Chapter One Hundred and Four:

Glancing at the lump of flesh in silence, Ron withdrew his gaze and continued to follow the group.

As everyone marched, one or two monsters like the one just now sprung out from the door of the corridor from time to time, but all of them were easily dealt with by the black-robed man without exception.

Ron found that these black-robed men were very skilled in combat, and they were quick and ruthless, and it seemed to him that only the captain of the Soros City Guard had this kind of strength.

It's just that, even though these black-robed people are powerful, Ron feels that these people don't seem to be out of the scope of ordinary people.

It doesn't feel weird and inhuman like Richard.

Thinking of Richard, Ron's gaze swept over the many black robes and fell on Richard, who was running at the front.

At this time, Richard was still surrounded by a trace of black smoke, and the strange black light that flickered from time to time could be clearly seen in his white pupils.

And his face became agitated from the moment he entered the stone gate, and even if the monster suddenly pounced, he didn't look at it, as if he was concentrating on something.

Soon, the wide corridor came to an end.

A pitch-black gate appeared in everyone's field of vision.

In the middle of the gate was carved a huge goat's head, bound by countless chains, with its eyes closed, its face sharp and thin, and its thick spiral horns as hideous as two raised spikes.

And when everyone rushed to the gate, the goat statue, which had been keeping its eyes closed, slowly opened its eyes.

The stone's eyes rolled slightly, and his gaze instantly fixed on Richard at the front.

"Kasman, Slabes, Ndilla"

A low, hoarse voice spat out of the goat's mouth.

Although he couldn't understand the language it spoke, Ron could make out its tone, as if he was asking Richard for something.

But. Richard, who was directly opposite the goat's head, did not speak, he took out something resembling a black coin from his waist, and the black light flashed in his white eyes, and it bounced in the middle of the goat's head.

'Ding!'

In the crisp voice, the goat's head staring at Richard suddenly froze.

With a 'click', a tiny crack slowly appeared around the coin. And quickly spread throughout the goat's head.

Looking at the cracked goat's head sculpture, Richard walked to the black door, stretched out his hand and gently pushed it, and the door suddenly opened.

The moment the door opened, a cold wind accompanied by a trace of white mist came from behind the door.

At this time, Ron found that behind the door was not a corridor or a corridor, but a huge forest wrapped in a thick white mist.

Half of Richard's body in front of the door was completely submerged in the white mist, and only the top half could be seen.

He frowned, turned his head and whispered.

"The Maze of the Fog Forest. Be careful not to get too scattered, follow me, and if you fall, even I won't be able to find you in the woods. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The black-robed man named Vera was the first to speak, and the other black-robed men also nodded slightly, indicating that they understood.

"Hmm. ”

Seeing everyone's response, Richard strode directly into the woods covered with white mist.

The rest followed.

And at the back of Ron. When he stepped into the white mist of the woods, he suddenly felt cold. It's like being submerged in ice water.

The field of vision was also filled with white, and only the dark figure in front of me and the faint sound of footsteps walking could be faintly seen.

Glancing at the wide open black door behind him, Ron groaned, and then quickly followed the figure in front of him.

The trees in the woods were all black, tall and straight, and stood on the ground like black pillars in the white mist.

Ten minutes after marching through the woods. Ron felt the white mist in the woods grow thicker.

The distance between him and the black robe in front of him was about half a meter, but even so, there was a strong hazy feeling in his vision, as if the next moment, the person in front of him would disappear in front of him.

The figure in front of him couldn't see anything. There was only a white patch.

Frowning, Ron stepped forward and shortened the distance between the two.

However, he had barely taken a few steps when there was a sudden 'bang' in front of him, followed by the crunch of metal striking and shouting.

"Damn! there's something in the fog, let's get together!"

"Let's kill it together!Ryker!!"

Hearing this, Ron was slightly stunned, and then quickly ran in the direction of the sound.

And the black robe in front also reacted, pulled out the long sword at his waist with a 'bang', and immediately set off.

'Bell!'

The thick white mist fiercely pulled out a twisted swirling vortex, and a bright spark exploded quickly in the white vision.

Several black shadows surrounded each other, scanning vigilantly with their weapons upright.

Ron, who ran to the front, glanced at the black-robed men, and was surprised to find that Richard, who was at the front, had disappeared at some point.

At this moment, in the white mist, a tentacle like an octopus stumbled and rolled up towards one of the black robes.

And just when the tentacle was about to touch the black robe's body, the long sword in the black robe's hand quickly slashed directly towards the tentacle.

'Bell!'

The cacophony of metal resounded in the tentacles and swords.

The seemingly soft tentacles didn't do anything at all, and with a 'bang', the black robe was directly swept into the white mist by the tentacles and disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

"Grace! Damn, that monster took Grace with you!"

One of them, the black-robed, let out an angry shout.

However, even so, no one dared to leave the team to save people.

Although the speed of the tentacle is not fast, the hardness is not at all that ordinary attacks can hurt, just like rushing to save someone, it is no different from suicide at all.

For a while, a solemn atmosphere filled everyone's hearts.

And Ron is the same, although his physical fitness is now beyond the scope of ordinary people, but he doesn't know if he can break free from the tentacles that even cut the blade.

Just when everyone didn't know what to do, the originally calm fog suddenly shook, and a huge black shadow suddenly flashed from a distance.

Then there was a hoarse howl.

'Bang!'

A huge ball of flesh the size of an adult rolled in front of everyone.

The ball of flesh is densely surrounded by white tentacles, in the middle is a brown single eye, and under the single eye is a huge mouth that is almost one-third of the size of the ball of meat, with fine teeth inside, and a faint black cloth and blood stains.

At this time, in the pupil of the meat ball, three large dark holes appeared, and white transparent mucus was slowly flowing out of the large holes.

As the ball of meat rolled out, Richard's tall and thin figure slowly walked out of the white mist.

His right hand glowed with a thick black mist, and the slender crow feathers were rapidly retracting into his skin. (To be continued.) )