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His body wrapped in clothes has been very different from ordinary humans since he became possessed - perhaps he still retains the appearance of a human body, but the various gill fissures that are densely packed all over his body, or the long fins that usually shrink into his body and open when they enter the dirt, indicate that his lifestyle will be very different from that of ordinary humans.

There was always a slight discomfort on the land, and this discomfort would become more pronounced and uncomfortable the longer he was on land, like a fish stranded on land. Of course, Steve didn't know what a fish was, he just felt a little out of place with all the guys around him.

But he always had to step on land from time to time, enter the castle, and relax a little. Unlike in the City of Fire, after losing the area shrouded in flames for a long time, he always felt that he was about to be enveloped in something strange from the black mist, gradually losing his mind in the fear of insecurity and loneliness, and changing into something like the monster in the black mist.

It was only when he entered the castle that this sense of unease subsided.

Now he was a scout, alone swimming beneath the depths of the earth, alerting the chasers who might arrive behind the castle.

It's not pure safety in the dirt. Although most monsters born from the Black Mist operate on land, that doesn't mean they can't detect their prey hiding underground.

yes, I'm not like those guys, I'm not like these guys.

For Steve, who is about to enter the weird period, the monsters in this area are basically no threat to him, and only a few monsters will try to burrow into the dirt to find him, and there is almost no threat to him.

Although Steve will not deliberately cultivate anymore, so as not to go directly to the path of death, but for him now, this kind of strength is enough to deal with most things in the current environment.

As for the monsters that lived in the underground dirt like him, he had rarely seen them, and even if there were, without exception, they were all relatively weak.

"Alas. Steve, who was still underground, sighed, and then his mouth immediately filled with soft dirt, and he slowly swallowed the unpleasant dirt, and then the digested dirt was squeezed out of his gill gap.

It's already far enough from the castle. Steve thought as he slowed himself down.

He is extremely fast in the dirt, compared to his ability to fight with others of the same level, his speed, security, agility and stealth can be said to be second to none, maybe these abilities were a little average in the city of fire, but in the current situation, he is almost the perfect candidate as a scout. Safe, stealthy, able to lurk for long periods of time, extremely fast, and able to probe - his importance is second to none.

That's right.

Steve, though not easily happy that he finally appeared to be useful, was generally relieved.

Someone needs it, and it won't be forgotten.

He temporarily floated up from the depths of the earth, pushing a small hole in the soft earth, and Steve, with the remnants of dirt on his head, poked his head out and looked around like a groundhog, sensing everything around him with the far distance he could spread with the help of the dirt.

If he wanted to, his perceptual range would be much larger than that of the Sith, and while he might not be as precise as the Sith to cover a vast area of the vast area, and to sense most of the things happening around him more clearly, his perception could be extended through the land in a vague way, and he could sense extremely distant areas.

This is one of his natural abilities.

"Still nothing...... Steve subconsciously squinted, sensing the general change in the distance, letting the dirt sink into his fluffy blonde hair. In the silence and darkness of the environment, it was torturous to always suppress himself from making a sound, and he muttered as he spoke, extending his perception as far as he could—he couldn't get too far away from the castle.

The ground here is really uncomfortable, Steve thought as he continued his work, a little nervous, but his overall mood was fairly stable, after all, he had only been in the castle for a while, looked at the few members of his family, and a few of the children, and then had a good meal in the hall.

It's a pity that the only one of Fred's firefighters doesn't look too much to look forward to.

The sweet potato's head is like a radar, silently motionless.

Let's hope this time it will be the same as usual, and nothing will happen......

Then the earth shook faintly.

At the edge of Fred's sensing range, an extremely hot, piercing torch burned, and an angry roar seemed to pass through the distant space, and the extremely distant perception that stretched along this path clearly reached Steve's ears.

What is it......

Steve's mouth was wide open, and the perception of Steve, who represented the wild onslaught of red, angry, as if he wanted to destroy everything, made him almost ignore the cold thoughts that stood silently on his back, and the almost endless pale ice that stretched from behind him.

"No, no, no, you can't do that. A young man's voice rang in Steve's ears, and in his perception it was as if a huge palm was so cold that his soul could freeze that it grabbed his exposed head, and made his mind freeze and unable to think.

"Oh, Fred. The young man's voice spoke, accompanied by all kinds of wails around him, and the tremor of the earth: "It seems that you are prepared for my coming? ”

"You ......" in the cold that seemed to be able to freeze through his heart, Steve's trembling mouth spat out a word, and then the power from the earth made him barely get rid of the terrible guy who could capture him through his senses, he was excited, and his eyes that had been rolled immediately recovered, and then Steve did not continue to stay in the place that still seemed to be very quiet, he immediately burrowed into the ground with a face of white ice slag that had turned into ice chips because of the sweat just now, and immediately went into the ground and headed for the castle at full speed.

Pursuers still moving forward in the distance.

"This guy ......" The young man standing on the back of the giant beast withdrew his half-raised hand in the air, and the white mist surrounding it disappeared, "It's really slippery." ”

"Something is wrong. Chalmore's old voice said, "The Flame Remnant may have been our wrong choice. ”

"I only have enough power to deal with these guys. The young man was a little surprised: "I will only challenge the other guys after devouring this force, there is no mistake, we only have this one choice." ”

"Perhaps. On the old half of his face, Chalmo just stared at the endless distance in the black mist: "He won't make mistakes, it always makes sense for me to come back here in the name of pale." ”

Whether it's giving death to the living or self-destruction, I always have meaning.