A thick mist permeated the heavens and the earth, as if it had fallen from the vast sky, and the black mist was like a living thing, spreading and expanding in this barren wilderness in a strange flowing way, like a fierce beast with its bloody mouth open, desperately trying to devour something. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black mist was like a whirlpool, as if it was attracting something, or rather pulling something, difficult but resolute to encroach on the surrounding space.

The dense black fog was like an invisible gate, cutting the entire world and the world behind the black fog.

Around this black fog, the "Leaf Pressing", which is known as the most tenacious vitality in the wilderness, is nowhere to be seen, and there is usually nothing around except this barren land.

But today, there is something special, in front of this black fog, it is rare to have an army of thousands of people.

The black-pressed cavalry and infantry were lined up in a neat queue, although the number was small, but the killing intent and battle intent condensed together seemed to be enough to tear this piece of heaven and earth apart.

Chopin rode on a tall French war horse, at this time, he also retracted the old giggle, his handsome face was rare solemn, and the faint sunlight bathed him, reflecting him as if he were sacred.

"March!"

The exquisite standard sword in his hand brought out a brilliant brilliance in the sunlight, and the direction in which it swung was the target of the surging impact of all imperial warriors.

The black fog in front of him was like a fierce beast, and it was making a silent crazy roar, looking at the black fog in front of him, Chopin had a sense of déjà vu, and thinking of his previous guess, he was also roughly sure what he was going to face, so he also gave the order without hesitation.

And with Chopin's order, the queue of thousands of people also moved forward in an orderly manner, and everyone was inevitably a little apprehensive about the strange black fog in front of them, but the movements of thousands of people in unison were enough to suppress all fears.

And with the rapid advancement of the camp of thousands of people, Chopin, who was in the center of the army, was constantly sweating in his palms at this time, and the restlessness that he could barely suppress before turned into a more crazy flame and burned, and the whole person's heart was "fluttering" and beating non-stop.

It seems to be fearing something, or ...... What to expect.

And when Chopin shuttled through the black fog, a scene he had never seen before in front of him also made him stunned.

The scorching sun that had been in the sky had disappeared completely, and in its place was a semi-circular disc object, which was neither like the sun nor the moon, but like a combination of the two.

It was just a simple step, but Chopin seemed to cross the distance between two worlds.

The ground beneath his feet was not pale yellow before, but turned dark black at this time, and there were many white bones scattered on it.

If the wilderness felt dead and desolate to Chopin, then at this time, this completely strange world gave Chopin a feeling that was not only more desolate and dead, but also a depression that could not be described in words.

I don't know where this feeling of oppression comes from, but since stepping here, Chopin has a faint feeling that this space is ...... Or maybe this side of the world seems to be rejecting him, no, not only rejecting him, but also those imperial warriors under him.

It's just that before Chopin could take a closer look, with a faint "clang" sound, a group of pale figures came slowly.

"Really?"

Faced with the scene in front of him, which was enough to frighten ordinary people, Chopin's face did not change in the slightest, and his pale blue pupils were as calm as a lake, and he couldn't startle a trace of waves.

Fear, retreat, tremors, such emotions were not revealed in Chopin's pupils, which were as tenacious and proud as a mountain, and I stood still in the face of the storm.

And the Imperial army that followed closely behind Chopin, only the dozen or so "fur smugglers" and the Guards cavalry, reacted to what was going on at the first time, and then looked at these "monsters" in front of them with a somewhat strange face, as for the rest of the Imperial soldiers, their faces were not very good-looking at this time.

No matter how brave they were, their faces and bodies couldn't help but stiffen a little at this time.

This kind of existence, which only exists in novels and legends, really appeared in front of them at this moment, and it was still walking towards them in groups, I am afraid that no one will be able to accept it.

However, after a short period of suffocation, the faces of most of the Imperial soldiers slowly eased, they were the warriors of the French Empire, the most elite army, even if these guys were really those legendary monsters, they would never be afraid!

These guys are the skeletons that Chopin encountered on the dilapidated big ship when he once strayed into the "foggy area", but I don't know what kind of connection there is between the two.

There was not a trace of flesh on the pale bones, and a faint glow was released from the empty eyes.

A skeleton seemed to be completely unafraid, and hundreds of pale figures staggered towards Chopin's side.

Although the surging battle intent and strong sense of mission in their hearts suppressed the fear in their hearts, when this group of skeleton warriors who were no more than a hundred ways approached, most of the imperial soldiers still subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands.

"All of them...... Crush them. ”

And after perceiving the situation of his soldiers at this time, Chopin's voice also sounded faintly in everyone's ears, the voice was not loud, with a bit of carelessness, like crushing an inconspicuous insect to death.

And it is, it is!

These skeletons in front of him looked extremely hideous, but in fact, there was anything too strong in combat power, which Chopin, who had dealt with them, was naturally extremely clear.

Although the last time they directly used the power of the tunnel lance to crush the opponent, this group of skeleton warriors did not show the slightest combat power at all, and turned into broken bones all over the ground.

The skeletons of these skeleton warriors were not made of steel, and even a single blow from an ordinary soldier would be enough to split their bodies in two.

However, this is not unusual, because these skeletons with faint blue flames rippling in their eyes are the weakest existence in this world, basically no different from the militia that served as cannon fodder at the beginning of the whole battle, if they are still strong, then Chopin and they don't need to stay here anymore.

The war was a situation of collapse from the very beginning, and in order to let all the warriors of the French Empire see how "terrifying" these so-called "skeletons" were, Chopin also specially asked all soldiers not to use firearms, and only allowed cold weapons to fight.

However, the collision between the two sides was not the slightest suspense, and nearly a thousand cavalry were like a towering mountain peak that could be moved, pushing straight forward.

And the hundreds of skeleton warriors were like an inconspicuous stone, but it couldn't even do the slightest obstruction, and it was crushed to pieces.

A sabre and spear were illuminated by the cold light, with a circle of silver moon-like light, and then slammed into the bones of those skeleton warriors, and with it, there was a "click" cracking sound.

However, this was only the beginning, as the frontal blow appeared as a shattering crack appeared, and with that area as the center, as if the ground had collapsed, more bones around it burst out at this moment.

The moment his body was battered, the faint blue flames in the eyes of the skeleton warrior began to shake rapidly, trying to repair their body.

However, they were only the lowest-level skeleton warriors, and the soul flames they could possess in their bodies were extremely rare, and there was no possibility at all to repair such a serious injury, but after a violent shaking, it was completely dimmed.

And as the soul fire in his eyes dimmed, the entire skeleton warrior's body began to shake violently, and in less than a breath before and after, it collapsed like a high-rise building.

And as the round head rolled to the ground like a football, the faint light flickering in the two hollow holes was like a candle swaying in the wind for a while, and then it was completely extinguished.

In fact, not to mention that nearly a thousand cavalry launched a thunderous offensive against these only hundreds of skeleton warriors at the same time, it was a fierce collision of the same number, and these warriors from the French Empire would also use their absolute superiority to destroy these inconspicuous guys with a terrifying offensive like devastating decay.

The combat power of the two sides was not at the same level at all, and the scimitars in the hands of these skeleton warriors that seemed to be made of white bones had just been raised, and before they could face the enemy in front of them, their bodies had turned into a pile of broken bones.

It's a complete crush!

And when the smoke of gunfire dissipated, all the warriors of the French Empire had re-lined up, but there was not the slightest smile on their faces.

Dealing with a group of rabble, there is naturally nothing to be proud of for these proud Imperial warriors.

However, compared to before the battle, the hearts of many imperial soldiers at this time gradually calmed down, it turned out that these so-called undead creatures were far less terrifying than he imagined at the beginning, and this thunderous confrontation undoubtedly made the confidence of these imperial soldiers rise a lot, and at the same time, the fear that was originally hidden in the depths of their hearts was gradually dispelled.

Yes, they were the warriors of the French Empire, who were as proud as lions, and how could they be frightened by a group of skeletal warriors who were not on the surface.

However, at this time, Chopin was in no mood to care about the changing mental processes of these imperial soldiers, and all his energy was focused on the cross hanging around his neck.

What almost no one noticed was that the moment the soul fire in each skeleton warrior's eyes was extinguished, a holy white light was like a tarsal scab, and it immediately wrapped around it, absorbing nothing left.

And after plundering the soul fire that was about to die, that little bit of white light was also like a fairy, and quickly returned to the cross hanging around Chopin's neck.

If the little bit of white light at the beginning seemed to be unnoticeable, then at this time, with the convergence of hundreds of white lights, the cross, which originally seemed dull, finally became more dazzling at this time.

This cross was given to him by Reverend Delith when Chopin left the White Rock City, and he had been curious about this extraordinary cross, but according to the system's prompt, it would take 2,000 energy points to bring the glory of God back to earth.

And Chopin can only sigh at this, although he had more than 3,000 energy on hand at that time, but let him go out most of the energy at a time, just for this cross that I don't know the specific purpose, Chopin still has some hesitation in his heart.

And it wasn't until yesterday, remembering the advice of Pastor Dries before leaving, and the enough energy points on hand, that Chopin gritted his teeth and resealed this cross that belonged to God's glory.

"Holy Cross: a glorious gift from God to the earth, with incredible power. (Current Status: Not fully unblocked)"

"Energy Absorption: Absorbs any negative energy such as evil and fear and converts it into energy that can be used directly by the system."

Fight for war!

When he saw that little bit of white light rolling up the soul fire of the skeleton warrior, the energy in the retina that had been rapidly reduced due to the recruitment of various types of troops was slowly but extremely steadily rising at this time, and it was these four words that came to Chopin's mind.

Although it was easy to deal with these skeleton warriors so far, Chopin knew very well that this was just the beginning.

Although Chopin knew that he was still in the "City of Chaos" at this time, he also knew that at this time, he had stepped into a strange area.

In a way, this place no longer belongs to the "City of Chaos", or even to the "Endless Sea", and if there is any place that is, it is the world of the dead.

Entering here is a huge crisis for Chopin and them, but it is also an unprecedented opportunity!

Here, Chopin can lead his Imperial warriors to slaughter skeleton warriors on a large scale, so as to continuously gain a large number of power points, so as to recruit more Imperial warriors.

But at the same time, Chopin and his team had to face an extremely difficult situation, where they would be left alone, and the only thing they could rely on was themselves.

And what awaits them is an endless stream of undead creatures to attack, harass, and besiege...... In addition, there are too many unpredictable dangers, and no one knows what secrets are hidden in this world occupied by the undead.

ps: Thanks to the "poor and lonely" pro for the 100 coins tip.

I took a test today, and I have to take a second test tomorrow, so there are a lot of miscellaneous things to review and add, so this chapter is updated a little late, so please forgive me.