Formless gray matter floats on the boundary line beyond human gaze, the gray mist seems to breathe, and unrecognizable information spreads outward across the internal areas of the Governing Bureau, ignoring the notions of space and time in common sense, and breeding strange flesh and blood on the hard texture of the structure. The www.biquge.info of these anomalies is mathematically disordered, and no one can be sure where in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau some strange organs that look like some kind of biological tissue suddenly grow, and no one knows what the effect of these suspected flesh and organ substances is. The only thing that is certain is that they look like they are alive.

Pieces of wriggling flesh and blood, shrinking and bulging organs, are imbuing the ruins of the Ruling Bureau with a strange life force. Whether it's an area firmly controlled by the life of the body, or an area occupied by the aborigines led by "Sha" and "Yi", you can see the growth of these strange flesh and blood organs, and you can see them spitting out gray mist, dragging their entrenched territory into a nightmare fog. Huge, distorted, indescribable, hidden in these fogs, it or they are, a whole, but also innumerable individuals, until they are seen, it is impossible to confirm their existence, nor to understand what kind of existence they are, but almost all beings who can perceive the changes in external things can feel it or their existence, and sincerely believe that it or they really exist here, rather, it or they are coming out of an ineffable corner.

Humans and non-humans, individuals and groups, are surrounded by an inexplicable sense of fear. All beings that once relied on the gray mist were emitting the throbbing of life, and before long, the throbbing would turn into a cry of sorrow. The power that once held the gray mist like an arm and finger gradually lost its original flexibility and ability to interfere, as if a true master was about to be born in the gray mist.

On the battlefield where Father Sissen and the Physicals were located, the mysterious experts who had been caught up in the gray fog suddenly felt a little lighter, and they also felt that something different was crawling out of the depths of the gray fog—not the depths of distance, but a more subtle, deeper, more essential sense of "depth". It was, of course, an enemy, and even a feat in the sense of a physical life in front of it, an invisible thing that was completely different from what had been seen in the past, and was establishing a more tangible entity.

"It's ...... What the? "Although I felt that something terrible was about to come out, even the occultists could not understand the twisted and strange feeling they had about it until they saw it with their own eyes, and it was not necessarily fear, in short, it was like a new emotion was born outside of all the categories of emotions known to man. Imagining the image of the thing from the senses, there is only a vague wriggling outline, the whole form is blurred, and its essence is even more elusive.

But in any case, it was very dangerous, enough to destroy the entire Ruling Board.

Even though he knew that he had to concentrate in battle, the occult expert was still distracted by the unusual and hazy change, and there was a strange attraction that made people distracted, but from his point of view, the obviously more rational physical life seemed to be unable to resist this sudden change, and its next blow did not come for a long time, as if it was frozen in place.

The place where the two sides were originally a cavity in the gray fog, this cavity showed no signs of breaking even in the fierce battle, but the gray fog came in from an unexpected place, and the cavity that originally did not have any gray fog began to produce a sense of fog, and these seeping gray fog also seemed to be different from the previous gray fog - if the previous gray fog was regarded as a dead thing, then the gray fog that now penetrated into the cavity was like some kind of living life, releasing a strong sense of existence and being active under the dominance of consciousness.

The occultist couldn't help but hold his breath, and a very strong sense of vigilance rushed up his spine, as if to say to himself, once he inhaled the gray mist, it would be over. At the same time, he felt that the effect of his mystic casting was decreasing, and the phenomena he had been accustomed to suddenly became difficult to produce, and even if they did, there would be a feeling of heaviness and dullness. In the same way, the physical life is not much better, and even in a sense, the physical life is more seriously disturbed by this anomaly, and for a moment, the mysterious expert seems to see that something like a tumor is growing on their hard body, but it is cleared by the physical life in the blink of an eye.

Even so, the body of the Primal Life still gives the Mystic Specialist a feeling of "becoming soft", as if the power that had failed to inflict damage on him in the past has been able to break through the hard shell.

The wind was blowing violently, and the occultist heard a muffled voice mixed with the wind, which he thought was a human voice at first, but then dismissed it. It was definitely not a human sound, it was like some unimaginable ghost, wandering in a world that they could not see, constantly screaming.

The occult experts hiding in the corners may not have noticed, but the occultists standing on the heights had noticed that the wriggling flesh and blood organs were being born as far as their eyes could see, and instinctively warned them to either destroy the flesh or leave the battlefield immediately. The occultists listened to their inner feelings, because the feeling brought about by this warning had gradually outweighed the tension and sense of mission of the life of the battle body.

Something terrible is coming out, and it feels like it's going to come out.

The terrifying throbbing drew Father Sissen's attention away from the battlefield and from his observations. He was involuntarily searching for the secrets of his inner self, which seemed to connect to another world, monitoring the progress of the entire battlefield, but whether it was the change in the gray fog on the battlefield or the throbbing from the depths of his heart, he had to shift his eyes and his thoughts - in a moment, he almost forgot what he was thinking, and at the same time, he smelled a hint of déjà vu.

The rolling gray fog obscured people's vision, trying to stay away from the battlefield, and the aborigines who were trudging through the labyrinthine buildings first noticed the existence of those alien flesh and blood, and what appeared in front of them, or a wall, a beam, a window, or something else, after breeding these flesh and blood, they were quickly covered, as if the whole thing had become fleshy things, some kind of functioning organ, but from the alienated things that could be seen, there was no specific pattern- This alienation is not linear, as if at the beginning, it is just a random point, and then from a point to a surface, from a surface to a three-dimensional, when this heterogeneous flesh and blood occupies a thing that is "huge" in the eyes of the aborigines, this thing seems to become an organ, so that the speed of alienation of surrounding things into flesh and blood is accelerated.

The natives did not dare to touch such anomalous things, and they had been living in the ruins of the Ruling Authority, and they knew very well that these anomalous changes that seemed to have no warning, such large-scale, corrosive anomalies, and these anomalous things that obviously involved gray fog and constructs, were extremely dangerous. Even as long as you can still see these abnormal changes in your field of vision, it is enough to prove that you are in danger.

"Quick! Get out of here! The leader shouted as he threw a special bomb capable of releasing high-energy pulses into the corner, and he didn't even dare to throw it at the flesh. As soon as his front foot left, the countdown to the special bomb began. He heard the breathing of his companions running ahead of him through the communication devices, which was particularly heavy and dry in the fully enclosed mask, and clearly exposed their exhaustion.

Although the battle is not long, running in an area full of gray fog for a long time, always alerting to possible dangers, still consumes a lot of mental and physical energy. They knew their own situation and the others: they had survived the attack of wizards and body life, and they had not been able to evacuate as originally planned, although the appearance of the gray fog was not an accident, but the high concentration of gray fog had already caused some kind of subtle changes in the area, and the vicious mystery made this group of people scurry around like headless flies, trapped in hallucinations, and failed to find the right route back to the camp.

In fact, there are not many people who survived, and during these days, they ran through the gray fog, and some companions died of inexplicable infections and hallucinations, and in the end, only eight people were left who could confirm the survival information. Their battle is no longer to defeat the enemy, but to save their own lives and the lives of their comrades, any wind and grass, will strongly stimulate their nerves, even if they are fully armed at this moment, completely wrapped their bodies in the armor of the chemical suit, and the material of these armor is also a structure, which cannot give them the slightest sense of security.

The aboriginal who had broken off heard the murmur of a companion, who was so muffled that he couldn't hear what he was saying, but he knew very well that it was a precursor to a nervous breakdown. The person who made this murmur before was either lost or gone crazy in front of everyone. Although diagnostically it is a sign of mental overwhelm, everyone here believes that in the gray fog, there is some terrible force that erodes people's hearts all the time, and no matter how strong the will is, it is impossible to completely resist the "voice that comes from the bottom of the heart but does not belong to itself".

"Wake up, Yuya, speak out loud for me!" Others also noticed the strangeness of the companion and attempted to interrupt her muttering with a voice, as the companion was already the last woman in the group. Despite knowing that the impact is minimal, there is a glimmer of hope.

"Do you hear that? Yuya! The companion was still calling, and then, the aborigines in charge of the broken back first felt a vibration from the rear, and then there was a strong flicker of light, even if they turned their backs, the things in front of them were also white, and when a more huge vibration came, the communication device suddenly fell into a noise, and he also felt that he was pushed by a huge force, and involuntarily flew forward.

The data screen was gray, nothing could be seen, no sound could be heard, and the aborigines who fell to the ground only felt multiple silhouettes and surrounded themselves, pulled themselves up, and subconsciously followed the force of the pull and continued to run forward. He felt that his steps were messy, but the people who were dragging him were even more panicked, a dark feeling made him subconsciously lower his gaze, and then, he saw that the shadows of those who dragged him fell to the ground were not human outlines. It is impossible to describe the shadows of what they are, as if these shadows were some kind of independent existence, and had nothing to do with the individual standing on the ground.

Rather than these shadows dancing with teeth and claws, their wriggling makes it easy to imagine a picture of teeth and claws.

The aboriginal was terrified of the shadows he saw, and then of the subjects of the shadows—those who were dragging them so hard that they were almost dragging them running. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating, and he thought that these frightened companions were actually monsters in disguise, but the fear that grew from the bottom of his heart was unusual, so strong that it seemed to be an omen.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't hear the sound, the noise and the hazy silhouette seemed to constitute a half-dreaming world, and the more he ran forward, the more he was far away from the normal and peaceful world. Almost unconsciously, he snapped free of the hands that were holding him, and the figures who seemed to be his companions seemed to be taken aback, but looked behind him even more fearfully—how could they perceive their panic so clearly when they couldn't see the details of their facial features? The doubt crossed the aborigine's mind, and his body had subconsciously looked behind him, unable to confirm what he was seeing, only a heart-rending scream in the midst of unspeakable fear.

The other natives supported each other, they had almost lost a companion who was whispering, and they also wanted to save the brave companion of the broken queen, but this companion in charge of the broken queen had an anomaly after completing the blast. It was as if in the midst of that earth-shattering impact, something invisible, had entered his heart, making him throw away his hands that had tried to save him. The aborigines felt when their companion suddenly struggled to get up, that some anomaly that had arisen from the explosion of the high-energy bomb was chasing after them, and they couldn't run, and in a violent sense of fear, they suddenly had a feeling of wanting to look back—and so they did.

However, they did not see anything.

Only the severed companion seemed to really see something, and after letting out an indescribable scream that was not at all human, he disappeared into the air little by little, starting from his head, as if an invisible monster had swallowed him from head to toe.