"Bright!"

The companion who stayed by the fire was always paying attention to this side, and in the perspective from behind, Bright stayed where he was for no reason, looking at the deep forest relaxedly, as if he had seen some acquaintance.

Then he saw the other man untie his axe, and with a decisive and lethal attitude, he threw it at the place where he was staring, hitting some kind of body that made a strange muffled sound, and turned and fled towards the camp.

Out of sight, a silent, colorful figure emerges from the field of vision, the marionette-like movements rigid and awkward, but briefly quickens when approaching.

By the time he realized that this was not a nightmare that reflected what he had seen during the day, Bright had been thrown to the ground, and strangely colored, heavy, smoke-like smoke erupted from the darkness like overturned powder boxes, causing an irritating cough that gave the victim no time to breathe.

The two entangled figures quickly disappeared into the darkness, and the unbelievable and unambiguous terrible inference burned his reason like a charcoal fire, and it was the human form that was infested with gorgeous fungi, and they moved.

"Attack!" The night watchman hissed and shouted, though it was already a bit redundant. The shallowly sleeping camp had long since been awakened, and the metal symphony was a clutter.

And the first to leave the tent was the professor they had just been talking about. Picking open the curtain with his sword, he quickly observed the outside world, and then sprang out and stood in the shadows covered by tents.

It's hard to imagine what made him form such a cautious habit, instinctively putting himself in the hypothetical that threats were everywhere. He scanned the camp from his tent and spotted the problem on the campfire, where only one man was left guarded.

"Where's Bright?"

The vigil subconsciously looked at the place where Bright had disappeared again, and the empty forest seemed to be crowded, and the colors were faintly visible in the night when the tree trunks were divided.

The bushes swayed, obscuring the source of the cough. It was a cough that spasmed the airways and was about to vomit out of the lungs, inhaling like a rooster crow in brief forced intervals, and quickly weakened along with the struggle. The first person to emerge from the tent saw the scene and identified its owner from the distorted voice.

This may have sent most of the witnesses into a frenzy, but it would never include everyone in the group. The initial panic has passed, and it has been recognized that it is a diametrically opposite.

The person or thing that attacked them didn't kill the sentry immediately, and Brett was still struggling to fight.

"Someone!" Before Kraft dared to make a rash move, Barrow Knight had already rushed to the target, which could be the last chance for Lablett before the full engagement, he did not take off his armor for convenience before falling asleep, and the backlight angle was a reliance on daring to open the mask to improve his vision.

The subordinates who received the order began to act as if they had just woken up from a dream, and a few people followed Barrow closely, while the rest of the observers moved closer to their companions, covering the archers with short bows and crossbows, preparing to preemptively inflict casualties on the enemy who showed up and demoralize.

In experience, the difficulties caused by night battles are two-way and require considerable courage and military qualities, and this is where they are most confident. Since it has not been defeated by a wave, as long as it stabilizes its position, the other party will not take too much advantage, and it is not impossible to reverse the situation if it is dealt with properly.

In the deepest part of their hearts, there is even a sense of relief that the verdict has been announced, and they are more willing to deal with things that have physical manifestations than invisible and unknowable mysterious objects. Whatever it is, as long as it can appear in front of you, it's an entity, it's anything.

Contrary to expectations, these things were not at all "fast", they came together like guests to a feast, dressed in costumes, and came from the dark and empty hall of wooden pillars without candles, to greet the guests who had just arrived and were about to join, and invited them to feast on the feast laid down by some kind of being.

At this moment, the bravest and most reckless man in the group had swept away the bushes and saw what was entangled with Bright, it was only half a head, like a close friend hugging a victim who silently opened and closed his lips, and clinging to the other, and the white silk thread, which was longer and lighter than the hair, spread between the two like living things, covering most of the young faces, weaving into a veil that looked like eyes and fluttered, and drowned the dilated pupils.

He may still be alive, recognizing the approaching person through his familiar footsteps and one remaining eye, and trying to call out for help, but exhales only a cloud of phosphorescent powder.

Barrow grabbed the thing by the neck and tried to pull it off his body, but the glue-like bond between the two made him unable to exert his force, and the adhesion felt deep under the cortex, like a plant root gripping the soil. And the brightly colored wall of people was approaching, and it was already possible to distinguish the abominable fungal spots.

The smell of pungent dust made Barrow hold his breath, and he knew what he should do.

"May Heavenly Father save your soul." Raising his blade aloft and slashing down forcefully and decisively, Barrow stepped back towards the stumbling gait, but he staggered a few steps in place, unable to flee as he wished, and found his leg armor unusually heavy.

"Foot!"

In fact, without revising, Barrow reflexively bowed his head while swinging his sword downward again. The headless shell grabbed the shin armor unaffected, and the falling full force slashed the fungus along with the brittle radial ulna.

The bolt slashed through the air and plunged into the mushroom lodgers, the kinetic energy from the crossbow only temporarily disrupting their movements, giving Barrow a chance to retreat into protection. And when there was no need to worry about accidental injury, several loaded winch crossbows shot through the colony, and the weapons used against the armor directly knocked down several bodies, and even pinned one of them to the trunk of a tree.

The winch crossbow had completed its mission, and a second wave of hand crossbows arrived, piercing the mushrooms without causing any effect other than a slight obstacle to movement.

As if there was some signal delay, they reacted to the attack slowly, speeding up to approach a fully prepared array.

Shocked by its near-non-critical nature, the team that entered the state gradually calmed down, and Barrow recalled his feelings and came to an optimistic conclusion.

"Spread out, don't crowd into a pile, just don't get sticked, they can't do anything to you!"

"Cut off all the bones that move, and even the devil will have to send him back to hell today!"

The boarder, who had lost his head and half of his forearm, was supported by one arm to get back on his feet, and as he marched with the group, crossing the camp border, the smell of prickly dust permeating the air.

But their most terrifying time has passed, when the Invisible Fear collapses into something tangible and accessible, and has been shown to be destructive. Inspired by Barrow, the unseen courage returned to the elite outlaws raised by the duke, and the dense formation separated in groups of three and two, ready for close combat.

[That's it?] 】

For Kraft, who has never had much to fear, it was really lower than expected.

Although these things are very strange, the current behavior is a little out of place compared to the posture that infects the entire forest, but it really looks like an oral candida infection, a little scabies that is exposed on the surface of an inconsequential itch.

NGA altar friend's book, push it _(:3⌒)_

(End of chapter)