Chapter 13 Shadow Realm

Ethereal and eerie laughter kept coming from the mist, as if a frivolous woman was laughing at those lost in the mist. In an instant, it was reorganized in another place in the mist.

This fog of resentful spirits... is actually conscious!

After realizing this, Hetty felt a slight cold sweat on his forehead.

The mist first made the illusion of being unconscious, so that everyone thought the situation was not so critical, and tried to seek a chance to break through, but in the process, as time went by, everyone's physical strength would be weakened by the mist. When Gao Wen and his entourage really started to break through, everyone's state must have been damaged to varying degrees - then the resentment in the fog suddenly shot, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But perhaps it was the undead creature's inherent flaws in sanity that the light laughter from the fog broke its (or their) own traps.

But even so, the situation is still bad.

It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to play a role in the face of this strange enemy. They can only rely on the tenacity they have tempered on weekdays to resist the malice and fear that continue to seep out of the fog. Betty, who has no fighting ability, is the first time. was guarded to the very center of the team. The steel sword in the hands of Knight Byron was surging with scorching heat. With this sword, he constantly dispelled the ubiquitous cold air, and cut off the countless phantom arms protruding from the fog, while under his escort , Heidi and Rebecca can have a relatively stable casting environment.

Heidi recited the incantation, and constantly used various low-level auxiliary spells to weaken the power of the surrounding fog, but Rebecca's attack was much simpler and cruder-she waved her staff, and the magic she released was only one from the beginning to the end. - Fireball.

Large and small fireballs flew from Rebecca's staff into the mist, causing a series of explosions, but the effect was really not good: flames did have a certain restraint on undead creatures, but the mist of wraith was a kind of It is a very special thing. It is thin and broad, and there is no entity that can withstand explosion damage. A fireball explodes in the mist, and most of its lethality will be lost.

"Don't use fireball!" Gawain noticed Rebecca's fighting style, and quickly reminded loudly, "Use a large-scale spell—the power doesn't need to be large, the range must be large! Otherwise, these fogs will disperse all attacks. !"

Rebecca shouted: "But I can only use fireball!"

Gao Wen was taken aback: "What?!"

"Rebecca only knows fireball!" Heidi's voice was almost exasperated, "After five years of learning, she will know this trick!"

Rebecca blushed and was annoyed by her stupidity in magic aptitude. She gathered her powerful magic power together, and she almost tried her best to constrain it into a spell model, and then waved her staff. , a basin the size of a... Fireball flew to the place where the fog was densest.

There is no such thing as an epiphany and an emergency breakthrough in a shocking counterattack.

This far above standard fireball technique caused a far above standard explosion, and even the fog in front of everyone became thinner, but almost in the next moment, the gap in the fog was filled again, and what was even worse was , Gawain suddenly heard a roar full of fear and anger coming from behind him.

A family soldier's eyes were blood red, and the negative force transmitted by the fog of resentment finally completely defeated the soldier's soul, and the damage on the soul was immediately reflected on the body: his skin quickly became dry like parchment. Pale, the whole person also went crazy in the howl, he raised his long sword high, and began to slash wildly, as if there were enemies of life and death in all directions.

The other two nearby fighters reacted immediately, and after dodging the opponent's random attacks, they swarmed up and held down the poor fellow who had gone mad.

The soldier who was held down struggled frantically, his flesh and blood wriggled and twisted violently as if he was about to come out of his body. His eyes widened and he finally roared hoarsely: "Kill me! Kill me!"

However, in the eyes of the other two soldiers, the color of blood was gradually gathering like a cloud, and they did not respond to the request of the comrade.

They are also about to lose their minds.

Upon seeing this, Gawain immediately stabbed the pioneer's sword into the ground, and mobilized the original power of this body according to the method recorded in his mind: "Mind shock!"

This is one of the few abilities of knights that can act on the mind. The powerful willpower will sweep across the battlefield, causing powerful mental oppression to all hostile targets, and can also have a powerful inspirational effect on their own personnel.

Under the effect of mental shock, the two soldiers quickly got rid of the state of fear, but the poor guy who was pressed on the ground by them had completely destroyed his soul by the fog of resentment, and after a few struggles, he stopped moving at all.

Gawain’s eyes swept across the battlefield quickly, and he saw that the surrounding fog not only showed no signs of weakening, but instead became more and more intense in the attack of Heidi and Rebecca, and at the original position of the three soldiers, Betty has disappeared without a trace.

"Where is Betty?!" Gawain's heart tightened, and he shouted loudly, "Betty!"

Amber jumped out of the shadows nearby: "I just saw that little girl run into the fog--looks like sleepwalking!"

"Oops...she lost her mind," Gawain was taken aback, "how can the situation in this fog of resentment be so strange?!"

Amber's face was full of horror: "I don't know what's weird, anyway, the situation is terrible!"

"The fog of resentment shows no sign of dissipating at all. It stands to reason that after being attacked for so long, no matter how powerful the fog is, it should be weakened a bit," Gawain said quickly about his judgment based on the knowledge in his mind, even though those The memories are not his, but he found that as long as he took the initiative to mobilize them, they would be as easy to use as his original knowledge and experience. "And we also judged before that the magic focus here will not be very strong, such ordinary magic power. Focus, how can this kind of resentment fog that can even generate spiritual wisdom come into being?"

Amber is very smart and can tell at a glance: "You mean this fog is not naturally generated? Is there something like an artificial energy source that maintains it?"

"It doesn't have to be an artificial energy source, but there must be something maintaining it—" Gawain stared at the fog with a frown, as if he wanted to use his sight to penetrate the fog and see its essence clearly, "and the one who maintains it. Something should be around here, but we're blinded and can't see it at all!"

"But Ms. Hetty has used detection to distort..." Amber said in confusion, then suddenly opened her eyes, "...Isn't it on the 'this layer'?!"

Before he finished speaking, Gawain watched the half-elf lady suddenly take a step backward, and the whole person just disappeared into the air out of thin air.

No, she didn't disappear.

Gawain noticed an abnormal shadow floating on the nearby ground. It was a vague human-shaped silhouette, vaguely recognizable as the outline of amber. This outline with only a shadow and no body seemed to be teleporting nearby. Jumping and shifting between the various planes, sometimes appearing on the surface, sometimes appearing on the nearby tree trunks, only after a few jumps did they really disappear completely.

It is not a real shadow, but a "reflection" that Amber walks on the edge of the material world in a state of darkness and casts it in the material world.

Such a simple, rude and powerful "Shadow Walk" was an eye-opener for Gawain.

What is the origin of this half-elf thief?

Before Gawain could ask more questions, Amber's figure suddenly appeared in the air again, and she hurried to this side. Just as Gawain was about to ask about the situation, he was grabbed by the other's arm, and then pulled hard by her.

Gao Wen staggered, and then felt that he had passed through a layer of cold and illusory barrier. When his eyes were focused again, the surrounding environment had changed.

Everything has lost its color, and there are only two colors of black and white left in the world. A thin layer of fog covers the world. The fog is cold, but it does not have the power to take away life like the fog of resentment.

Gawain looked around and found that the dense forest had disappeared, but there were dry stumps one after another on the surrounding ground, and the positions of those stumps exactly matched the positions of the trees in the forest.

Everyone, including Hetty, was standing not far from him, but they stood there as if they had been hit by petrification magic, not moving at all.

Rebecca was the closest to Gawain. She maintained a tense posture while holding her staff tightly, but her eyes were not bright. She who had turned into a gray-white "statue" just stared blankly in front of her. The texture is like some kind of rough ceramic.

Threads of black mist were rising from the nearby ground, burrowing into their bodies, and creating tiny cracks in their ceramic-like bodies.

This strange and terrifying sight made Gawain look at his hands subconsciously. After confirming that the hands were still human limbs, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he clenched the long sword of the pioneers and walked quickly towards Rebecca. Cut through those apparently harmful black mists.

But just after taking half a step, Amber suddenly appeared beside him, and the half-elf lady held his arm tightly: "Don't come close, external forces can't help them, and if you are not careful, it will make the situation worse."

Gawain looked at Amber at the moment in astonishment—she actually had another appearance in this black and white world.

Her hair grew longer and floated behind her as if weightless, while her light brown eyes were now filled with a faint golden brilliance, a mass of black smoke like flames gathered under her feet, and repeated The process of condensation-dissipation.

There was no corresponding thing in Gawain Cecil's memory that could explain the sight in front of him.

"Don't ask me too many things, it will be embarrassing if you ask me not to say it - especially if I just dug your grave, it will make me feel guilty," Amber said quickly, "We time Limited, it is the first time I have entered such a 'deep' place, and with you, God knows how long it will last."

"Where is this place?" Gawain asked the question he cared about most.

"Shadow Realm," Amber said lightly, and pouted at the place where Heidi and others were, "Look."

It was where Betty and the soldiers had been at the beginning, but one of the soldiers had fallen to the ground at the moment, turned into a myriad of pale shards - really like broken china, while the others were with Rebecca. Just like the card, it still maintains the movements and demeanor when it just came into contact with the Wraith Mist.

It's just that at the feet of the little maid Betty, there is a row of tiny footprints that radiate shimmering light extending forward...