The white mist was like flowing water, with a strange coldness, wrapped around everyone's ankles.

A thicker mist poured out from the direction of the pink mermaid's backyard, and the mist rose layer by layer, gradually reaching the knees, to the waist, and then gradually rising to the shoulders.

It was as if the whole body was soaked in cold water.

The subtle sound of the flute became more and more subtle.

It's like a thin feather, tickling the tip of everyone's heart from moment to moment, making people's hearts feel numb and itchy for a while.

An inexplicable chill invaded the whole body along the pores, and everyone felt that their bodies were cold and stiff, and their movements became stiff and sluggish.

Joe breathed heavily, the blood flow in his whole body accelerated, especially near his heart, there was a fist-sized mass of hot air converging and surging. He looked around in alarm, his hands clenched into fists.

"Calm down, Gorkin said, even if you are surrounded by enemies, be calm!"

Joe gritted his teeth and silently cheered himself up and strengthened his courage in his heart. Since childhood, he has been fighting with the gentlemen of the port of Tulun with Gorkin, and after Gorkin joined the army, he led people to fight with the cubs of rival families.

Joe has a wealth of experience fighting on the streets.

However, he had never experienced such a rain of bullets and such flesh and blood.

Fear, little by little.

"Calm down, then, look for opportunities."

The internal organs were shaking, and there were two nasty guys in front of him blocking the way, and their legs were soaked in the mist, and it was already difficult to move. Joe's heart was filled with fear, but he was still stubbornly looking for an escape opportunity.

"Great Mu, merciful Mutheste, let those damned fellows come quickly." Joe prayed in his heart.

The port of Tulum has a large police station, a strong garrison, and is located near the new pier No. 3, as well as the naval port and the Royal Naval College. It's been turned upside down, and even if it's a herd of dead pigs, they should find out that something is wrong here, right?

Help was coming soon, and Joe kept reassuring himself.

There was a 'squeak' sound in the mist, and a little bit of dark green eyes lit up in the white mist. The faint sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and a looming figure appeared in the white mist through the bright light of the burning pink mermaid.

Wearing a long cloak and a large triangular hat with a wide brim, the tip of the hat was decorated with a bead the size of a child's fist, the green pearl danced, and the black shadow also twisted and wriggled in the white mist, exuding a suffocating cold aura.

A 'squeak' sound gradually sounded, followed by another howl, and less than twenty feet away from Joe, a man with a knife in both hands broke both calves at the same time.

Blood splattered, flesh and bones flew sideways.

This time Joe could see clearly, there were more than a dozen black mice more than a foot long, their green eyes were shining, and they pounced on the man's calves as quickly as a ghost, showing their huge front teeth, like small saws, and gnawed off his two calves in three or two strokes.

"Attack!" The young man with two beautiful mustaches hissed and commanded.

More than a dozen flintlock pistols and seven or eight powerful crossbows simultaneously attacked the writhing figure in the white mist.

The projectiles burst into the air, the crossbow bolts were fired, and several men who were closer to the wind rushed towards the figure with their weapons in waving their weapons.

Hundreds of black rats squeaked wildly, pouring out from under the figure's long cloak like a tidal wave. They jumped wildly, using their bodies to block the flintlock projectiles, the powerful bolts, and then they drowned out the charging men.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, howling miserably, and in just two breaths, by the time the crazy rats were covered by the white mist, there were only five or six skeletons with blurred flesh and blood left.

With a few 'pops', the horrific skeleton fell to the ground, splashing a large pool of blood.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh." Vague, like a big rotten piece of fat, a disgusting, greasy laugh came, and an extremely strong, even inhuman figure rushed out of the white mist.

"The navy of the Delen Empire, rookies, I like it. The bones of a rookie are crunchy. ”

It looked more than a foot taller than Joe, and its body became more and more bloated, almost like a big ball of flesh The figure rushed to the mustachioed young man, and with a wave of his right hand, a large scimitar with a hideous shape and a sharp edge full of sharp teeth whistled and slashed at him.

The bearded young man screamed, and the long sword in his right hand brought a cold light towards the scimitar.

With a loud bang, the scimitar slashed the long sword, leaving a deep wound on the mustachioed youth's chest.

The flesh of the wound turned outward, and by the light of the surrounding fire, Joe could clearly see that the flesh of the wound quickly turned black, pus, and then emitted a pungent stench of decay.

Poisonous, highly toxic.

The people who rushed out of the white fog were not only amazingly powerful, but also had inferior means.

His strength is enough to crush the bearded youth, and he shamelessly quenches poison on his weapon.

The mustachioed young man hissed and screamed in pain, turned around and walked away with a convulsion.

The speed with which he fled was incomprehensible to Joe. When Joe had just escaped from the fountain, dodging the shelling of the old battery, he felt that he had run fast enough, faster than the hare in the forest.

But the speed of the mustachioed youth is completely beyond common sense.

He slid out more than twenty feet in one step, and escaped nearly a hundred feet in a breath. Qiao faintly felt that the hunting dogs that he was best at hunting couldn't catch up with the mustache at the moment.

The beauty in the red dress spat out a mouthful of blood, her azure eyes flashed, her blood-colored red lips were slightly white, and she trembled and gave an order: "Retreat, ......"

After hesitating for a moment, the beauty in the red dress narrowed her eyes: "Retreat to the Naval Academy." ”

The huge figure smiled lowly, and rushed towards the beauty in the red dress with great strides.

The beauty in the red dress removed the tattered and cumbersome huge skirt, pulled out a double-barreled flintlock in the holster on her leg, and slammed into the huge figure that was getting closer and closer.

The two Hessesen scimitars slashed left and right, and the projectiles erupted from the short guns hit the edge of the scimitar, and there were two 'ding' sounds, and the sparks flashed on the knife edge, and the two projectiles did not know where they were bumped.

Joe felt his legs go limp.

Split the bullet of the fire with a knife?

These guys are not ordinary people, they are all beings with 'real power'!

This kind of monster-like existence is not unfamiliar to Joe.

Fear brought inexplicable power, and a hot current surged in Joe's chest, then gradually strengthened, and began to spin rapidly. I don't know where the strength came from, the cold aura in Joe's body quickly dissipated, and he roared in a low voice, like a wild bear with mad hair, and hit the two men in black who had just stopped him with one shoulder.

The man in black was caught off guard and fell to the ground by Qiao, who opened his mouth and let out a meaningless roar, his steps were heavy, like an enraged wild bear, and rushed out with a violent wind.

The subtle sound of the flute swirled slightly.

There was a loud squeak, and a large swarm of black rats poured out of the gray mist, rushing towards the people in the white mist like a tide.

The beauty in the red dress dropped the broken sword in her hand, and somewhere she found a long sword, and mingled with the huge figure. She kept giving orders, and the black-clothed men around her converged on her, covering each other and retreating.

Among the burning pink mermaids, black-clothed men covered in blood and smoke kept escaping in embarrassment, and a few young men in knight suits who were riding with the mustachioed young man just now rushed out.

There were more than a hundred people in black who rushed into the pink mermaid, and less than fifty were able to escape at the moment.

But they greatly strengthened the strength of the beauty in the red dress, the fire thundered, the sword roared, and they became a mess with the enemy in the white mist.

Joe gasped for breath, and the white mist gushing out of the pink mermaid's backyard had actually crossed Swordfish Street and poured into the alley across the street.

With a squeak, dozens of large rats more than a foot long followed closely behind Joe.

Joe shuddered, he did not dare to turn back, but ran away with all his might, and in his panic, he did not choose Grape Skin Alley when he came, but was dazed, or attracted by the firelight, he ran to the side of the collapsed and burning old theater, and burrowed into the 'tryst alley' to the east of the old theater.

The Old Theatre often hosts a variety of large-scale musical performances, and famous performers often travel from other places to perform on the stage in Tulum Port.

Among them, there is no shortage of young and beautiful young ladies, handsome and chic students.

The ladies and daughters of the port of Tulun often send out private carriages to greet the famous people who have completed their performances in this alley.

Over time, this secluded alley has acquired the reputation of 'Tryst Alley'.

But tonight, on the night of mid-autumn, the whole city is carnival, the old theater has no performances, and the tryst alley, which is busy with traffic on weekdays, is empty tonight, like a ghost.

Not far away, there was another 'boom' roar in the sky, and then the earth shook violently, the loud sound was like muffled thunder, and the flames of the explosion flickered rapidly.

The second round of shelling of the old battery came as Joe had predicted, and this time there were more than three explosions.

In addition to the three 'Thor' cannons, at least dozens of large-caliber secondary guns launched artillery bombardment.

Joe ran forward tremblingly, the squeaks behind him getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, in the fog ahead, a heavy iron rod swept out.

Joe was caught off guard and was hit hard in the chest with an iron rod. With the piercing sound of bones shattering, Joe vomited blood, and his body flew backwards for more than a dozen feet, his chest was dented, and at least half of his ribs were shattered by the blow.

Four tall, strong men in leggings and short-sleeved shirts with hideous faces stepped out of the mist, and they looked down at Joe with a happy grin.

"An Imperial Blackskin!"

The four men laughed happily, and the man who had just hit Joe hard raised the pointed iron rod in his hand and stabbed it hard at Joe's chest.

Joe twitched like a dying fish, looked at the man in despair, and hissed and screamed, "No, no, listen to me!" ”

There was a 'squeak' sound, and dozens of strange rats chased after them.

A thunderclap sounded in the sky, I don't know when, the sky was already thick with clouds, an unexpected rainstorm, heartily falling from the sky, the dense rain curtain quickly blocked everything.