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There was no light in the dark sky, and the only light was the glow of the rotating searchlight from the wall in front of him.

Faeron stood quietly at the top of a house not far away, looking ahead. What appeared in front of his eyes was his own information and attribute information.

[ID: Fei Lun]

[Attribute: Magnum]

[Permission level: LV5]

[Swift Shadow: (LV5) (The host obtains the special skill "Flash", speed enhancement increases by X5, and can fly)]

[Flash: Able to break through space limitations for short distances, with a maximum range of 100 meters, and 3/3 of the number of uses]

[Cut: (LV5) (Host gains Finishing Skill "Shattering Blade], Damage Bonus X4, Damage Range +1)]

[Shattering Blade: Ignores special effects and deals damage to the target, duration 5 seconds, 4/4 number of uses]

[Mist: (LV5) (The host obtains the attribute bonus "Erosion", which can create fog and hide the body, with a radius of 1,500 meters)】

This is the limit of the level that Fei Lun has been raising so far, on the wasteland continent, all the abilities can only be upgraded to level five at most, and no matter how much they devour the energy chips, they can't be improved. After level 5, their abilities will have a process of mutation, so as to obtain certain bonuses or special skills. For example, Faeron's "Shattering Blade" is one of them, but now, in Faeron's opinion, he has apparently discovered a more interesting ability.

Time is advancing below the screen, and the pointer is reaching its target location at the same time.

When the time comes, let's get started.

Thinking of this, Faeron slowly raised his right hand.

A faint mist silently appeared in the air, moving forward like a self-aware creature, and no one was aware of its existence. This is also a matter of course, the fog is such a thing, at first, no one will notice, but when they find out that something is wrong, the fog has enveloped the whole world.

And the only thing that awaits them next is death.

"Foggy?"

The man standing on the tower frowned, rubbed his eyes, looked ahead, and then spat viciously.

"This damn fog ........."

The fog was not strange, in fact it wasn't very big, the man just turned his searchlight to make sure his vision was still clear, and then sat down in his chair again, yawning with his mouth wide open.

"Damn it......... It's so late......... I don't know......... Why are you so tired........."

While muttering in a low voice, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, and for some reason, he suddenly began to feel a little sleepy, although it was indeed a little tired to stand guard here, but today it seemed that his body was extremely heavy, so that he ......... Even the mental feeling seems to be a little trance.

No way!

Just as the man was about to close his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. Then the man picked up the cigarette next to him and took a puff, feeling the spicy taste, and the man finally lifted his spirits a little. It was only then that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his head again, looking ahead.

Recently, the above investigation has been very strict, and I heard that those bastards are about to move again -- no, it should be regarded as a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry, after all, these people who defy the Black Eagle Regiment have not had a few days to live. At the moment, the only thing they can do is to jump over the wall in a hurry to break a way out. In case they take advantage of the attack, then this is not a safe place either. Of course, for the man, whether this place was attacked or not was not within his scope of concern, and he was more worried that if he was careless and killed, it would be a big loss.

Thinking of this, the man perked up even more and looked outside again.

Only this time he didn't see it, just the moment he was drowsy, a black voice leaped like a bat from the sky not far from him, and then quietly disappeared into the darkness.

"Dah."

Feren landed lightly on the roof, raised his head, and looked ahead. Right now, as far as the eye could see, almost everything was shrouded in mist. I don't know if I noticed something, but the dogs who were barking just now also closed their mouths and clamped their tails, and there was no movement anymore. The whole interior of the town was also dark, only the lights on the road were still shining.

The entire Kraken Town is actually just an ordinary residential area. Fortunately, a large number of homes have been preserved, and there are even hospitals and schools in the surrounding area. These buildings were not completely destroyed in the cataclysm, but they were also badly damaged. However, for the people in the gathering place, as long as it can play its original effect, then even half of it is enough.

After all, less than half of the people who have access to these buildings are now available.

Be there.

Looking at the school with lights shining not far away, Feron nodded secretly. He didn't know why, but many forces liked to use the school as a stronghold. But if you think about it carefully, the school building is really suitable for being used as a headquarters, after all, the general school can be described as a small sparrow, with all kinds of organs, such as the infirmary, the lounge, the conference room, the canteen, and the basement can be used not only to put sundries, but also to hold prisoners. And the school itself is wide and flat all around, which is very suitable for observation and sniping. If you can occupy a school, it is indeed no different from a stronghold......... Isn't it true that people built schools based on this before the cataclysm?

Thinking of this, Faeron shrugged his shoulders, then took out the scalpel, squinted his eyes, and turned on the system prompt in front of him again.

Soon, in the school in front of him, points of light representing life quickly appeared.

Those who are walking around are supposed to be the guards in charge of this place. As for those who are not moving......... Feron's gaze swept over the red dots, and then he narrowed his eyes to a room on the upper level of the school's center.

There, it should be your goal.

Until then, though......... Let's do a warm-up exercise first.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fei Lun's mouth curled slightly, revealing a strange smile, only to see that the fog around him suddenly began to be windless, and then in the blink of an eye, he saw that Fei Lun's body completely disappeared in the thick fog and disappeared without a trace.

Pheron's guess is not wrong, since almost all schools will be built according to advanced earthquake standards, they have also become the most complete preserved buildings after the cataclysm, coupled with the diversity of the school itself, it can be said that you can do anything you want except for the fact that you can't herd sheep.

Wounded, there is an infirmary.

Equipped with bombs, there are laboratories.

I want to open the fire and cook, there is a cafeteria.

Even if you want to grow food, you can loosen the soil yourself in the school garden, and even better if some schools have greenhouses!

This is the main reason why after the cataclysm many forces have become diligent students, and even mutants with low IQs will use schools as their base. And here, naturally, it will not be an exception. This is not an elementary school, and judging by the traces of it, it should be a high school. However, Fei Lun didn't care about the history of this school, he just quietly appeared in the fog, then disappeared, and then reappeared, just a few ups and downs, only to see Fei Lun walk through the playground and come to the gate of the school, and the soldiers who were lying on the roof with wide eyes and relying on sniper rifles to guard were unaware of this.

Looking at the soldiers who were napping in the garrison room not far away, Fei Lun smiled slightly, and then he stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and the originally closed door quietly opened a gap about the width of his thumb, and then, the fog entered from the door, spreading rapidly, and Fei Lun's figure disappeared again.

1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor.

Fused with the mist, Fei Lun walked lightly like a ghost, with the help of the mist, he seemed to have countless eyes, and he could clearly "see" everything shrouded in the mist.

He saw a soldier crushing a young girl under him, swaying her waist with a grunt.

He also saw a middle-aged man lying lazily on the couch, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

He also saw in the dimly lit classroom, women huddled together with low weeping, bruises from beatings, and from their almost unclothed condition, it was clear that these women were here specifically for "entertainment".

In other rooms, Feren saw corpses hanging there like dead pork, as well as beaten prisoners.

Seeing this, Faren suddenly felt a little familiar. Indeed, he has traveled to many places and seen many things. But there won't be much difference between each place, maybe a powerful force like the Fuyuan Society and the Ninth District will know how to enforce their own order, but in most places, it's just like that.

No, or that's the nature of human beings. Even before the disaster, similar scenes still existed, only darker and more hidden, at least, it was a relatively safe world for ordinary people. They were able to live in the sun and thus stay away from the darkness.

But now, with the disappearance of sunlight, the sense of security that ordinary people relied on is gone, and they seem to be trapped in a bottomless swamp, completely swallowed by this darkness, without the slightest chance of resistance.

That's all.

Thinking of this, Fei Lun shook his head, and then he stretched out his hand, and with his movements, he saw that the fog began to gradually thicken, and no one in the room shrouded in the thick fog woke up, even the man who was still there just now with a woman doing sports closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

But if you look closely, you can see that their breathing begins to gradually become long, flat, and slowly thin, and then .........

"Boom."

A ragged woman slammed her head against a wall, and if it had been before, it would have been able to wake a person from a deep slumber completely. But at this moment, she just leaned her head against the wall, then went all the way down, and then lay down on the ground in an awkward position, and never reacted again. And if you look closely, you will find that the woman's chest has stopped rising and falling without knowing when it began, and her life, like the candle flame, is quietly and completely extinguished in the darkness.

This is exactly the effect of the [Mist] after Faren is promoted to the fifth level, according to the different levels of the mist he releases, the effect of the mist will also change, and the fog of one to three levels will only reduce people's perception, making them feel drowsy, or their judgment ability will be reduced, and there will be a feeling of sluggishness similar to drunkenness.

However, the fourth-level fog can cause a certain degree of damage to the humans themselves shrouded in the fog, while the fifth-level fog can quietly invade the opponent's body, and then completely wipe out their lives.

Of course, this is not effective for anyone, those who are originally weak, or not so strong, are naturally more likely to be hit. But those who are healthy, even very strong, do not have such a noticeable effect.

But for Feren, it was enough.

In this mist, everything will die.

The destination has arrived.

Standing at the door of the room, Faeron looked at the door in front of him, he picked up the scalpel and silently slashed over it, and the next moment, the door that had been cut open without making a sound. Feron, on the other hand, took the scalpel and walked into the room. It looked like it used to be a rest room, but now it had become a place of luxury and corruption, with bottles of wine lying on the floor everywhere, and clothes scattered on the floor, and on the bed not far in front of him, a fat man was sleeping with a girl in his arms, and from his satisfied expression, he was clearly doing well.

But alas, that's the end of it.

Feren slowly walked over to him, then raised his scalpel and flung it forward.

At the moment when the scalpel was about to pierce the man's neck, the fat man seemed to finally sense the danger, and he opened his eyes to see something. But before he could say anything more, Feren's scalpel stabbed into his trachea, and the fat man closed his eyes unwillingly after making a strange gurgling sound.

Nice, everything went well.

Watching the man die, Faeron nodded, followed by a flick of his scalpel.

The girl who was held in the arms of the obese man trembled slightly, and then completely relaxed her strength.

And it was only then that Faeron opened the communication.

"Eluka, tell Delin and Alice that it's time for them to do it."