The thick fog is gradually dissipating, but it still covers the entire eastern plain.

The brilliance of the huge sun became pale and dim in the mist, and towns after town were cut off from the fog and the weird whispers. In the city streets, in the countryside, distorted humanoids staggered between the mist, as if a nightmare entering the earthly world was spreading around the polluted land.

Solin Castle was finally shrouded in this endless mist.

The irregular wind swept over the city, rolling all the flags and making noises in the air, and more and more bad news is coming from all directions - not only the city in front of us, but also on the vast land outside this city, all order is rapidly collapsing.

In the castle hall, the high-level knights wearing dark steel armor were reporting the latest situation: "...We have lost all contact with the Soster area, the road was blocked by fog, and the messenger entered the fog and there was no news again. The fortress in the Silent Valley, the fortress in the direction of Mount Yartle briefly ignited the beacon in the morning, but the beacon was immediately extinguished, and the transmission spell was cut off. The cavalry team sent to check the situation has not returned yet. I am afraid there is a lot of danger..."

Another high-level knight stood up immediately: "The situation in the city is also very abnormal. Some soldiers found wandering civilians in the outer city, and they looked unconscious. Some people also witnessed the extremely tall black-robed giant moving in the fog..."

As he spoke, the high-level knight seemed to be a little uncomfortable and moved his shoulders and arms slightly.

On the long table, Edmund's face was as deep as water: "We are sure we can contact us now, how many people can mobilize?"

The high-level knights and noble lords in the hall fell into an unspeakable embarrassing silence. After a brief look at each other, someone stood up and replied: "There are only two thousand guards in the castle area and two thousand soldiers stationed in the two barracks near the castle area."

"In other words, because of this strange fog, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Eastern Legion, and now only four thousand are available?"

“…Yes, Your Highness.”

"This is not ordinary fog," Duke Silas Loren said, "It has traces of magical manipulation, and is likely to be the product of large-scale forbidden spells, or even the ritual of divine descending."

Edmund frowned and looked at a noble lord: "...What information is available in the direction of the Kingdom Army?"

The lord immediately stood up: "The news in that direction was completely cut off, Your Highness, but according to the last arson, heavy fog also appeared in the plains controlled by the Kingdom Army."

After a brief silence, Edmund slowly stood up, his hands on the table, his eyes extremely serious: "It is obvious that we are suffering from an attack, and the attackers have mastered the power of the astronomical level. Now, our mage group is preparing large-scale dispersion and purification spells. Before they complete the ceremony, please make sure to ensure the safety of all mage towers in the inner city. Duke of Loren, the escorts of the castle area will be given to you, and please inform Belk immediately to return to the castle."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The people who received the order quickly left the hall, and soon only Edmund Moen and a few guards were left in the huge main hall.

In the sudden silence, the atmosphere became more and more depressing and low. Strands of mist penetrated into the hall through the gaps in the windows, as if they brought some kind of twisted and crazy malice that was entrenched everywhere in the city. In this unbearable quiet depression, the fireplace on one side of the hall suddenly crackled.

Edmund raised his head instantly and looked at the sudden bright fire...

...

The situation on the streets of the outer city area deteriorated faster than expected.

In the mist that was becoming slightly thin, the sharp sound of metal sensation briefly broke the dead silence in the air. With a few sudden flashes and a few short and hoarse groans, several extremely tall human-shaped monsters made of flesh and crystal fell heavily to the ground.

Belk Loren shook his slightly numb arms, shook off the little dirt stained on the sword, and frowned at the "creatures" lying on the ground.

They (perhaps they should have called ‘them’) are hideous and mutated, and they are full of crystal clusters of aggravated. After these monsters died, the dangerous arcane energy continued to jump between the crystal clusters, making crackling sounds. On these mutated and expanded monsters, some remaining armor and clothing fragments that have been fused with flesh and blood crystals can be seen.

Just a few minutes ago, these "monsters" were still knights and entourages who followed Belk to the outer city to check the situation, but suddenly a tall black-robed monster walked out of the fog. After these knights and soldiers and the monster's eyes and eyes were intersected, they all became like this and attacked their masters frantically.

What exactly happened?

While Belk cautiously alerting the surroundings, he slowly moved towards the nearest military camp, and a huge question arose in his mind.

He had also had contact with the black-robed monster in sight, but for some reason, he did not mutate like his subordinates.

My subordinates were cursed unconsciously? Contacting the black-robed monster's sight was the "key" that detonated the curse? Why was it okay for me?

The young marquis quietly imposed a series of protective blessings and invisible armor on himself, and his sharp eyes kept sweeping through the foggy streets and alleys.

After "induced" the terrible mutation, the monster quickly left while in the chaos. Now he is probably still lurking in a dark corner nearby. Belk is a powerful extraordinary knight, but when facing this completely unknown strange enemy, he must also show his highest vigilance.

A wave of unconcealed chaotic footsteps suddenly came from nearby, and plural magic fluctuations also appeared within the perception range at the same time.

Belk quickly turned around, a layer of illusory and hot flames were burning on the long sword, and a group of crystal clusters were covered with tall and mutated monsters had stepped out of the fog and gathered towards him - these were obviously not the kind of black-robed giants, they were obviously a little shorter, but they were still more than two meters tall, and they released arcane energy visible to the naked eye.

Consistent with the characteristics of their own mutated subordinates - these are also victims of "induced" mutation.

This thought flashed through Belk's mind, and the monsters suddenly launched an attack.

A "Crystal Giant" took a step and rushed towards Belk at a shocking speed. The other giant either charged or raised his hand to create a powerful arc of arc. The young marquis quickly turned around and grabbed the sharp claws that were facing his shoulders and neck with a slight difference. At the same time, the sword swung obliquely, and the illusory flame shattered the arc that came from the air. Then the sword continued to cast off, and with a sour metal collision sound, the arm of the second Crystal Giant was cut off.

After briefly resolving the attack, Belk immediately jumped backward, with the long sword in his left hand, and his right hand swung violently in the air. A crystal clear energy blade fell from the sky, nailing the first crystal cluster giant to the ground. A gust of wind that made the scalp cold skipped past Belk's neck almost at the same time. He instantly rushed forward, turned around, and avoided the deadly sneak attack, and several strands of cut hair flew out in the air.

The attacker launched another attack, and Belk briefly adjusted the balance and then raised his sword to greet him.

They crossed over at close range, and in that interlaced less than a hundredth of a second, a pair of eyes that had been partially converted into crystals, and the eyes surrounded by clusters of fine crystals flashed past Belk's eyes.

He was a little surprised, and he still felt that those eyes looked familiar...

...

A woman wearing a green priest's skirt, beautiful and dignified upper body, but hideous plant roots on the lower body slowly walked out of the flames and walked step by step towards Edmund Moen.

Edmund, wearing black armor and wolves cloak, stood behind the table, staring at the woman who walked out of the flames, staring at the female principal of the Death Society of All Things.

"All this is your conspiracy?" He said in a deep voice. Before he could finish his words, a black sword had already appeared in his hands.

At the same time, he noticed that the attendants and guards standing not far away had no response, as if they had fallen into some hypnosis, and had completely ignored the appearance of the invaders.

Belltila came to the opposite side of the long table slowly, looked at Prince Ansu in front of her, and showed a faint smile on her face: "For others, this is a conspiracy, for you, this is an open conspiracy, isn't it? Our 'alliance'..."

Edmund knew that this strange woman was extremely dangerous and powerful. While quietly giving him blessings from the Knight Realm, he suppressed his anger and said, "You really can't believe."

"Didn't you know this from the beginning, Your Highness, the confident prince? You just habitually underestimated others and overestimated yourself."

As Belltila said, she took a leisurely chair from the side and sat down calmly in front of Edmund - her legs formed by vines and roots spread and grew, accompanied by rustling sounds, blending with the seat and the ground.

"What the hell do you want to do? What do you want to do?!"

"We?" Belltila smiled, with a very sincere smile - in fact, it was almost the only smile from the heart in seven hundred years, "We want to find a way for mankind, a way for life that can be continued in the malice of the world at the dining table of the gods.

"And I...I'm just here to welcome you, to a brand new you."

"Madman." Edmund felt that he could not understand the ideas of this cultist. He had accumulated strength and did not want any more variables. So his sword was raised, and countless fine black cracks quickly spread out from the tip of the sword, blocking the entire space like a spider web.

The long table turned into dust in the cracks, and the seats were split one by one. However, before the deadly black crack spread to Bell Tira, waves of headaches were bursting, and whispers and whispers of sanity collapsed suddenly poured into Edmund's mind. He suddenly lost the control of the long sword in his hand, and even staggered and unable to stand.

Belltila quietly watched Edmund support his body with his sword and gradually collapsed, and said lightly: "Do you often feel thirsty lately?"

"Water..." Clever crystal clusters gradually grew on both sides of Edmund's cheeks, and a trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed through his eyes, "Are you poisoning?"

"It's not poison, it's just a blessing - a blessing given by the 'god'."

"You... will ruin...An Su..."

"It was you, or should it be you," Belltila looked at the prince in front of him with mercy, "Do you remember that this vortex was opened by you."

Edmund felt his reason dissipating rapidly, and the whispering was quickly depriving him of his ability to think. He spoke with difficulty and said almost instinctively: "I just... want to bring it again... prosperity..."

Belltila stood up from the chair, and she quietly stared at Prince Ansu, who was about to lose her will, with deep eyes and a low tone: "Do you really understand what true prosperity is?"

Edmund's vision was covered with a hazy light curtain, and his eyeballs were quickly reshaped by crystallization. In that alienated vision, he could only see Belltila's eyes clearly. The eyes were deep and firm, as if they were some kind of terrible paranoia, but also with incredible purity and reason.

He didn't understand why a crazy cult suddenly showed such a look.

This look reminded him of a person, a person who returned to this world from the grave.

Before losing his will, he heard the other person's last words:

"You've never really looked down and looked at those humble people."

...

All the attackers of the "crystal clustering" fell down, including the person who looked familiar with his eyes.

She had become a two-meter-tall monster, with energy-charged crystals mixed in the swelling and twisted flesh, but Belk still recognized her.

She fell on the misty street, curled up and shivered slightly, which reminded Belk of the time when he saw each other in an alley not long ago, when she was also curled up on the ground, curled up in the mud.

Belk slowly walked forward, and some small wounds on his body were sharply tingling. He supported his body with his long sword, squatted down in front of the "laundry woman", and was level with the other party's head.

"Who made you like this? Are they also those monsters in black robe?"

The woman who had clustered crystals made a hoarse voice. During a difficult breath, Belk heard an answer that he could not understand: "We are...voluntary, sir."

The young marquis exclaimed: "Why?!"

The "monster" who could no longer see the human appearance raised his head and said softly:
Chapter completed!