Chapter 602 Lost in the Fog
Soke rushed out of the room and saw the howling and shouting figures. They were like hybrids of humans and fish, with slender bodies, faces like normal humans, no shirts, and gills on their abdomens.

Wielding axes and hammers, they attacked frantically with no thought of taking prisoners, only for the sake of killing.

Most of the residents of the Cape Camp were old, weak, sick and disabled. When the evil attack came, they were powerless to resist and fled howling.

Others were so frightened that they stood still, waiting for the axe to chop them.

The arm was like a tree branch cut off by a sharp blade. With the crisp sound of broken bones, the arm was thrown into the night sky, spinning and splashing blood.

Sok saw a disabled man being hit on the temple by a pickaxe. His skull was pierced and his bones were deformed. His head hit the ground and bounced before he completely lost all breath.

There were corpses everywhere.

“Action, save people!”

Calling on the undead to act quickly.

The undead people, who had already reacted, had started to act without his command, rushing into the disaster team that had come from nowhere and launching a counterattack.

Sok rushed out, and as a necromancer, he instinctively wanted to use magic.

The corpses on the ground were his best source of support. He shook his finger gently and pointed at one of the corpses, but a muffled sound suddenly came from Soke’s back.

He turned his head dully, a fish-gilled bastard.

In his hand he held a hammer with a square head, dotted with dense steel patterns like scales.

The sound of it hitting me was terrible.

Sok, who was not good at close combat and rarely picked up the sword, subconsciously shook his hand. At the same time, the opponent raised the hammer to meet his fist. At the moment of impact, Sok heard a crisp “click” sound, and the arm holding the hammer was easily twisted off like a piece of dry wood, and the hammer slipped out of his hand.

Almost instinctively, Sok swung his fist at the dull fish-gilled bastard.

The fist pressed the opponent’s head into the stomach, and blood plasma oozed out from the neck.

Then there was the pungent smell of incontinence, when a person dies they can no longer control their body, their sphincter loses control, and Sok, who had smelled this smell countless times when handling corpses, felt his blood boil for the first time.

He turned his head and looked around, the fighting was still going on.

Bending down to pick up the square-headed hammer, Sok shook his wrist gently to feel the weight, then rushed towards the next fish-gill freak with it.

The hammer has a very clever use in breaking bones. At first, Sok just used brute force, but after smashing the twelfth person’s head, he mastered the technique of exerting force.

Maybe I was born to be a warrior.

The sound of “clang clang” hit his body, causing pain in his shoulder, and the fishbone javelin pierced through the armor and buried itself in his flesh.

The huge force almost knocked Sok over. He looked at the distance vigilantly. A man with a long and narrow body, like a catfish, was looking at him.

The man grabbed another javelin and was ready to fire.

Sok moved quickly. He had to close the distance between him and the opponent, otherwise he would be seriously injured by the continuous javelin shooting, and the plot development after that would definitely not be very good.

With his feet on the ground, his body jumped up lightly as if it were inflated, and Soke was amazed at his own speed.

But the javelin appeared in his path one step faster.

The hammer was swung, and it collided with the javelin with precision. The sparks that burst out at that moment were like a red rainstorm, dyeing half of the sky red.

When he was about to land, he grabbed the square-headed hammer with both hands and smashed it above his head, like a human-shaped mountain falling from the sky. The fish-gilled freak holding the javelin was hit in the chest by his knee and fell backwards.

But the square-headed hammer was faster and smashed the head into the mud.

“Pah——” the juice splashed.

Soke was breathing heavily, not because he was tired, but because he was excited. The excited blood was burning his flesh and blood.

The whistling sound of breaking through the air came again.

He quickly rolled over to avoid it, and casually threw the square-headed hammer in his hand in the direction of the sound, completely relying on instinct.

A head exploded in the distance.

Excellent fighting instincts had long been hidden in his blood, and were fully activated after he became a Ring Knight.

Another fish-gill freak approached fearlessly.

He kicked the opponent over, then bent down to pick up the javelin, and stabbed the gill monster into the head as it struggled to get up.

A fish-gilled freak in front was staring at a figure that was crawling on the ground and running away.

“Don’t even think about it!”

Almost instinctively, he pulled out the javelin that had just pierced the corpse, and with the corpse’s spasms and blood, he swung out with his wrist and stabbed it accurately into the opponent’s ear.

Run through it and nail it to the ground.

A gill freak is roaring.

“Poseidon!”

Since they appeared, they have only been shouting “Sea God” and have no other language, but they seem to be able to communicate.

The heavy axe in his hand cut open the way forward.

He targeted a hapless Cape camp warrior, and the Gilled Freak stuck the handle of his axe between the man’s legs, easily tripping him up, and raised the axe as the man screamed in despair.

“Bang!” The huge foot kicked over with a dull force, making the fish-gill freak feel dizzy. By the time the fish-gill freak reacted, his back was already pressed against the ground.

The sole of the foot on his chest was very heavy, pressing down on his body and making him unable to move.

The gill freak looked at the tall figure in the red armor. The several swords behind the opponent emitted a dazzling light, as if his spine was pierced by a cross sword.

“Ah!” the fish-gill freak screamed.

What answered him was an axe, a very familiar axe, because the axe was in the hands of the gill freak just a moment ago.

Soke didn’t even look at the corpse on the ground. He slowly became numb. He turned around and looked around. The ground was completely covered with blood.

The land exudes a pungent fishy smell, and muddy footprints are left behind when feet run over it.

Others are resisting.

But the number of undead people was too small to cope with this sudden attack, and the number of casualties could not be controlled.

And when the undead lost their numerical advantage, defeat came as expected.

Another gill freak noticed Sok, the other party was wrapped in blood mist, there was a lot of fighting, and the blood mist sprayed from the heavy bleeding was suspended around him, like a killing god.

The opponent rushed over, but Sok responded almost instinctively – he used the axe to chop from the outside, predicted the opponent’s attack direction, and knocked the opponent’s head off with the axe.

The battle was fierce.

Sok tried to find the Cape Sisters, but all he could see were corpses, piled together indistinguishable from friend or foe.

Smelling the bloody smell coming from the sea breeze, Sok understood that he had to contact the outside world, contact the undead stationed outside, ask for more reinforcements, and then save as many people as possible.

……

“Completely out of sync?”

Lind received unexpected news.

The undead stationed on the other side of the cape camp were singing and dancing. Everyone was watching the live broadcast and chatting. There was a lot to do at night, and they had plenty of snacks.

Some people were bored and went to watch the live broadcast of Cape Camp, which was a “hidden mission” after all.

The mutation came very quickly. The gill monsters attacked the Cape camp and killed a lot of people. But the bad thing was that the undead people on the other side of the camp found that it was very quiet there. There was no war at all. It was more like they didn’t exist in the same space.

The undead began to think of a way to cross the water ahead, fly through the air, and go to the cape camp to take a look at the situation.

But the reality was completely opposite to what they had imagined. After they flew over, they found that it was an empty city.

“What do you know about Poseidon?” Lind looked at Xila.

Sheila was yawning.

Because she was imprisoned for a long time in a continent without magic elements, she has developed some terrible living habits. Eating more and sleeping more is one of them. This habit, which is almost developed out of survival instinct, is difficult to change.

“Poseidon?”

Xila regained some energy and began to think.

“It seems to have fallen from the sky… Hey, where are you going?”

“Slay God.”

Lind could not choose to remain indifferent knowing that aliens might exist.

The flaming wings spread out, carrying his clumsy body toward the sky. The fiery red wings seemed to completely dye the clouds in the sky fiery red.

When the sun had completely set, it seemed as if a fiery cloud appeared on the horizon.

“It looks like Lind!” An undead was studying the fire cloud, and then he discovered the true appearance of the moving “fire cloud”.

Lind landed.

The flaming wings quickly folded up, rolled back into the body, and disappeared without a trace.

The undead tried to ask about the situation, but Lind’s gaze immediately shifted away after looking at the cape camp opposite.

His eyes rested on the water.

Lind didn’t feel anything was wrong when he spoke to Sok before, until he arrived at the scene in person and realized what the problem was.

“Thick fog.”

The strong fog most likely distorted the direction of the ship, causing the ship, which was supposed to be heading to the cape camp, to appear in another place.

This possibility is also very small because the leadership in the Cape Camp has not changed, as can be seen from Sok’s reaction.

So the biggest possibility is that the ship not only picked up Sok and others, but also everyone in the Cape Camp, and then they went to a completely unfamiliar “Cape Camp”.

His eyes stayed on the thick fog rising from the sea, as if he was ready to see clearly what was in the fog. Perhaps there was a city hidden in it, as well as the figures of Sok and others.

Lind was very familiar with the “Poseidon”. There was once a Poseidon in an abandoned port, but of course He died later.

Building a ship on the spot and then entering the thick fog on the sea may seem a bit outrageous, but only by entering the thick fog can you figure out what is happening inside.

Just leave the work to the undead to prepare.

The undead began to act quickly, cutting down trees and building ships. With the help of magic, all this was not only done quickly but also with excellent quality.

Some of the undead guessed that Lind might not let them go with him, so they worked overtime to build a boat for themselves.

The fog was still floating on the water the moment before, welcoming everyone in, and not at all worried about Lind and the others who could only stand on the shore and grin.

But in the next moment, Lind set out with dozens of ships and headed into the thick fog.

As soon as his face touched the thick fog, Lind felt a very familiar feeling. There was a barrier in the thick fog.

Then his vision suddenly became clear. Unexpectedly, after passing through the thick fog, there was a towering castle behind him.

The sky dragon hovers with its wings spread.

“now I understand.”

There was a battle axe in Lind’s hand.

“It turned out to be an illusion.”

He didn’t believe that someone could transfer himself to another space without him noticing. To do this, 7 rings would be useless. At least 8 rings would be needed, and maybe even higher, because anything above 7 rings were Lind’s own guesses.

As if knowing what Lind was thinking, when they passed through the castle gate, they were greeted by a bloody battlefield.

A large number of body parts were chopped off, and the spurting blood drew arcs in the air.

Lind moved quickly, rushing forward the moment the enemy set his sights on him, sweeping his axe and easily taking off his head, then he stretched out his toes like a scorpion’s tail, and the other man fell.

A giant man roared and rushed over, but was slapped in the face by Lind.

The opponent was a little dazed, but what greeted him was Lind’s elbow, quick punch, and finally a slap.

“If you don’t want to die, just be honest!” Lind raised the axe in his hand and his body expanded rapidly.

When he grew as tall as a giant, the fighting figures finally quieted down.

Everyone looked at the giant Linde in awe. The sandstorm he stirred up just by raising his feet was like a storm. No one dared to ignore the powerful giant, especially in the Eastern Continent, a continent full of giant beast forbidden areas.

Gigantic size has always represented greater power.

“It seems like everyone is happy to communicate with me.”

Lind looked at those figures, some of whom were obviously mutants that appeared after the new era. He wondered which god they chose to believe in.

Or maybe it’s just a natural variation of the magic’s influence.

“How did you get here?”

He looked at a man who looked relatively normal. If one ignored the bulging blood vessels that were about to burst his skin and his red eyes, he must be a normal person.

But it’s almost the same now. After Lind showed his absolute advantage, all the crazy people regained their clarity in a short time.

Just like the giant who rushed towards Lind just now, now with blood all over his mouth, he stood there stupidly, staring at Lind’s feet, studying the design concept of his boots.

“battlefield!”

The other party said.

“We are pirates. After robbing a merchant caravan, we headed to the nearest port city and ended up here.”

“You must have encountered a thick fog on the sea before landing.”

“Yes.”

“It looks like we’ve entered a bad space,” Lind said.

The thick fog floating on the sea sent people to where they wanted to go, and then left everyone to kill each other.

Let’s call it Poseidon’s fog.

Lind looked at the people present and thought about how to leave here.

Kill everyone? Obviously impossible, there are many people trapped here for a long time, and they were killed in several waves.

Or wait.

There was another whistling sound outside; it seemed a new one was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)