Myriad Realms Exchange Machine

Chapter 350 The Crisis in the Distance

Beyond the city walls is a thick fog.

In the depths of the mist, the most dangerous monsters lurk.

These genuine monsters have an unusually persistent preference for human flesh, and every once in a while they will form a raging wave of beasts, pounce on the black Great Wall that protects civilization, and try to rush into the city.

What is the main component of the mist? Even though the immortality and magic that humans have mastered over the years are still improving, the research on the mist has always been stagnant.

The only thing we know is that this thick white mist, like a milkshake, has a very high corrosive effect on artificial objects such as cement, plastic, and rubber.

In order to investigate everything in the foggy world, the investigation corps came into being.Their task is to go deep into the fog, find the origin of all disasters, and find a way out for the future of mankind.

But the world in the mist is not so easy to walk around.

Even Cenarius, who was once known as a genius, almost fell into this fog, let alone those ordinary people of average level.

Charles looked at the fog in front of him, looked back from time to time, and called softly in coded words.After making sure that the team members behind him were not lost, he proceeded cautiously.

Under the mist, his eyes were red, giving him the ability to temporarily see through the mist.Using the "Eye of Reality" for a long time is a great burden on the body, but other than that, he has no other options.

The team he belonged to suddenly encountered a joint attack from three ghost-level monsters shortly after entering the mist.

During the melee, he and several companions were dispersed and lost in the fog.

If the main force cannot be found as soon as possible, the probability of their death will increase with time.

"Captain, don't worry about me, let's go first." A deep voice came from behind him.

Charles turned around and saw a dark-faced little soldier being supported by his companions, his whole leg was already dripping with blood.

The smell of human blood was restrained by magic and did not spread out, but the little soldier's face turned pale, obviously he was weak from excessive blood loss.

With his current state, even a wolf-level murderer could easily kill him.

Perhaps it was because he felt that there was no hope of survival, and his eyes were blank, so he uttered the same words of begging for death as before.

"Fuck you! Stay alive! We will definitely find our team!" Charles yelled.

Although he also knew that the hope of finding his team would become increasingly slim as time went by, he could not give up.Even if everyone here gives up, he can't give up.

because……

Charles inadvertently touched the photo in his pocket with his finger. It was his son who had just been born. He had to go back alive and spend his first birthday with his child.

Just when he lost his mind for a moment, the old mage walking at the end of the line suddenly made a silent gesture, and at the same time lowered his body as much as possible, his lips trembling slightly.

A spell that made everyone's shapes blend into nature quietly took shape between his fingers, and fell on everyone like a curtain.

"Murderer!" Charles pulled the little soldier over and held him down, carefully controlling his breathing for fear of being discovered.

If the old mage can use magic to cover up everyone's whereabouts without hesitation, then there are only two possibilities, either the number of monsters coming is extremely large, or the murderer is of a very high rank.

At least, it's also a ghost level!
The leaves fell under the churning of the whirlwind, and a pair of wide wings suddenly swept across the forest, covering the sky and the sun, and casting a heavy shadow on the hiding place of everyone.

It turned out to be Fenrir!Sphinx!

Dragon level monster!
Charles looked at the huge monster that descended here, and despair filled his heart layer by layer.

I saw that the monster didn't hesitate too much. Like an emperor patrolling his territory, he strode towards the hiding place with a haughty look.

"It's useless, Fenrir can 'see through' the illusion! We can only fight it!" Charles gritted his teeth, jumped up from his hiding place, and roared.

Following his roar, countless dazzling steel blades condensed into one piece behind his back, and finally turned into a pair of brilliant wings composed of sharp blades.

With the wings flapping, Charles' whole body seemed to be integrated with the countless steel blades at this moment, soaring in the mist, like another bright moon newly born in the mist.

But to indulge Charles's terrifying moves, Fenrir's human face did not show any panic or fear.There is only a kind of contempt from the bone, and banter.

Charles held his breath, and a long sword that shone with the light of the fairy road was condensed into shape in his hand. The sword light shone, extending tens of meters in the mist, and slashed towards Fenrir's head like a comet.

Fenrir grinned grinningly, but spit out a pitch-black sphere from his mouth.

The sphere kept spinning as soon as it appeared, and then slammed into Charles' body.

"Spiritual Spell: Solidification!" the old mage shouted, attaching a layer of golden radiance to Charles' body like a shell.

At the same time, countless tiny robots the size of bees flew up behind another team member.

Holding stingers, these robots followed Charles like shadows.

As long as Charles' blow can create a wound, no matter how shallow or insignificant the wound is, these robots will crawl into the monster's body along the wound, and send the poison into the opponent's heart veins.

Then, the sword light in Charles' hand collided with the black ball spat out by Fenrir.

Charles felt as if his sword had cut into a mass of mud. His strength fell into the mire, and he didn't even resist at all. He instantly melted into this boundless dark swamp.

Then, darkness swallowed him.

After some time, he woke up.

The first thing I saw was the head of the old mage who died with regret.

His body was missing, the bones and flesh at the broken neck were torn apart, and the facial features on his face were distorted and deformed by pain and fear.

It is said that Fenrir likes to hear the screams of his prey. It seems that this rumor is true.

Charles heard the sound of bones breaking, and Fenrir was tearing at the corpse of another person not far away. He was not interested until he was sure that the prey under his claws was completely dead and could no longer groan. He swallowed the fleshy body that had been kneaded into a pulp by himself.

Then, Fenrir turned his head, saw Charles who had woken up, and grinned grimly.

You finally woke up.

Fenrir seemed to be talking.

Next, it's your turn.

(End of this chapter)