looked up at the sky of the plantation. At this time, a sun was hanging high in the sky, but the sun shining on Han Dong, but it made him feel no warmth.

Sitting in the shadow of the thatched hut, Han Dong thought for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and stood up, kicking the door of the thatched hut hard.

"Even if you want to break your head now, what's the use of it? It's better to improve your strength as soon as possible, reach a high-level spirit master, or even surpass the high-level spirit master... At least, the strength of the resistance will be greater at that time... Damn, the door of this thatched hut is really made of steel, it hurts!"

Han Dong's face looked a little ugly, and he limped towards the plantation. All the mechanical puppets had been eliminated, and the rest was to collect these herbs.

...

I don’t know how long it took, Han Dong sat on the ground panting, looking at the empty plantation, his heart full of satisfaction and joy.

Anyone who gets so many precious herbs will probably be the same as Han Dong's mood at this time.

"Master, the herbs here are very precious, and many of them are materials that are extraordinary potions..." Francis's eyes showed a confused look, as if he was recalling something, but the memory seemed to have deviated, which made him seem a little painful.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore. All the past has passed. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. You have to look forward to be a human being." Han Dong glanced at Francis.

It seems that Francis' identity is not simple to be able to identify these extinct herbs.

"Yes, master." After hearing Han Dong's words, Francis seemed to be relieved and nodded and said.

"These thatched huts are all made of fine iron. Do you think there are many good things hidden inside?" Han Dong's eyes fell on several thatched huts next to the plantation.

These thatched huts look simple from the outside, as if they can be blown down by the wind. But in fact, under the thick thatch, there is actually a house built of steel. Even the windows are like reinforced bulletproof glass, and they are not transparent, but like frosted glass, and they cannot see clearly what is in the house.

"Master, do you need me to break them?" Francis asked softly with his knight's spear in his hand tightly.

"Try it, just break a hole." Han Dong pondered for a moment, then took a few steps back and said.

I originally planned to use a blue fireball to boil it, but I may burn the entire house if I accidentally do it. At that time, even if there are any precious items inside, I may be buried in the fire. It is better to let Francis break it open so as not to destroy the treasures that may appear inside.
Chapter completed!