Primitive!
Savage!
Backward!
Supplies were extremely scarce!
Through the female archer's series of actions, Coulson instantly realized that this world was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Especially their attitude toward death—it was as ordinary as eating and drinking.
From beginning to end, she had not shown the slightest grief or pain over her companion's death. Instead, she was more concerned about her own gains.
Of course, it was also possible that this was a temporarily assembled team with little emotional connection between its members, who had only joined forces for profit.
But regardless, such cruelty and indifference made all the Earthlings present deeply uncomfortable.
Skye pointed at the freshly stripped leather and bloody chunks of meat on the ground, asking with a look of disgust, "Do we have to carry such disgusting stuff on our backs too?"
"Of course! To better conceal our identities, we shouldn't act too differently."
As he spoke, Grant Ward endured the pungent stench and took the initiative to shoulder his share.
Melinda, who had always been a woman of few words and ruthless action, followed close behind.
Soon, everyone in the group carried some leather and flying dragon meat according to their strength and stamina, then continued toward the human settlement under the guidance of the local natives.
Although the smell of blood attracted quite a few wild beasts and Cursed Creatures along the way, they were all eliminated from a safe distance by the firearms and bullets they carried.
The female archer calling herself Cleo finally understood why these strange-looking outsiders were not as "weak" as she had imagined.
At the very least, their weapons were remarkably powerful, capable of blowing apart a Cursed Creature's head from dozens of meters away.
Of course, Allen, who had punched a flying dragon's head apart,