There is no discomfort when inhaling the black mist, but the mental state of the whole person will be extremely excited, and all kinds of negative emotions will emerge in endlessly.

Catherine's whole body trembled. She seems to have returned to her childhood, hiding in a broken bucket on the side of the street without eating for three days and three nights. At night, when only snow can fill the hunger, fear, loneliness, despair...... Surrounded by Catherine. She had never hated her parents so strongly, hated them for abandoning her, hated them for not being able to protect herself, hated them for dying early and not taking her with her.

Her chest was filled with irresolvable anguish, and Catherine clenched her fists and swung them violently to vent her pain. But the fists are extremely heavy, and every movement requires all their strength. She opened her mouth to roar loudly, but the black mist poured in, rushing into her throat, esophagus, stomach and intestines, and finally permeating her body and merging into her bloodstream.

Catherine didn't know if she had devoured the black mist herself, or if the black mist had devoured her. But what difference did it make? Her soul was now full of resentment, longing to destroy everything she saw. Although she couldn't see anything in front of her, Catherine stood up and tried to rush forward.

The black fog began to thicken at some point, and there was huge resistance in all directions. Gradually, it was difficult for the limbs to drive arbitrarily, and even the fingers could not be moved.

The female mage couldn't stand this restraint at all, and she tried to scream with a hideous face, but no sound came out of her wide open mouth. She was like a terrifying statue frozen in the black mist.

In the boundless waters of black liquor, bubbles bulge from time to time. Little by little, these bubbles swelled until the viscous liquid could not encapsulate them, and then burst with a "bang". A cloud of brown gas came out. This process has been going on for an unknown number of years, like a pot of highly toxic soup that has been cooked on low heat for a long time. Waiting for diners who are not afraid of death to come and taste it.

However, at this moment, the unchanging waters of black liquor. An unusually large and strangely shaped bubble is emerging. At first it resembled the head of a horse, but then several angular humanoid heads and the silhouette of a ship resembled under the horse's head. The thick black liquor was unwilling to let go of this strange bubble easily, and wrapped it tightly. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a ferry with a horse's head, and the passengers on it writhe unwillingly in the bubbles. Finally, when the shape of the entire Mashou ferry was revealed, the black liquor could not resist the commotion of the passengers, and helplessly let out a "bang" wail.

The humanoid armor did their job without any misery, and even the corrupted guy was restored to his original form.

On the contrary, the two passengers on the ferry seemed to have experienced some kind of painful journey, and both Catherine and the old dog were all black and had hideous expressions. Their eyes glowed red. The gestures also became stiff and jerky.

Catherine turned her head slowly and said to the helmsman at the stern, "Where the hell is this?" Her voice was hoarse and sharp, like two rusty iron swords rubbing against each other.

The Armored Knight, who had never spoken, finally spoke, and the same hoarse and shrill voice floated from his helmet: "Welcome to the 'Island of the Dead'." ”

Catherine had never heard of the place name. She looked at the old dog beside her. The old dog was grinning as if he was confronting some unseen goblin.

The mage shook her head, seemingly not expecting the old dog to recover quickly. As the second will of the most powerful Great Devil, Catherine's resentment that pervades her soul is expelled the moment she leaves the water. Although she still looks weird and hideous on the outside, she is already able to think normally.

The name "Island of the Dead" has a deep connection with the spirits of the dead. Look around. Plumes of brown gas rose from the endless black waters. The female mage, who had knowledge of alchemy, found that it was a highly toxic gas mixed with sulfur and rotting corpse gas. Catherine looked up at the sky, where the black fog, though no longer oppressively low, had become thicker and tighter. The billowing black mist was like a huge lid, covering the heavens and the earth. The scene in front of you will be familiar to scholars with a little common sense of mainland geography - like the lake of acre in the legendary land of death.

Nestled in the deepest part of the Land of the Dead, Acne Lake is a vast asphalt pool shrouded in black fog all year round. Legend has it that the kings of the Dead Kingdom were born in the Lake of Acre.

Have you come to the realm of death?

That's impossible. Catherine immediately denied. The Realm of Death is between the eastern and western continents, and it is not known how far away it is from the sea where Dragon City's "Dragon Thunderbolt" is located. It was so easy to get out of the spirit world of the Silver Dragon King, which had already materialized. It would be too much to underestimate the "Sky Lightning", one of the three dragon kings of ancient times.

But there was no doubt that the thick black liquid under the ferry was indeed bitumen. You can't go wrong with this being an asphalt pool. Perhaps only by reaching the so-called Island of the Dead. to find the real answer.

The Mashou ferry boat moved slowly through the asphalt. The brown gas that permeated the surroundings had a disgusting smell. But Catherine's sense of smell had disappeared for some time, and even what she saw in her eyes was gradually losing color. The grinning old dog suddenly stopped hissing, and he quieted down and began to look around.

"I thought you'd be a zombie. "The female mage has been paying attention to the changes in the old dog.

"Zombies?" the old dog's voice was indistinct, and he thought it was just a wolf howl if he didn't recognize it carefully, "I don't know what zombies are. But it must have something to do with the hateful thoughts in my head. ”

"Zombies are just a rudimentary kind of undead, driven by feelings of resentment, of which hatred is the most common. Catherine explained slightly, "You can be sober, the soul is not ordinarily powerful. Ever heard of the Island of the Dead?"

"Nope. The old dog shook his head stiffly, "Is this where we are going?"

"The guy in the back said it. ”

The old dog turned his head to look. The Knight in Armor was watching him, too. The old dog grinned, probably to laugh. "What is the Island of the Dead?"

Catherine didn't expect the old dog to ask directly. She didn't expect that the armored knight actually replied, "The general's residence." ”

"Which general?" asked Catherine this time. Aren't the generals associated with the undead the generals of the kings? The female mage has seen three undead generals in the Doden Mountains.

Unfortunately, this time the armored knight did not answer, and he turned his head slightly. Two red lights from the helmet looked past the horse's head in one direction. Because of this move, Catherine and the old dog's eyes also turned away.

I saw an amazingly large bubble rising on the surface of the asphalt lake, and it seemed that a huge ship was about to sail out from under the asphalt. (To be continued.) )