One of them recognized me with wide eyes and asked with joy, "You were the one who helped escort our team a month ago?" ”

It turned out that he was a survivor of that time.

One month...... The survivors here have a better perception of time confusion than the two fallen survivors they met before.

On my side of the time, it's not been a day since the last time I helped Sabertooth escort the survivors. Ordinary alien spaces are not staggered to such a point, which is obviously also the bizarre nature of the Fog Demon.

"You know him?" The person next to me probably joined later, and he observed me in surprise, "You said he helped escort me, is it ......"

"yes, he's also a superpower like Mr. Sabertooth!" The people who recognized me were excited.

"Wait, isn't it a superpower who suddenly attacked us here last week?" The person next to him said calmly, "I'm going to watch here, I'm going to report it." ”

With that, he turned and entered the stronghold. The people who recognized me were embarrassed, as if they wanted to let me in first, and they didn't want to make their own decisions. I comforted him and stood still. Soon after, another person came out of the stronghold. Not a saber tooth, but a middle-aged man with a majestic face.

This man seemed to be the one who could talk here, and he should have been in the survivor team at the time, and when he recognized me, he looked surprised and asked tentatively, with some apprehension, "What is your relationship with Mr. Sabertooth?" Mr. Sabertooth says he's official, and so are you? "Maybe they've asked me something about Sabertooth before, but Sabertooth's reaction must not have been very good.

I pulled out the suggestive work ID and handed it over. He let out a long sigh of relief after careful inspection, and led us into the colony.

There are a large number of survivors gathered in the stronghold. The middle-aged man told me that nearly 100 people had been protected here. But the faces of those people are not very good-looking, not that they are malnourished or sick, but that they are extremely depressed psychologically. Apparently they are all in a state of hopelessness for the future, and it is likely that they no longer believe that there will be a rescue, and that there will be a chance to break out of the fog.

"Mr. Sabertooth was also seriously injured and could no longer move. If this place is attacked again, maybe......" The middle-aged man said bitterly, with a faint hint of asking for help from me.

At the same time, I also learned from him that Sabertooth only spoke to a few people here about the difference in time flow within the fog. Perhaps he judged that publicizing such a problem that he could not solve would only disturb people's minds. Still, he managed to establish a new temporal consensus in the stronghold. While the new timing consensus is still problematic, it is better than nothing.

"Can you take me to see the sabertooth?" I'm very concerned about the serious injury to the saber tooth. Although the hunter said that he had injured the saber teeth, he did not say that he was injured to the point of being unable to move. Looking at the hunter's expression, he was also very surprised by this.

The middle-aged man led us to the rest room deep in the stronghold. The room was filled with the smell of drugs, and there was a bed in it, on which the saber teeth were lying gasping, but unconscious, not even noticing that someone had come in, and his sword resting beside the bed. He was covered in injuries and had multiple fractures on his body, which were treated with bandages and splints, but only to the extent of an emergency.

And I could also feel the smell of curse from his wounds, which was not something that ordinary drugs and treatments could handle. Curses are so common in the world of warlocks that they don't even require special learning. When a warlock has a strong intent to kill and harm others with his own hands, the killing intent will combine with spirituality to turn into a curse, making the wound more heavy and complex. The incurable wounds inflicted by the Siren's blade can also be seen as a particularly powerful curse.

"I'll treat it." I took out the healing talisman paper from my bosom and stuck it to Sabertooth's body one by one. The middle-aged man seemed to be worried that he would affect my "spell casting", so he retreated outside the door to help me control the wind. Seeing this, Joan also retreated in accordance with the atmosphere.

The hunter whispered, "I didn't expect him to be injured like this......"

Isn't this a wound he created? I glanced at him. And he looked at the saber teeth in detail, as if he had figured it out first, and then said, "I see...... He was holding on. ”

His gaze went back and forth between me and Sabertooth, and I felt that he probably knew about Sabertooth's hatred for me, but in the end he didn't bring it up, and continued with the conversation.

"The saber tooth of Tianhe City, I've heard about him before...... It is said that the source of his power is the sword, and that sword is a weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in his family, and it is infused with the spirituality of generations of users. A significant number of warlock families have passed on their power to future generations in this way. Because the source of strength is outside, even if your body is seriously injured, you can still exert your full strength, and you are not limited by your physical strength, so you can fight for a long time. He sighed, "At that time, he was fighting me and those demons while protecting the survivors, and he inevitably ate some of the attacks. But I don't think his actions have any effect, and I don't know that he is already at the end of his crossbow. My fighting methods could not last, and when I saw that I could not take it in a short time, I chose to retreat. I didn't expect him to be able to hold on to that point. ”

"Do you have a way to treat him?" I asked. Judging from the curative effect of the healing talisman paper, it can only make his wounds no longer deteriorate, and it is impossible to heal them. The curse must first be removed.

The hunter shook his head, "I know some simple spells, but I can't deal with them. Most of the curses in his wounds were left by the Misty Demons, and the true source was the Misty Demon. In order for the curse to disappear, the Demon of the Mist must be destroyed. ”

"I heard that you used to be very good at tracking and investigating, and the warlock criminals you found will never escape your tracking no matter where you flee, do you have any thoughts on finding succubi?" I asked.

"My perception has long since regressed, and I can't use the same level of tracking skills as I used to, but ......"

"But?"

"If there's a warlock with a sense close to my past, I can help him with his tracking technique. I don't need him to do it himself, I can help him with all the preparations. He was also able to sync his results to me and others, as I used to do with my teammates in the same way. At this point, he glanced at me and continued, "Judging from the previous battles, your awareness should be much stronger than my current one, maybe ......"

I see. The information said that he had long since lost his previous tracking ability, but he was able to help the succubus track me in the fog before, relying on this trick.

While this is good news, ......

"My perception is only great in combat, in terms of tracking...... You may only be able to play at less than half of the level. "I did a rough calculation.

"Is it really the awareness of combat specialty...... That's not going to work. The hunter sighed, "Sabertooth is eligible, as long as he recovers his temporarily reduced awareness, but ......"

No wonder he didn't propose until now, it turned out that he had foreseen it.

As for Sabertooth, even if he met the conditions, he wouldn't be able to do it in his current condition.

I am both in awe and ashamed of the fact that he was so badly injured to protect the survivors, and that he was so self-sacrificing.

I used to think that if only he were an avenger as evil as the old bones, then I might be able to rightfully fight back and condemn him when he takes revenge. And he proved once again how despicable and shameless my expectations were.

"Who...... Who is where? Suddenly, Sabertooth spoke.

I thought he was awake, but he was still unconscious, muttering some jumbled dreams. He also seemed to dream of his father, the law enforcement warlock who had been chopped up by my own hands.

"Your father...... What kind of person is he? I asked.

"My father...... He punishes adultery and destroys evil...... A very powerful law enforcement warlock. Never forgive any bad man, never wrong any good man......" he read as if he were talking to himself, "He taught me...... Want me to be a ...... Be able to live up to your inner ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he passed out again.

Worthy of your heart...... I meditated on this sentence in my heart.

Perhaps, I should also be enlightened.

——

Then again, there is actually one more person who meets the conditions for the Hunter Tracking Spell cast.

That's Joan.

"Me?" When I told him about it, he pointed at himself in shock.

I nodded, "That's you." ”

Even before Sabertooth and I did, he passively foresaw the fog that now shrouded Daylight with great awareness. Although he is not a warlock, he is definitely up to the mark in terms of awareness.

I asked Joan and the hunter for their opinion. The hunter did a simple test and quickly confirmed that Joan was eligible. It is really a mountain and a heavy water, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. And just as the hunter said in advance, there is no need for Joan to accompany me to track down the succubus, and the hunter has a way to synchronize the results he senses to me over the air.

But while I'm away, the hunters stay in the colony to guard them. Due to the serious injury of the saber tooth and the coma, the enchantment he laid in the stronghold was actually very unstable, and there were many flaws that could not be ignored. It may not take me long to deal with the succubus, but for the stronghold, many days may have passed. During this period, if there is a demonic invasion, it is inevitable that there will be heavy casualties. The Hunter, on the other hand, has a way to power the enchantment instead of the sabertooth, restoring the enchantment to its perfect state.

It's just that during this time, he has to sit in the center of the barrier, and he can't stay hidden. As a last resort, I had no choice but to introduce him to the people who were now maintaining order in the stronghold.

Although the hunter was bruised and swollen by me, the last thing he lacked here was an enemy he could recognize when he turned to ashes.

"Why is he here? And what he said he would protect us! Someone got up angrily and looked at the hunter with no idea how hateful it was. Although the hunters attacked the stronghold before, although they had saber teeth to meet them, the latter's fighting style was not the type to be good at protecting others, and there must have been a lot of casualties in the stronghold.

The hunter lowered his head in pain, not daring to meet the gaze of others.

"He's also an official combatant, having been brainwashed by the fog-mongering culprit, but now he's regained his senses." I said, "He is the only one who can protect you." ”

"I'm sorry, we still can't forgive him, and we can't trust him anymore." In Sabertooth's absence, the middle-aged man seemed to be the leader of the place, and he glanced at the hunter with fear, and said to me with vague anticipation and pleading, "Aren't you going to stay?" ”

"I have to deal with the source of the fog." I say.

"Can't you wait with us for help from the outside world?" The middle-aged man asked.

I asked rhetorically, "Do you still think there will be outside help?" ”

He was silent.

“…… We need to have a meeting. He said, "Please give us some time." ”

Their internal meeting didn't last long, and the middle-aged man soon appeared in front of me again and agreed to my proposal.

Assuming that the hunters were really malicious to the colony, they would not be able to keep him out with the slogan "not allowed him in". Moreover, they are already at the end of their rope and have no more options.

They also gave me the remaining sabertooth poison against the Fog Demon, a small half-bottle of dark green liquid in a glass bottle. I heard that it was found when I was doing emergency treatment for the saber tooth. At first, they didn't know what it was, but it only came to me when I asked them about the poison. The hunter also confirmed that this was the poison mentioned earlier, and that it only needed to be applied to the weapon to add spiritual poison to the weapon. I tried it a little, and after applying the poison, even if I re-summoned the Siren's Blade, the poison would still remain for a certain amount of time. Although it is no longer of decisive use, it is taken with you just in case of emergency.

Almost ready, the hunter drew a circle on the floor deep in the colony, motioning for Joan and I to stand inside.

During this time, the survivors also gathered and watched in silence. Some of them looked like they were about to be eaten alive, so the hunter could only look down at the floor, his body becoming more and more stiff.

Joan seemed to be afraid that she would mess up the spell, revealing her nervousness, but she couldn't hide the anticipation and excitement of participating in the spellcasting. He walked with me into the center of the circle, and the hunter crouched on the edge of the circle, his hands on the ground.

The circle began to glow blue, and I closed my eyes. In the darkness, there seemed to be a looming path of light that showed me the way.

It was the result of Joan's awareness, only synchronized into my consciousness. When I reopened my eyes, the path of light was still in my mind. It's like listening to a song for a long time, and even if you take off your headphones, you will hallucinate the lyrics and tunes. The illusionary path of light stretched endlessly ahead.

At the end of the path of light is where the succubus is.

I nodded to Joan and motioned for the Hunter to continue, then turned away from the stronghold and moved at full speed along the path of light. With a snap of my fingers, the stronghold building was hidden in the fog behind me, and I continued to move into the depths of the fog.

Daysun wasn't a big town in the first place. But as a writer once said, no matter how small a forest is, once lost in it, it is equivalent to an infinite forest. The fog also makes the town of the White Sun appear to be a vast and boundless misshape. However, once the direction is clear, at my speed, it doesn't take long to get anywhere.

It didn't take long for me to break into an underground parking lot. There is not the slightest lighting here, and I can't see my fingers to the average person, but I have the ability to see through the fire. Just by glancing, I saw the succubus hiding in the depths.

The succubus standing in the darkness had his eyes closed as if he were meditating. It doesn't look like it's fused with the Fog Demon at all, and at first glance it's no different from before. But I could feel that there was something intangible, yet deep, between her and the mist, like the heart and the body could not leave each other.

When my eyes fell on her, she opened her eyes, perhaps sensing the danger to her life, and then showed a shocked expression, "Why did you find here!" ”

Without a word, I summoned the Siren's Blade and smeared all the remaining poison from the sabertooth on it. Her face changed drastically and she stiffened back. Instantly, I aimed my weapon at her and hurried it out, charging at full speed myself.

True to the fusion of the Fog Demon, she was quick to avoid the killing move, and turned to run.

"It's hard...... I finally got this power......" she screamed loudly, "I will never die here!" ”

But, it's a pity.

From the moment I found this place, her fate was sealed.

(End of chapter)