Chapter 251 The Beginning of Collapse

In the early morning, Sasnam enjoyed the first rays of sunlight from the sea level.

This is a free island located between Shadow Island and Bilgewater.

Because of its geographical location, many gold diggers who want to venture to Shadow Island will rest here for a day.

As a result, the island of Sasnam has become prosperous and lively, with a strong commercial atmosphere and a constant stream of merchants.

But beauty and peace will never be an eternal melody. On a day that should have been calm, everything was broken by an ominous atmosphere.

"Look, what is that!?"

The sailor in charge of the lookout exclaimed, and then slid down from the mast to the deck in a panic and ran towards the captain's room.

His actions and shouts attracted the attention of other sailors, and everyone rushed to the bow.

"What are you arguing about, a group of guys who want to be lazy." Captain Glo was sipping a bottle of fine wine. Hearing the noise outside, he came out of the cabin cursing.

However, when he came to the bow and saw the scene on the sea not far away, the cursing stopped immediately.

The sailors beside him had already dropped their tools, their legs trembling with fear, their faces showing horror:

"Captain, that's the black fog! It's getting closer and closer to us!"

Who living in Susnam doesn't know about the black fog of Shadow Island?

Even babies in their mother's womb have heard the story of the black fog no less than a hundred times.

Every year, whether spring or summer, countless guys with only gold coins in their eyes come to Susnam to hire ships to go to Shadow Island. Each of them hopes that they are the lucky one and look forward to making a fortune.

When they set out, there was a full ship of people, but in the end, only a few people came back alive.

Of course there were treasures, and those who came back alive were also given the honorary title of "Legendary Adventurer".

So Susnam and other places spread the following saying:

Legendary adventurers may not be able to come out of the black fog alive, but every adventurer who comes out alive becomes a legendary adventurer.

Snap——!

Captain Glo slammed the bottle in his hand on the deck. He pushed the crewman at the helm away with one hand and turned the direction himself in a rage:

"Damn it, we shouldn't go out to sea today! Damn it, take your weapons!"

His voice was almost drowned in the turbulent sea water.

Hua-Hua-

The huge hull turned clumsily, pushing the turbid sea water around it, trying to escape the impending dangerous whirlpool.

The speed at which the black fog swept in was faster than expected.

The sky lost its original color, and the spreading black fog was like a high wall that was about to collapse. It wailed and groaned, eager to find an object to suck.

Darkness and deepness began to shroud, and the sea water rolled violently.

When the black fog rushed to the front like rain, the ship just turned around.

Buzz!

The ghostly fog collapsed quickly, sweeping past at a very fast speed, and the sun was swallowed by a huge black mouth in an instant, and the entire hull was included in this huge mouth.

Glo felt his eyes go dark, and he cursed in a low voice. His hands left the rudder and reached for the pistol at his waist.

After the black fog fell, it was no different from the dark night without a moon. The surroundings were all sticky and weird black. Only the sound of the sea water hitting the hull made them feel that they were still on the ship and still sailing.

Not only Glo, but the rest of the crew also gave up struggling. They wailed and prayed in their hearts to take out their weapons, including swords, pistols, and all kinds of weapons.

It’s not that no one has thought about jumping off the ship and escaping, but in such an environment, jumping off the ship will only kill faster.

Everyone on the ship was quiet at this moment. They held their breath and moved carefully on the deck.

Although they could not see anything except darkness in their eyes, they were still trying their best to scan the surroundings.

What if something suddenly jumped out from behind?

Bang!

A strange sound suddenly exploded at the bow, and before Glo and his men could react, they saw something more in the sticky fog.

The surging corpse green light was particularly eye-catching against the black curtain.

"Evil spirit! It's an evil spirit!" someone screamed.

"No! How is it possible? The Soul-Eating Night has already passed."

"Help! I don't want to die yet."

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The crew looked at the corpse green undead coming from all around in horror, and their fingers pulled the triggers one after another like crazy.

Bang! Bang! Bang! !

For a while, the sound of bullets coming out came one after another, and the sparks flew wildly with fear and panic, some ignited the ropes on the ship, and some were deeply embedded in the wooden boards of the cabin.

However. After the dense gunfire, everyone found an extremely desperate point. Their attacks could not cause even a little damage to the undead.

The bullets passed through the bodies of the undead without any hindrance, and the dark green fires of the ghosts were still burning hot and bright, mercilessly mocking their resistance.

"No, she is not in pain here."

Faintly, Glo and the crew seemed to hear a voice at the bow calling out something, low and full of pain.

But then, the evil spirits swarmed over.

The hissing and hoarse sounds continued, and the green light shuttled freely in the black fog.

In less than a few seconds, the bodies of Captain Glo and others disappeared, and where they were originally located, there were several more undead with similar appearances to them, and the terrifying death flames flickered in their bodies.

Kaka--

The mast was broken, the wooden hull began to decompose, and turbid sea water poured into the cabin.

Some pistols and weapons were thrown into the sea, and some lay coldly on the deck. Their owners had no intention of looking for them.

The sailors and the captain would never use these guys again now and in the future.

The undead turned into swimming green light again, melted into the black fog, and expanded to the nearest island, Sasnam.

The spread of black fog brought endless panic to Sasnam.

No one on the island knew about the arrival of the black fog in advance, so no defense force was formed.

As usual, women were drying their washed clothes in front of the clothesline, and children were playing barefoot on the shallows to catch crabs.

Suddenly, some of them looked up at the center of the sea and saw the terrifying power that only existed in the mouths of adults.

It was a deep, dark, overwhelming black, like a rising black tide rushing towards them.

The black shadow almost instantly overwhelmed their young hearts, the timid children burst into tears, and the older ones ran to the shore.

The tender footprints were left deep and shallow on the beach, and no one dared to look back at the green fire surging in the thick fog.

That was the signal of the visit of the dead, and it was the collapse from the other side of the island.

The black tide surged onto the shore without hindrance, and the crying was soon covered by the hissing and hoarse noises. Those tender footprints will remain on the shallow beach forever, and no one will bring fresh colors to it again.

Then the whole island city fell into endless, boundless and dense darkness.

All the panic and anxiety were frozen at this moment.

The mother could no longer hear the tender voice of her child, the baby could no longer feel the warm embrace of her mother, the wife could not wait for her husband to sail out to sea, and the sailor could not remember the warmth and tenderness on his knees.

Some of them witnessed the arrival of the black fog for the first time, and this was also the last time.

Sasnam, a small island blessed by light and peace, disappeared forever on this day as darkness enveloped it.

Swish!

A long sword flashing with ghostly green flashed in the black fog.

In an instant, the island, which was crying and panicking, fell into endless silence.

Everything turned into ruins

"Isold, I can feel that we are getting closer to each other!"

"One day, I will find you!"

A moment later. Viego's painful lament came from the damaged palace of the island country of Sasnam.

The boundless black fog spread outward again

At the foot of the Giant God Peak, the Lakor tribe.

This is a primitive tribe that believes in gods. Their biggest dream in life is to climb the unreachable peak of the Titan.

Atreus was originally a member of this tribe. After the soul of "War" died, he took over his body again and returned to his former tribe.

"This voice again. What on earth do you want to say!?"

Atreus sat in his room, his expression slightly irritated and ferocious.

For several months, since the day "War" died, his ears have been surrounded by inexplicable whispers.

That was a certain voice that he could only hear after he saw the world of death with his own eyes.

Perhaps this was the call from the god of death.

His will defeated death, but the god of death still refused to give up and wanted to hook his soul away.

He had climbed the top of the Titan, and he had survived tenaciously when "War" died by his will.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

But facing the whispers all the time, he could only feel a sense of powerlessness.

Willpower cannot solve all problems. Even though "War" left him with a strong body, he also understood.

There are some powers that he cannot resist now.

At least he has no ability to take revenge on those stars in the sky.

Climbing Mount Targon is a scam from beginning to end.

Atreus clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger.

Pylas, his close friend who climbed Mount Targon with him, fell down at the moment of reaching the top.

And he himself was also judged to be unqualified to become a Protoss, but his body was taken away by "War".

From that moment to the death of "War", he could only watch the Protoss use his body. He was controlled to search for the footprints of the Darkin all over the world and seal them one by one.

In the end, it is fortunate that

"War" was defeated by one of the Darkin, and he was reborn.

Protoss!

How sincere the faith was in the past, how strong the hatred is now.

But he also felt a little confused and empty at this moment.

The "war" that took his body seemed to have been severely damaged and almost disappeared.

And the other Protoss still protected the tribes near Mount Targon.

He seemed to have no reason to attack them.

What's more, he saw the thoughts of other people in the tribe.

They still believed in the Protoss and even believed in him as a Protoss.

In the face of this fanatical belief, he kept explaining that he was no longer that Protoss.

But when they saw him driving away the tall giant sword Darkin with their own eyes, others didn't believe his explanation at all.

What he can do now is just the shelter that has been used to have a former tribe, and prevent him from having a problem.

"uh-huh!"

Without signing, Atres made a groan.

He suddenly felt a palpitations that had no reason.

Suddenly, there was a hint of green in his eyes, and his expression was full of embarrassment and violence, as if to destroy everything.

But with his struggle, he quickly peeled from that state.

He gasped twice, his eyes were scared.

This is not the first time

The kept rumor wanted to control his mind. After a long period of continuous acceptance, his resistance became weaker and weaker.

Maybe it won't be long after, he will be completely crazy.

"No. Can't stay in the tribe."

He gritted his teeth, stumbled out, and ran towards the west.

Atris was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, the tribe was getting farther and farther.

At this time, the stars in the night sky seemed to be constantly flashing, or maybe something was communicating, or maybe a certain hint.

Immortal Fortress, floating castle.

Ryan, sitting in front of the desk, was dark and dark, and his fingertips kept flashing dark blue light.

A small rune flashed at his fingertips, as if releasing some kind of magic.

Sindra next to him seemed to feel something, his eyebrows were gently, and a dark magic was injected into the world rune-green in the world.

After the green flashed, her lips were slightly tilted, and her eyes looked at the world map not far away.

The entire rune land is a blue -green planet.

The position she is watching is just located in the northeast corner of Shadow Island, which is also the west of the Giant God Peak, and the southeast of Bilgiwater and Aienia.

At the same time, on the southeast coast of Aienia, some wonderful changes have taken place in the climate.

It seems that there is some kind of power to interfere with it here, making that unmanned area and thunderous, the wind is a masterpiece, and the storm between the waves rolling is also gathered.

In a palace not far from here, the woman wearing a sacrifice and serving, opened her eyes suddenly:

"I saw it. Destruction!"

Her real name is Darha, but in Aienia and this long -lasting hall, she inherited another name-

"Apocalypse" Karma.

This is a name passed down from generation to generation. She is the reincarnation of the previous Karma.

The previous Karma, who was born in Karma, was reincarnated.

In short, she can communicate those ancient past lives and the incarnation of thousands of generations.

The initial term may be pursued to the beginning of the earthen of the newborn.

But her essence is just a young woman named Darha.

She will always be conveyed by "the soul of Aienia", and she can always see that some disasters are being staged.

But unfortunately, it was like the disaster in the invasion of Noxus a few years ago, and she could not stop it at all.

Even when she used the power of "The Soul of Aienia", she destroyed a Noxus battleship, but it was not praised by compatriots, but their doubts.

The monk of the long -lasting hall believes that she breaks the harmony of the land spiritual field and breaks the balance. In the future, it may cause greater bitter fruit.

Unfortunately, today, she got the revelation of 'Aienia's Soul' again.

In the direction of southeast Ionia, there is an artificial storm that is breeding. If you don't stop it, maybe it will sweep the entire Aienia.

She must do something. Even if she violates the so -called balance.

She is not only the incarnation of countless Karma, but she is also an ordinary member of Aienia -Darha.

Calma stood up and was wrapped in a natural energy, her body moved quickly, and she walked towards the southeast.

At this time, Atris, who was flying at sea, frowned suddenly, rushing towards a little north.

In that direction, something was attracting him.

No. Maybe it is not attracting him. But "he"!

Atris’s eyes at this moment have been dyed half -dyed in dark green

At this time, the stars in the sky suddenly flashed.

But it is limited to this, and there is no other interference, and it will soon recover the usual appearance.

They just hung in the air, watching the development and changes of the situation silently.