Hidden in the 'Mist Giant', Qin Ran's killing intent swept through the entire Sika City.

All those who sensed this killing intent and had ill intentions trembled all over.

All the evil people who perceived this killing intent and had many thoughts couldn't believe it.

Especially, 'Withered Branch' and 'Sleeping Deer'!

As the two evil beings who had used contact with the 'mist', at this time, their 'eyes' widened, looking at the 'fog giant' that covered the sky and the sun, and feeling its 'prestige', they began to waver in their confident plan at the beginning.

The 'Rotten Water' on the side became extremely angry after being shocked.

However, this anger is not directed at the 'fog'.

Rather, it is aimed at two collaborators.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

"Is that what you mean by not caring?"

"Or ......"

"You were trying to calculate me in the first place?"

The 'Rotten Water' communicates with the 'Withered Branch' and the 'Sleeping Deer' in a special way, and in the exchange, the distance is unconsciously widened.

It's on the lookout for both.

Moreover, there is no disguise.

Because, no longer necessary.

The 'Rotten Cold' who had always believed in both had fallen into a dilemma.

And it?

I don't want to be like each other.

What the Withered Branch and the Sleeping Deer want to explain.

However, both have absolutely no idea what to say.

They really don't know how powerful the Mist is.

It's like the 'cold of decay'.

The destruction of the most important altar in Sika City made the 'Cold of Decay' directly fall into anger, and rushed out regardless of it, it didn't think of anything more.

I just want to kill the guy who destroyed its altar.

It never expected to provoke the 'fog'.

A 'fog' that I never imagined, so powerful.

It wished to point out the misunderstanding.

But will 'The Mist' approve of it?

Or, if it were it, would it approve of it?

The answer, of course, is no.

Not only will they not approve, but they will also retaliate against each other even harder.

Thinking of this, 'Cold of Rot' didn't even want to turn around and run.

Doing so will naturally disperse the believers that it has managed to gather, but this is nothing, and in the face of these foolish people, it has a way to gather again.

It's just a temporary departure.

When we find a way to reconcile with the 'fog', everything will naturally return to the way it was.

That's what 'Remnant Cold' thinks, and so does it.

As soon as he turned around, the 'Cold of Decay' ran towards the street occupied by his followers.

At this time, only the lair in Sika City can give it a sense of security.

Not just psychologically, but also practically—thousands of dead souls!

Underneath that neighborhood, it 'buried' thousands of souls.

Some are its adherents.

Some are its prey.

Best, these become its hole cards.

A one-time hole card that is enough to save your life.

Xin Kefu, who 'watched' the 'Cold of Rot' move, sneered.

"It's a reality!"

When his gaze swept over the 'Cold of Decay' and landed on the 'Mist Giant', the bishop of the god of war was blunt.

Viscount Sika, who was on the side, nodded in agreement.

"Fog is inherently invisible."

"Except for 'poison', 'fog' can't do any real damage, it's just scaring ......"

Viscount Sika's words were not finished, and they came to an abrupt end.

A raging flame fell from the sky and smashed into the body of the 'Remnant Cold'.

The appearance of this flame twisting the void was so sudden that the 'Cold of Decay' could not have imagined that the 'Mist' would make such an attack.

It only reacted when the scorching void swept over it.

In the face of this fireball falling from the sky, it had no room to dodge, and could only resist hard.

Call!

A meter-thick layer of frozen air enveloped its body, emitting a foul-smelling smell of corruption.

And the dense, layered souls of the dead emerged from the ground and merged into the aura of these corruptions.

The invisible smell of corruption showed a pitch-black color.

Just seeing this darkness makes everyone's heart palpitate.

Some people with weak constitutions simply fell to the ground.

Darkness surged, and cruelty appeared on the faceless face of the 'Cold of Decay'.

It prepares to unleash the screams of the revenant.

Thousands of revenants gathered in the aura of corruption raised their heads high, and a special power condensed within them.

"Rancid as a shield."

"Cold is a sword."

"'The Mist', you really think you're the only one hiding ......"

Rumble!

Qin Ran didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with the other party, and the demonic flame accelerated into the pitch-black corrupt aura.

It's like the sun melts snow.

The blazing flames burned away the pitch-black aura of corruption, and then crashed into the frozen gas again.

Rumble!

There was another roar, and the ground trembled.

Freeze disintegrates in an instant.

Everyone heard a voice of inexplicable pain.

'Remnant Cold' was hit head-on by the Demon Flame.

Even if it broke through the two layers of protection of 'rancid' and 'frozen', the power of the Demon Flame did not decrease at all, on the contrary, under the extraordinary option of 'Malicious Spread', the Demon Flame began to converge on the body of the 'Remnant Cold' with Qin Ran's will as the core, burning violently.

The next moment, the cry of pain turned into a terrible cry for mercy.

"Spare your life!"

The cries for mercy swept through the neighborhood with the billowing flames.

Neighborhoods populated by the Remnant Chill were reduced to rubble by the flames.

The voice of the 'Cold of Rot' grew weaker.

Soon, it was silent.

Then, the wind picked up again.

The 'Mist Giant' dispersed with the wind, leaving no trace behind.

All that remained were the stunned mortals in the city, the overwhelmed evil, and ...... Viscount Sika, Bishop Sinkfu, who was shocked in his heart.

Viscount Sika took a deep breath and suppressed the surprise in his heart, and he turned his head to look at Sinkfu.

The middle-aged man, who was as sturdy as a city wall, did not seem to have any expression on his face, but the slightly rapid breathing told Viscount Sika that the shock in the other party's heart was exactly the same as his.

"It's time for us to change our plans."

"'Withered Branch', 'Sleeping Deer', 'Rotten Water', 'Remnant Cold' attract too much of our attention, and we forget about the 'fog'."

"Now, I think that's what we're focused on."

Viscount Sika said.

"That's right."

"Terminate the current plan."

"We need to renegotiate."

Bishop Sinkefu nodded.

"Termination?"

"Is there no other way?"

Viscount Sika frowned.

You know, in order to gather these evils, he began to spend countless amounts, not only Kimpton, but also one life after another, including his favorite junior, Carl.

Directly terminating it now is really unacceptable to him.

But reason told him that this was the best way.

But emotionally, there is a hint of fantasy.

"Nope!"

"But we can't deal with the evil we don't understand."

The Bishop shook his head affirmatively.

"That ......"

"What about Your Majesty?"

After a slight hesitation, the viscount asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty is fully focused on the calamity caused by the other party's calamity, and it is impossible to be distracted anymore!"

"You know, compared to that one, these evil ones are not even ringworm scabies!"

"We can't share more with His Majesty at this time, so let's not let His Majesty bear more."

The bishop shook his head again.

"Got it."

"I'll take care of it."

The viscount replied.

"I'll go out into the wilderness to find more information about the possible birth of the 'Mist', and I'll let you know as soon as there's news."

With that, the bishop left the tower.

Seeing Xinkefu's back disappear completely, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Viscount Sika's face, so much so that the whole person's face became distorted.

He fell to his knees on one knee, facing the Temple of War.

"Your Majesty, I'll do it to the extreme."

"I'll be able to share that for you."

The murmur in his ears seemed to have become the praise of the god of war at this time, and Viscount Sika's heart became more and more excited, and his face was even more distorted to an extreme, and his facial features were about to move.

Leaving the Viscount's Mansion, Hinkfu did not take the main entrance, but chose the secret passage.

When he stepped onto the ground again, the sun shone on the whole city of Sika again, as if the fog had been a dream, but the image of the entire neighborhood in his mind being on fire made the bishop understand that everything was real.

"Accident?"

"Really, damn it."

A whisper of curses, mixed with a hint of slang, appeared in the bishop's mouth.

A sword-worn deacon who had been waiting outside in the Temple of the God of War looked at his bishop in amazement.

He never imagined that the always noble, silent, and reliable Bishop would have such a side.

The slang terms, in particular, don't seem to belong to Sika.

The bishop is a native of Sika, so how can he speak other slang?

Doubts arose in the deacon's mind, but he had no chance to ask.

His neck had been broken by his own bishop.

Thump.

After taking away the emblem belonging to the Temple of the God of War, the body was casually discarded in a small alley.

Sinkfu didn't care.

He knew that the body would soon be found, but no one would tell the Temple of War.

Because, no one wants to get in trouble.

And no one wouldn't want to make a pen.

Especially when the identity of the corpse is still hidden, a money bag that is strong enough to solve any problem, and there is no shortage of such people in Sika City.

The killing calmed his heart again, and he began to walk to the other side of Sika City.

Having a lot of experience, he certainly wouldn't go out into the wild to look for clues.

If you want to search in the wild, it will only be useful for some evil that appeared from the wild in the early stage of the 'Black Plague', but the 'Mist' is different, that kind of power, obviously not those common evil in the past.

The other party is already a different level, a completely different opponent from the past.

He doesn't want to go head-to-head with such an opponent.

Moreover, the layout of Sika City is over.

Even if there are some accidents, the general result is not affected.

Now, all he needs to do is quietly admire.

Thinking like this, Xin Kefu's strong figure soon became thin and ordinary, and his face became mediocre, and after taking a few steps outward, he naturally blended into the endless flow of people.

……

Pol, who was lucky, sent the letter smoothly in the Temple of the God of War.

In the letter, he told the other party in detail about the accident that happened in Sika City, and begged the other party to wait two more days, and in order to show his sincerity, Bol also included a 50 Kimpton money order in the envelope.

The bill of exchange was guaranteed by the royal family of Etantoinoburg, and could pass smoothly throughout Etandine and even in the northern continent.

"Thank you for your help."

Pol handed 1 Kimpton to the priest beside him.

This is a necessary expense to deliver the message and an offering to the god of war.

However, the priest did not stretch out his hand to take it, but looked a little sluggish.

Pol followed the priest's gaze and looked to the outside of the temple.

The Temple of the God of War in Sika City is not large.

If compared, it is not much different from the Temple of the God of War in Morsa, except for the slightly lavish decoration, the structure is composed of a main building and a square.

The main building contains prayers, confessionals, and the quarters and daily quarters of the clergy.

Most of the believers can only move around the square, and it is difficult to enter the main building.

At the moment, Pol is like that.

The location where he is the square of the Temple of the God of War.

The Temple of the God of War may not be big, but it is high enough, so standing on the square of the Temple of the God of War, you can clearly see everything inside Sika City, including the outside of the city.

Pol's eyes widened as he stared at the 'Mist Giant' that had appeared outside the city, at the fireball that fell from the sky.

Inexplicably, he thought of the 'Flame Demon' at this time.

No!

No, it won't!

Fog is not 2567's style!

Moreover, 2567 has no reason to make a move!

The other party is not a random person!

Pol thought this as he shoved Kimpton into the priest's hand, turned and ran towards the Yanan Inn.

Even if I deny it in my heart, there is still a trace of doubt and curiosity.

Quickly returning to the hotel, Pol went straight to the room where Qin Ran was.

Then, just as he was about to knock on the door, Pol stopped.

With what attitude did he ask?

Or rather, what is his position to ask?

If you provoke the other party, one is not good......

Thinking of something, Pol's whole body was agitated, and he quickly calmed down, he slowly withdrew the hand that was about to knock on the door, slowly turned around, and walked to the hotel lobby as if nothing happened.

I've confirmed that it's not 2567's style.

Then there's no need to confirm anything further.

There is no need to do anything, and it does not take time or effort.

Curiosity, in particular, is completely superfluous.

Pol, who was chosen from his heart, was instantly relieved and calmly integrated into the crowd of discussions.

The innkeeper glanced at Pol suspiciously, and subconsciously wanted to ask something, but a burst of pain spread from his mind.

Horruf's face changed, and he immediately picked up the liquor on the side and took a few sips.

Feeling the pain disappear, Horuf breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the inquiry he wanted to ask Pol just now, it was even more out of the clouds at this time.

He's just skeptical now.

Won't your 'condition' be aggravated?

For a moment, Horruf became slightly melancholy.

And Qin Ran, who returned to the room, looked at the [Lord of Mist] in his hand and smiled.

The Lord of the Mist has once again undergone a new change.

What an unexpected change!

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