Chapter 608 Humble

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The thick fog was gradually dissipating, but still enveloped the entire eastern plains.

The brilliance of the giant sun paled and dimmed in the mist, town after town was cut off from the mist and the grotesque murmur, and in the city streets, in the country fields, twisted and deformed humanoids staggered through the mist In between, it seemed as if a nightmare had entered the world, spreading around along the polluted land.

Solimburg was finally shrouded in this boundless fog.

Irregular winds swept over the city wantonly, rolling all the flags and hunting in the air, more and more bad news is coming from all directions - not only the city in front of you, but also in the city. In the vast land outside, all order is rapidly collapsing.

In the castle hall, the high-level knight in dark steel armor is reporting the latest situation: "...We have lost all contact with the Soest area, the road is blocked by the fog, and the messenger will never again enter the fog. The news came. The fortresses in the direction of the Xielin River Valley and Yartel Mountain briefly ignited beacon fires in the morning, but the beacon fires were extinguished immediately, and the communication spell was cut off. "

Another high-level knight immediately stood up: "The situation in the city is also very abnormal. Some soldiers found wandering civilians in the outer city, and they all seemed to be unconscious, and some people witnessed the unusually tall black-robed giant moving in the fog... …”

As he spoke, the high-ranking knight seemed to be slightly uncomfortable, and moved his shoulders and arms slightly.

At the head of the long table, Edmund's face was sinking: "We are now sure how many people can be contacted and mobilized?"

The high-level knights and noble lords in the hall fell into an embarrassing silence. After a brief exchange of eyes, someone stood up and replied: "It is confirmed that the state is normal... Only the two thousand guards in the castle area, and the area close to the castle area. two thousand soldiers in two barracks."

"That is to say, because of this strange fog, the entire Eastern Legion has hundreds of thousands of people, and now there are only 4,000 available?"

"...Yes, Your Highness."

"This is no ordinary fog," said Duke Silas Laurent. "It has traces of magical manipulation, and it is likely to be the product of a large-scale Forbidden spell, or even a descending ceremony."

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

The lord immediately got up: "The news in that direction is completely cut off,

Your Highness, but according to the last communication, heavy fog also appeared in the plain area controlled by the Royal Army. "

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

"Yes, Your Highness."

The people who received the order quickly left the hall, and soon only Edmund Morn and a few guards were left in the huge main hall.

In the sudden silence, the atmosphere became more and more depressed and gloomy, and wisps of mist penetrated into the hall from the cracks in the windows, as if it brought some kind of twisted and crazy malice entrenched all over the city. In this unbearably quiet depression, the fireplace on one side of the hall suddenly crackled.

Edmund raised his head instantly and looked at the suddenly bright fire...

...

On the streets of the outer city, the situation deteriorated faster than expected.

In the mist that was becoming slightly thinner, the sharp sound of metal symphony briefly broke the dead silence in the air, accompanied by a few flashes of sudden light and a few short hoarse groans, several abnormally tall, made of flesh and blood, The humanoid monster mixed with crystals fell heavily to the ground.

Belk Lauren shook his slightly numb arm, shook off some dirt on the long sword, and frowned at the "creatures" that fell to the ground.

They (perhaps should have been called 'them') are hideous, twisted and mutated, with growing clusters all over their bodies, and dangerous arcane energies continue to leap from cluster to cluster after these monsters have fallen There was a crackling sound, and on these mutated and expanded monsters, some remaining armor and clothing fragments that had been fused with flesh and blood crystals could be seen.

Just a few minutes ago, these "monsters" were still the knights and squires who came to the outer city with Belk to check the situation, but suddenly a tall black-robed monster came out of the fog. These knights and soldiers had eyes with the monster. After meeting, they all became like this, and attacked their master frantically.

In the end what happened?

Belk cautiously guarded the surroundings and slowly moved towards the nearest military camp, while a huge question popped up in his mind.

He had also made eye contact with the black-robed monster, but for some reason, he did not mutate like his subordinates.

His subordinates were cursed unknowingly? Eye contact with that black-robed monster is the "key" to detonate the curse? Why are you okay?

The young marquis quietly applied a series of protective blessings and invisible armor to himself, and his sharp eyes kept sweeping across the streets and alleys shrouded in fog.

The black-robed monster "induced" the terrifying mutation and left quickly in the chaos. I am afraid it is still lurking in a dark corner nearby. Belk is a powerful extraordinary knight, but in the face of this completely unknown He must also show the highest vigilance when facing the strange enemy.

A burst of undisguised chaotic footsteps suddenly came from nearby, and multiple magic power fluctuations also appeared within the perception range at the same time.

Belk turned around quickly, an illusory and hot flame was already burning on the long sword, and a group of tall mutant monsters covered with crystal clusters had stepped out of the fog and gathered towards him - these are obviously not the kind of black. Robe giants, they are obviously shorter, but still have a height of more than two meters, and they release arcane energy visible to the naked eye.

Consistent with the characteristics of his own mutated subordinates - these are also victims of "induced" mutations.

The thought flashed through Belk's mind quickly, and those monsters suddenly launched an attack.

A "cluster giant" stepped forward and charged towards Belk at an astonishing speed, while the other giants either charged or raised their hands to create a powerful arc of arcane arcs - the young marquis quickly turned around, with a millimeter The difference dodged the sharp claws that grabbed his shoulders and neck, and at the same time, the long sword swayed diagonally, the illusory flame shattered the arc coming from the sky, and then the long sword was castrated, accompanied by a sour metal collision sound. Cut off the arm of the second cluster giant.

Dissolving the attack for a short time, Belk immediately jumped back, handed the long sword to his left hand, and swung his right hand in the air, and a crystal clear energy blade fell from the sky, pinning the first cluster giant to the ground. , while a gust of wind that sent a chill to the scalp passed over the back of Belk's neck almost at the same time - he jumped forward in an instant, turned around, dodged the deadly sneak attack, and a few strands of severed hair flew into the air.

The attackers attacked again, and Belk adjusted his balance briefly and then raised his sword to meet him.

They staggered at close range, and in less than a hundredth of a second, a pair of eyes that had partially transformed into crystals and were surrounded by fine crystal clusters flashed before Belk's eyes.

He was a little stunned, and vaguely felt that those eyes were a little familiar...

...

A woman dressed in a green priest's robe, with a beautiful and dignified upper body and hideous plant roots on the lower body, walked slowly out of the flames and walked towards Edmund Moen step by step.

Edmund, who was wearing black armor and a wolfskin cloak, was standing behind the table, staring at the woman who came out of the flames, and at the matriarch of the Society for the Death of All Things.

"All of this is your conspiracy?" He said in a deep voice, before he finished speaking, a sharp black sword had already appeared in his hand.

At the same time, he noticed that the attendants and guards who were standing not far away were unresponsive, as if they had fallen into some kind of hypnosis, and did not notice the appearance of the intruder at all.

Bertila came to the opposite side of the long table unhurriedly, looking at Prince Ansu in front of him, with a faint smile on his face: "For others, this is a conspiracy, for you, it is a conspiracy, not a conspiracy. huh? Our 'ally' highness..."

Edmund knew that this strange woman was extremely dangerous and powerful. While he quietly applied the blessing of the knight domain to himself, he suppressed his anger and said, "You really can't be trusted."

"Didn't you know this from the beginning, Your Highness, the confident prince? You are just habitually underestimating others and overestimating yourself."

While speaking, Bertiera pulled a chair from the side in a leisurely manner and sat down calmly in front of Edmund - her legs formed by vines and roots spread and grew, accompanied by a rustling sound, and the seat. integrated with the ground.

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

"We?" Bertila laughed, with a very sincere smile - in fact, this was almost the only smile she had since the heart in 700 years, "We want to find a way for mankind to survive, a way to survive the gods. At the dinner table, a way of survival continued in the malice of the world.

"And I... I'm just here to meet you, the new you."

"Mad." Edmund felt that he couldn't understand this cultist's thinking at all. He had already accumulated his strength and didn't want to have any more variables, so he raised his sword, and countless fine black cracks quickly spread from the tip of the sword. out, blocking the entire space like a cobweb.

The long table was turned into dust in the cracks, and the seats were torn apart one by one, but before the fatal black crack spread to Bertila, the whispers and murmurs that caused headaches and sanity suddenly poured into Egypt. In Demon's mind, he suddenly lost control of the long sword in his hand, and even the whole person was swaying and could not stand.

Bertiera watched quietly as Edmund supported his body with his sword and gradually collapsed, and said lightly, "Have you been feeling thirsty recently?"

"Water..." Edmund's cheeks were gradually growing clear crystal clusters, and a trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed across his eyes, "Are you poisoned?"

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

"You...will ruin...Ansu..."

"It was you, or should be said, you who destroyed it," Bertila looked at the prince in front of him with almost pity, "remember, you started this vortex."

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

Bertiera stood up from the chair. She quietly stared at Prince Ansu, who was about to lose her will, with deep eyes and a low tone: "Do you really understand what true prosperity is?"

Edmund's field of vision was covered with a hazy light curtain. His eyeballs were rapidly being reshaped by crystals. In that alienated field of vision, he could only see Bertila's eyes. Those eyes were deep and determined. As if with some terrible paranoia, but with unbelievable purity and sanity.

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

This look reminded him of a person, a person who returned to this world from a grave.

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

"You've never really looked down and looked at those humble people."

...

All the "clustered" attackers fell, including the... person whose eyes looked familiar.

She had turned into a monster two meters tall, swollen and twisted flesh mixed with charged crystals, but Belk still recognized her.

She collapsed on the misty street, her body curled up and trembling slightly, which reminded Belk of when he saw each other in an alley not long ago, when she was also curled up on the ground, curled up in the mud.

Belk walked forward slowly, some small wounds on his body came from sharp stabbing pains, he supported his body with a long sword, and crouched down in front of the Laundrywoman, flush with the other party's head.

"Who made you like this? Are those monsters in black robes too?"

The crystalline woman made a hoarse voice, and in a hard gasp, Belk heard an answer he couldn't understand at all: "We are... voluntary, my lord."

The young Marquis exclaimed, "Why?!"

The "monster" who could no longer see the appearance of a human raised his head and said softly:

"It's become like this... you can live by eating stones, my lord..."