The attack flew out, but soon disappeared into the fog.

"Damn it, it happens again!"

He had been searching in the fog for a long time, but this fog did not seem to be ordinary. It not only obscured his perception, but also confused his sense of direction.

So much so that he didn't even know how to get out.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

He began to attack randomly in the fog, but it was of little use. As soon as he stopped attacking, the fog immediately surged up again.

“… …”

What this demon didn't know was that not far away from him, Filven was watching his every move.

And even the army he was looking for was not far away from him.

He had been practically circling in one area for such a long time.

Lost in the fog.

The pinnacle creation of an ancient civilization with extremely advanced alchemy is also known as the "Fog of National Destruction".

It has a strong magic shielding effect, and can also devour the magic of objects containing magic, gradually turning them into useless and ordinary objects.

In the distant past, it has appeared on the historical stage many times, and each time it spread to a scale no less than that of a country, causing huge tragedy.

The reason for this is.

Because humans also have magical powers...

"Huh? It's out!"

The vision in front of them suddenly became clear, making the demons overjoyed.

He subconsciously looked back.

Seeing the fog curtain so close behind him, he hesitated for a long time and finally did not go in.

Because of the deathly silence, even he, a high-ranking demon, felt uneasy, as if there was some terrifying existence hidden behind the fog that could take his life at any time.

"...Finally left."

Feeling the breath fading away, Feiluwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the current Mist of Lost has been modified by our predecessors to a certain degree of control, its corrosiveness on humans cannot be completely avoided. If it is left on for too long, it will cause considerable trouble to the army.

"Pull back the fog and let the army move forward."

"yes."

Seventh Legion.

"Now..."

Hulim muttered to herself with a troubled look on her face.

"What should I do?"

Not far ahead of her.

The corpse of a high-ranking demon lay motionless on the ground.

... ...