A monster died, but the situation on the battlefield did not change. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fog grew thicker and thicker, but the human shouts from the thick fog became less and less, and gradually, the surroundings fell completely silent, and the air was filled with an eerie aura, which became oppressive and heavy.

"Defeated, completely defeated."

Breaking out of his madness, Renault muttered to himself bitterly, knowing that with the ability of the monster in the fog to simulate sounds and images, a soldier without prior preparation would not be able to distinguish between the real and the fake.

If you're not careful, you'll be hit hard.

"Damn it!"

Renault gritted his teeth, his face was full of unwillingness but there was nothing he could do, the thick fog provided a natural shelter for the monster, and even the enemy could not be found, so how could he fight.

I had to flee.

He took a deep breath, bandaged the wound on his shoulder at random, grabbed his repeater, and strode forward in a certain direction.

The field of vision extended with the footsteps, and everywhere he went, there was the smell of decay, and there was no breath of life.

"Maybe I'm the only one left."

Renaud sighed, stopped in front of a corpse with no flesh on half of his face, bent down, opened the pocket of the corpse's shirt, and took out the envelope stuffed inside, which Chief Howard had specially instructed the night before yesterday that if he died, the living person must keep the letter and give it to his family in Jackson.

"I hope you don't have sarcomas on your face in the next life."

Renault took off his hat and saluted the non-commissioned officer who had always taken good care of him, then turned around, raised his crossbow gun, and quietly stared at the empty fog.

The blood around the wound had not yet scabbed, indicating that the monster that killed the chief had not gone far and was hiding nearby.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a figure to emerge from the fog,

"Renault, why are you here, Howard?"

Then, to his shock, not far from the figure, another young soldier walked out of the fog,

"Renault, it's me, your good friend Green."

In the next second, as the voice fell, many more figures came out of the thick fog one after another, each shadow carried a sincere greeting, and the voices and smiles on those familiar faces were so clear that it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Renault sighed, tears welling up in his eyes, these people were all comrades in the same trench, and several of them hadn't even had time to get acquainted.

But now they are here, sending out the greetings of death.

"It looks like I can't leave today."

Renault wiped his tears and raised his repeater to aim at the left space,

Boom!

The bowstring roared, the galloping bow and arrow nailed into the empty white mist, the light and shadow changed, and an ugly body emerged, with a bow and arrow pierced in its chest, and dark green liquid flowed down from the wound, it cooed, with unwillingness in its eyes, and slowly fell to the ground.

Tick! Tick! The sound of water droplets came from behind him, and Renault turned around, his eyes roaming back and forth, and after seeing the splash in the puddle,

Raise your arms,

Boom!

The silver light flew by, and another monster took shape, and then died.

Two successive precision kills made the monsters hidden in the dense fog become vigilant, and they stopped and watched cautiously and cautiously.

The atmosphere became eerie, and Renault gritted his teeth, but his hands still trembled, he knew that those monsters were around, maybe approaching silently not far in front of him.

But the eyes can't see, the nose can't smell, the head can't guess, he doesn't know anything about the location of the monster, he doesn't dare to move, he can't move,

"Come on! A reptile that can only hide and hide, and if you have the ability, you will come out! Master is here. ”

Renault gripped the barrel of the gun and exhaled lightly, with determination on his face.

Call!

The sound of the wind came from behind him, and a withered claw appeared in the place where it was empty, and the claw cut through the clothes from top to bottom, leaving three bloody claw marks on the back.

Renault was in pain, and his arm curled up and slammed it backwards.

Bang!

With a muffled elbow hitting a limb, Renault turned, his eyes blank, and the attacking monster once again disappeared into the fog.

"Coward!"

Renault frowned and scolded with hatred, but at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his head, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy object, his head roared, his body staggered, and he slowly fell down.

A gurgling sound came from the thick fog, and a monster of a large circle emerged from the fog, holding a thick iron rod with blood on the tip of the rod.

Words with strange syllables came out of its mouth, and as the voice spread, the monsters hidden in the thick fog appeared one after another, and walked up respectfully and carefully,

"I didn't expect to die so soon."

Renault coughed in pain, opened his eyes in a daze, and quietly looked at the ugly things around him, he tried to grab the repeater next to him, but before he could reach out, the gun was kicked far aside.

Death is irretrievable.

……

"Is this it?"

"That's right, that's where the gunshots came from."

John frowned, blue light coming out of the pupil of his left eye, staring at the sea of fog below.

The line of sight pierced the air, but it was obscured by the white mist.

"Magic?

John muttered to himself, looking up at the surroundings, such a large piece of land, only the white mist below, it was strange.

"Zero, scan the composition of the white mist."

"Okay, please wait."

A moment later, a set of data appeared in view.

"After testing, the white fog is not composed of water vapor or dust, to be precise, it is not a substance at all, but a free energy primer."

"How to crack?" John asked,

"Bright light shines on it, destroys the framework of the energy primers, or hangs a strong wind to blow these energy primers away."

"I see."

John nodded, his wings spread out and suspended directly above the white mist, closing his eyes and attracting the energy in his body with all his might.

Endless light shot out from the burst, and in an instant, there was an extra sun in this piece of heaven and earth.

Blinding light was everywhere, piercing the clouds and reopening the shadows, reappearing in this place shrouded in darkness.

Meow! Woo! Woo! Woo!

The bright light burned the eyes, and the monsters hidden in the fog let out a terrible howl, covering their eyes and rushing towards hidden or no light.

"You're here."

With a greedy murderous intent in his eyes, John swooped up, his body turning into an indestructible blade, sweeping back and forth among the monsters.

The dazzling brilliance flashed, and the fishy green liquid fell from the air like rain.

After a few dozen seconds, everything stopped, and John, whose whole body shimmered with white-gold light, was suspended in mid-air, and at his feet was a hillside of corpses.

John stooped down, put his wings on the top of the hillside, and said,

"Zero, start collecting soul energy."

As the words fell, a strange wave erupted from the palm of his hand, and the air around him squirmed, as if pulled by a strange force, and countless mist that was invisible to the naked eye poured out of the corpse pile and entered John's body along the wings of the golden glass.

His eyes widened suddenly, his pupils flickered violently, and countless chaotic emotions, wills, and memory fragments skimmed through his mind, and then they were cleared one by one, leaving only the most primitive soul power.

On the virtual panel, the soul energy increased at a considerable rate, stopping when the value reached 370.

"Yes, it's working."

John said to himself excitedly, this time the kung fu can collect more souls than in the past combined, the war is indeed a gathering place for the dead,

Thinking of this, he flew up, his wings waved a wave of extremely high temperature, ignited the pile of corpses below, and turned around and left directly.

But at this moment, a weak but somewhat familiar sound came to my ears.

John turned around, his face puzzled, and the smile on his face instantly froze when he saw the figure that kept squirming outward in the sea of fire.

PS: Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! The helplessness of the handicapped party, obviously there are words in his head, but he can't type! That hate of mine!