Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The fog people did not kill Jin Sheng.

Or rather it didn't kill him completely.

Lu Meng counted the little blue people in detail. They held up the tied human figure, as if they were surrounding him, or as if they were excitedly offering sacrifices in a celebration.

The fog people made clicking sounds from their mouths. They were not talking, but the unconscious sounds of their upper and lower jaws colliding.

‘A dozen fog men. ’

Maybe you can take advantage of a sneak attack to kill two or three quickly, but it's still very tricky if you get into a situation of being besieged.

But Lu Meng is not that reckless.

Killing a few fog men will not change the current situation.

He found that these fog people were moving in a certain direction.

‘They should be a hunting party. ’ Lu Meng thought.

If the trophies captured at one time are not enough, they will not eat them on the spot, but will take them back and eat them together with other trophies.

In the words of the Mongler people, it is their "death paddock".

A paddock is a pen where livestock is kept.

It is also the lair of the fog people.

Lu Meng followed quietly, stepping lightly on the ground and trying not to make the sound of rubbing against the sand.

This place is still some distance from Qingyang Street. If we can find the death paddock built by the fog people, we can know the approximate furthest range of their activities.

A bone dog wearing a snow-white bone plate and a jet-black mane appeared on the other side, imitating Lu Meng's progress and keeping up.

This is a cooperative hunt.

As a natural hunter, its stealth ability is as good as that of its master.

Rather, it is more incredible that Lu Meng, as a human being, has the ability to hide his whereabouts like these beasts.

The fog is thick.

Although it was not as dense as Kirishima, but with the cover of darkness, it was simply difficult to catch up with the running Kirito people while maintaining safety.

Fortunately, they were on their way back and did not deliberately hide the sound of their footsteps.

Xiaogu can also trace the bloody smell along the way.

One person, one dog, and a group of monsters, running in the dark.

…

"you go."

"Yes, sir."

A man in orange robes took the arm-length dagger and turned to look at his opponent.

The long head and grinning mouth were exactly a fog man.

This man-eating monster was surrounded by a group of people at the moment. It roared and swung its stick in all directions. Each sweep could scare away a large circle of people besieging it. However, the next moment more people came closer with weapons. .

It never broke out of this encirclement.

The man who received the order held the knife, his hand still trembling, and shouted:

"dark!"

Then he rushed towards the fog man.

The encirclement formed by the human wall also opened a hole at the right time so that their brother could rush in and eliminate the darkness.

However, Fog Man also discovered this opening.

Having been fighting for a long time, it didn't know what fear meant at all, so it rushed towards the man holding the knife.

"No!"

"Ahhh!"

The man was immediately thrown to the ground, and he grabbed Kirito's slender neck with his hands in a hurry, trying to block the big bite.

His knife-holding hand had already been pinned down.

But how could he stop this tireless monster?

Saliva sloshed on his body, and he saw that the layers of teeth that were not human-like were about to scrape off his face.

throat.

The fog man bit down on a piece of arm armor.

The owner of the arm armor is a tall man with an iron bucket-like helmet on his head and a sleeveless breastplate that protects his crotch from his neck, with a yellow sacred fire pattern painted on it.

The fog man was biting on his forearm at this moment. There was a metal glove here, but the arm further up was naked, revealing thick and knotted muscles.

The tall man took advantage of the opportunity to lift up the Fog Man and threw it back into the crowd.

After a commotion there, a formation was formed again to surround the monster.

"Lord Paladin, I lost to the darkness." The man who was knocked down just now lowered his head in shame.

"Get up, brother, the faith in your heart is not strong enough." The Paladin held his shoulder, "If you are still so weak, how long will it take before you are selected by Oakland and become the Holy Chosen One."

"Yes." The servant of the Holy Kingdom handed over the short knife with both hands.

"Next." The paladin called another servant to come forward and repeated the previous training.

"Lussac, you are too harsh on them." An old man's voice came.

The paladin responded and saw the old man sitting by the fire.

"Priest Valu." Lussac saluted him.

It was these firelights that attracted the fog man just now.

However, the two leaders had no intention of extinguishing the flames.

In their view, it is obvious that darkness wants to extinguish light, and they cannot give in at this time.

"If we cannot strengthen our faith in Auckland, then we can only be defeated by darkness." Lussac said.

"Do you know where we are going..." Priest Valu did not refute his words, but raised his hand and pointed forward:

"What a great city it was, not as great as the blistered hills of God's grace, but as great as our Stark and Bad Tooth towns.

“There used to be many lambs living there, diligently offering piety to Auckland. You protected their safety, and we were responsible for leading them out of the lost way at the right time.

"But now, everything has disappeared, leaving only Narco's ghost lingering here, and the darkness is still growing. In the end, even these monsters can survive here, as if they were their paradise."

Valu pointed to the surrounded fog man.

At this moment, another servant was knocked down by it. This time, several other servants dragged the brother away, and then the next man took the dagger and rushed forward again.

"As long as the source of darkness has not been eradicated, Narco's power will not weaken. She will only get stronger and stronger until she swallows us all." The old man shook his head and said seriously:

"We have been fighting the wrong enemy for so long that we have almost forgotten that those fleshless machines are the number one servants of the devil!"

"But that's not what Priest Terug said." Lussac tried to remember. "He believed that our own moral corruption had failed the Holy Light, and that the entire empire needed a major purification."

He actually didn't know much about these theological issues.

Personally speaking, Lussac prefers to believe that the cross sword in his hand can sweep away all incarnations of darkness.

"Teruge has always been a radical person." Priest Valu did not give in.

"Then according to the priest's opinion, when we go to Hub City this time, we are also fighting against the wrong enemy. Why are you still willing to go, sir?"

"It's normal to have differences in theological views." The old man smiled, "But the command of the Holy Lord is equivalent to Auckland's will..."

"-That's absolutely correct."

Upon hearing this, both of them bowed respectfully to the north.

"No matter what, let these little guys take a break first." Valu took out a small green fruit and handed it to Lussac, "If we continue forward, life will not be as leisurely as it is now. "

The old man himself bit open the skin of a green fruit and sucked the juice.

"It's a pity that there is no good seed among these people." Lussac sighed.

"The Holy Election is just the beginning of a long road. We still need to serve God for a lifetime." Priest Valu comforted, "What's more, the Holy Elections coming this time are all good young men. For everyone's safety, they have already taken the lead. dark."

"Love and loyalty, this is what the Holy Chosen should be like." Lussac pulled out the cross sword on his back, "May the gods bless them."

The blade of the sword reflected the moonlight, exuding a holy brilliance.

The fog man finally broke out of the crowd.

But it was cut off with a single slash.