In the cruel war, the demons have also been analyzing and learning. Although the formation process of the seaside fog is still a mystery, as the fog accumulates, the traces of magic in it gradually become apparent. The magic contained in the mist is relatively simple, but it seems very mottled. Like several damp trees and weeds, a large area of billowing smoke formed after ignition.

Some wizards have pointed out that this is the use of the magic carried by the sea, using methods they don't know to ignite the magic on land. So the best way to stop this from spreading is to stop the magic from flowing here.

It's just how to stop it, but it's helpless.

The reason why the alliance was able to accept the unified title - the demon race is because their power is closely related to magic power. Even though they take different forms and maintain self-control under a loose alliance system, their reliance on magic is much the same.

If you have the heart to observe, you will find that the towns, villages, and other large and small settlements of the demon race are mostly places with relatively abundant magic power. Some of the large-scale internal disputes are also mostly land disputes arising from them.

Except for some wizards whose talent is more focused on killing, most wizards in the demon clan are more like Mr. Feng Shui. For example, the trend of the magic flow of this location, whether it is suitable for building a house. Which flowers and trees are planted in front of and behind the house are more conducive to the accumulation of magic.

After thousands of years of construction, the demons have built their homeland into a rich land. This is the common perception of the demons, who believe that they have mastered the secret of their magical powers. It wasn't until they faced the fog in front of them that they realized that they might be far away.

Fart shook his head at the same thing. The wizard in the army told him that a magical reaction of this magnitude was like a prairie fire, and it was difficult to extinguish. The only way to extinguish it is to pinch off the source, or to attract a storm of real magic that blows away the entangled magic here.

It is impossible to pinch it out of the sea, they can only find a way on their own side. But relying on the ability of those demons to plant flowers and trees, I don't know how many years it will take. Moreover, most of the flowers and plants cultivated by the demons are mainly dredged and gathered.

Fate's sudden inspiration, a military order was passed down in a few days. The demons carried out a large-scale cleanup along the coast, and the tall trees were uprooted, and the turf on the ground was trampled to the ground. It seems easier to destroy than to build.

Perhaps even Fateh hadn't noticed that when he gave the order, he looked at the statue of the god of the night that was still on the table, drawn in the newspaper.

The meticulous drawing technique is quite exquisite, and in the eyes of Fat, it can definitely be called lifelike. Even, Fatt saw awe in it, so he didn't dare to blaspheme carelessly. Fart didn't know, how long could such a meticulous work last?

Countless souls emerged from the shadow-shrouded body, and he couldn't tell whether they were joy, sorrow, or anything else, but he could feel the unwavering fighting spirit that was meant to be expressed—undying.

It was as if he had seen the scene of surrender again, and the self-proclaimed cannibal Ryo stood in front of the formation, shouting at them, "You think I'm only fighting for survival?

I'm not the only one who has seen the gods, so I know that death is not the end. I have experienced the fear and awe of the living, and I have seen the dead wander the land aimlessly. You claim to be brave and fearless, simply because you have never seen true horror.

The gods have descended, and they are all around us, all around us. They watch our every move, save those who deserve it, punish those who blaspheme them.

When I die, I will return to the arms of God, and there you will suffer untold suffering. ”

The remaining cannibals stood behind Ryo and chanted in unison, not wavering. In the midst of the chanting, Fateh heard sincerity that did not contain any falsehood. So the Fatt at that time was shaken, and the army behind him was shaken.

The letter should have been put away, but Fater kept it on his desk. Even the attendants who had come to tidy up the tent seemed to have forgotten to put it away, but respectfully kept it spotless and cleaned up all around it. It was flattened by the corners and placed squarely.

How did the cannibals pray? Fatt hadn't really noticed, and it made him feel a little chagrined. What the light is, Fatt doesn't know, but he believes in the power of the night. The fog here receded that day, simply because of the slight vibration of the idol in the darkness of the night in the distant city of Yong'an.

The dense fog has been calm lately, and it seems to be waiting for something. So cleaning up the barrier went well, maybe it's really God's blessing.

At dusk, instead of enjoying the unpalatable meal in the tent, Fateh stepped out of his tent. Walked up to a mound at random, and looked beyond the vast thick fog to the horizon. There, the clouds flipped, gently pushing down the sunset, and the night grew thicker.

The surface of the sea, which was still shining with sparkling waves, was replaced by a heavier and heavier darkness. There was a faint prayer in the barracks next to him, and although he deliberately lowered his voice, he was united by the number of people.

Fateh was no stranger to these prayers, and the cannibals would reverently recite them until nightfall. The voice had a strange aura that made people feel peaceful, and people no longer feared death.

So Fatt also subconsciously prayed, and the prayers that he thought he had forgotten long ago came out of his mouth very smoothly. At the end of the prayer, Fatt realized that he had fallen to one knee at some point. When he stood up and looked around, Fat's body seemed to be much lighter, and the pressure on his body seemed to be no longer heavy for many days.