Chapter 608： Humble

The dense fog is gradually dissipating, but it still covers the entire eastern plains.

The glory of the giant day became pale and bleak in the fog, and the towns and towns in the mist and the whisper of the weird whispers were inextricably linked. In the city streets, in the rural wilderness, the distorted deformed humanoids walked in the mist. Between them, it seems that a nightmare that has entered the world is spreading along the polluted land.

Sorinburg was finally enveloped in this boundless fog.

Irregular winds swept across the city, rolling all the flags in the air, and more and more bad news was coming from all directions—not just the city, the city. On the vast expanse of land, all the order is rapidly breaking down.

In the castle hall, the high-ranking knights wearing dark steel armor are reporting the latest situation: "...we have lost all contact with the Soest area, the road is blocked by fog, and the messenger has never entered the fog. The news came. The fortress in the direction of the Forest Valley and the Yaltel Mountain had a brief ignited fire in the morning, but the bonfire was extinguished and the spell was cut off. The Cavaliers sent to check the situation have not returned yet. ”

Another high-ranking knight stood up: "The situation in the city is also very abnormal. Some soldiers found wandering civilians in the outer city. They all looked unconscious. Others witnessed the unusually tall black robe giants in the fog... ..."

As he said, the high-ranking knight seemed to have a slight discomfort and slightly moved his shoulders and arms.

At the head of the long table, Edmund is like a water: "We are now sure how many people can be connected and can be transferred?"

The high-ranking knights and noble lords in the hall were caught in an unspeakable silence. After a brief confrontation, some people got up and replied: "There is a normal state... only the two thousand guards in the castle area, and near the castle area. Two thousand soldiers stationed in two barracks."

"That is, because of this strange fog, hundreds of thousands of entire Eastern Army groups, now only 4,000 are available?"

"...Yes, Your Highness."

"This is not an ordinary fog," said the Duke of Silas Loren. "It has traces of magic manipulation, and it is likely to be a large-scale curse spell, or even a product of the gods' ritual."

Edmund frowned and looked at a noble lord: "...What information is available in the direction of the Kingdom Army?"

The lord immediately got up: "The news in that direction was completely cut off, His Royal Highness, but according to the last interrogation, there was also a fog in the plains controlled by Wang Guojun."

After a brief silence, Edmund slowly stood up, his hands on the table, his eyes were very serious: "Obviously, we are suffering an attack, the attacker has mastered the power of the celestial level. Now, our mage The regiment is preparing large-scale dispersal and purification spells. Before they complete the ceremony, you must ensure the safety of all the mage towers in the inner city. The Duke of Loren, the guards of the castle area, will be handed over to you. In addition, please inform Belk immediately to return to the castle. ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

The person who got the order quickly left the hall, and soon Edmund Moen and a handful of guards were left in the big main hall.

Suddenly quiet, the atmosphere became more and more depressed, and the misty mist penetrated into the hall from the gap of the window, as if it brought some kind of twisted and crazy malice around the city. In this unbearable quiet repression, the fireplace on the side of the hall suddenly creaked.

Edmund raised his head in an instant and looked at the sudden bright fire...

......

On the streets of the outer city, the situation worsened more quickly than imagined.

In the slightly thin mist, the sharpness of the metal crosses briefly breaks the silence in the air, accompanied by several sudden flashes of light and a few short hoarseness, several unusually tall, fleshy and The human monster mixed with crystals fell heavily on the ground.

Berk Loren licked a slightly numb arm, licking off some of the dirt on the sword, and frowned at the "biological" that fell to the ground.

They (perhaps already called 'them') are horrible, distorted, and there are hyperplastic clusters everywhere. The dangerous arcane energy continues to jump between the clusters after these monsters collapse. The sound of squeaking, and in these mutated monsters, you can also see some remaining armor and clothing fragments that have been fused with flesh and blood crystals.

In just a few minutes ago, these "monsters" followed Berk to the outer city to see the situation of the knights and squatters, but suddenly in the fog out of a tall black robe monster, these knights and soldiers with the eyes of the monster After the intersection, they all became like this and madly attacked their master.

In the end what happened?

Belk cautiously warned around and slowly moved toward the nearest military camp, and there was a huge question in his mind.

He also had contact with the black robe monster, but somehow, he did not mutate like his own.

My own subordinates have been cursed unconsciously? Is the contact with the black robe monster a "key" that ignites the curse? Why is it okay?

The young Marquis quietly applied a series of protective blessings and invisible armor to himself, and the sharp sight continued to sweep through the misty streets.

The black robe monster quickly left after he "induced" the terrible mutation. Now I am still lurking in a dark corner nearby. Berk is a powerful extraordinary knight, but in the face of this completely unknown When he is a strange enemy, he must also take the highest vigilance.

A burst of unconcealed footsteps suddenly came from nearby, and the magical fluctuations of the plural also appeared in the range of perception.

Belk turned quickly, and the sword had already burned a layer of illusory hot flames, and a group of monsters covered with crystal clusters and tall variations had stepped out of the fog and gathered toward him - these are obviously not the kind of black. The robe giants, who are obviously shorter, still have a height of more than two meters, releasing the arcane energy visible to the naked eye.

Consistent with the subordinates of their own variability—these are also victims of being “induced” mutations.

Berk’s mind flashed through the thoughts quickly, and the monsters slammed into the attack.

A "Crystal Giant" stepped forward and rushed to Berk at an alarming rate, while the other giants either charged or raised their hands to create a powerful arcane arc - the young Marquis quickly turned to a milli The difference kicked off the claws of the shoulder and neck, while the long sword swayed, the illusory flame shattered the arc from the volley, and then the sword went unstoppable, accompanied by a sour metal crash. Cut off the arm of the second cluster giant.

After a brief attack, Berk immediately leaped backwards, the long sword was handed to the left hand, and the right hand slammed in the air, and a crystal clear energy blade descended from the sky, nailing the first cluster giant to the ground. And a scalp and chilly blast almost skipped Berk's back neck at the same time - he swooped forward, turned around, escaped this deadly sneak attack, and several cut hairs scattered in the air.

The attacker launched the attack again, and Berke briefly adjusted the balance and then greeted the sword.

They crossed at a close distance, and in that less than one-hundredth of a second, a pair of eyes that had been partially converted into crystals and surrounded by tiny clusters flashed in front of Belk's eyes.

He was a bit stunned and vaguely thought that the eyes were a bit familiar...

......

A woman wearing a green goddess robes, a beautiful and dignified upper body, and a lower body with a sturdy plant roots slowly stepped out of the flame and walked toward Edmund Moen step by step.

Edmund, wearing a black armor and wearing a wolf-skin cloak, stood behind the table, staring at the woman who came out of the flame and staring at the woman who was the last woman.

"Is this all your conspiracy?" he said quietly, his voice was not falling, and a black sword had appeared in his hands.

At the same time, he noticed that the attendants and guards who were not far away did not respond, as if they had fallen into a certain hypnosis state, and did not notice the emergence of the intruders.

Bertila came to the opposite side of the long table without hesitation. Looking at the Prince of Ansu in front of him, his face showed a faint smile: "For others, this is a conspiracy. For you, this is a conspiracy, not a What? Our Highness of our 'allies'..."

Edmund knew that this strange woman was extremely dangerous and powerful. He quietly applied his blessings in the knighthood to himself, while suppressing his anger and saying: "You are not credible."

"You didn't know it from the beginning, your confident Prince. You just habitually underestimated others and overestimated yourself."

While Bertila said, she pulled a chair from the side and sat down in front of Edmund—the legs of her vines and roots spread, accompanied by rustling, and the seat. Integrate with the ground.

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do?!"

“We?” Bertila laughed, her smile was extraordinarily sincere – in fact, it was almost the only smile she had made in her heart for seven hundred years. “We want to find a way for human beings, one that can be in the hands of the gods. On the dining table, the way of life that continues in the malice of the world.

"And I... I just came to greet you and welcome you new."

"Maniac." Edmund felt that he could not understand the cultist's ideas. He had accumulated strength and didn't want to have any more variables. So his sword was raised, and numerous black cracks quickly spread from the tip of the sword. Out, like a spider web, blocking the entire space.

The long table turned into dust in the cracks, and the seats were torn apart. However, before the deadly black crack spread to Bertila, a burst of whispers and whispers that burst into tears suddenly poured into Egypt. In Demon’s mind, he suddenly lost control of his opponent’s long sword, and even the whole person was staggering and could not stand.

Bertila quietly watched Edmund support the body with a sword and gradually went to the appearance of collapse, faintly said: "Are you often feeling thirsty recently?"

"Water..." Edmund's cheeks were gradually growing out of clear crystal clusters, and his eyes suddenly crossed a line of insight. "You poisoned?"

"It's not poison, it's just a blessing - the blessing of the 'God'."

"You... will be ruined... Ansu..."

"It’s you who ruined it, or you should say, it’s you," Bellilla looked at the prince in front of her pity. "Remember, this whirlpool is what you open."

Edmund felt that his own reason was dissipating quickly, and that the whisper was quickly depriving him of his ability to think. He said with difficulty, almost instinctively said: "I just... want to bring it back... prosperity..."

Bertila stood up from her chair. She quietly watched the Prince of Ansu, who was about to lose her self-will. Her eyes were deep and her voice was low: "You, really understand what real prosperity is?"

Edmund's vision is covered with a layer of light curtains, his eyeballs are rapidly being crystallized, and in that alienated vision, he can only see the eyes of Bertila, the eyes are deep and determined. As if with some kind of terrible paranoia, but with unbelievable purity and reason.

He didn't understand why a crazy cult would suddenly show such a look.

This look made him think of a person, a person who returned to the world from the grave.

Before losing his self-will, he heard the last sentence of the other party:

"You never really looked down and looked at the humble people."

......

The "clustering" attackers all fell, including the person who looked familiar with the eyes.

She has become a monster two meters tall, with a twisted flesh and blood mixed with crystals, but Berk still recognizes her.

She fell on the misty streets, her body curled up and shivered, which made Berk think of it. Not long ago, when he saw each other in an alley, she was so huddled on the ground and curled up in the mud.

Belk slowly stepped forward, and some small wounds on his body sent a sharp tingling. He supported the body with a long sword and squatted in front of the "laundry woman", flushing with the other's head.

"Who made you like this? Are those black robe monsters?"

The clustered woman made a hoarse voice, and in a tough respite, Berk heard an answer that he could not understand at all: "We are... Voluntary, adults."

The young Marquis exclaimed: "Why?!"

The "monster" who could not see the human appearance looked up and said softly:

"It becomes like this... you can live by eating stones, adults..."