Are you a Black Mist believer?

The transparent wings fluttered. To the two people who were now the size of bees, the forest was like a land of giants.

Once you enter here, you will see the wealth of the profiteers burning at a rapid speed. The unbearable sense of being watched comes from every blade of grass and every leaf. All plants are his eyes, and nothing unusual can escape his watch.

This forest is his kingdom of God. Countless creatures thrive here, carnivores and herbivores lick each other's hair, everything is thriving, like a paradise.

Through the dense branches, one can see that there is no sun or moon above the forest. The black fog is like an airtight curtain, covering the entire forest.

Every time the branches of the trees sway, they absorb the heavy pollution and spit it out. The entire forest is like a giant monster, waiting to devour anyone who enters.

The green tide created by Margarita was nothing compared to it. The two of them carefully landed on a six-legged deer and used it as a means of transportation.

Things left behind by humans can be seen everywhere in the forest: equipment, scrap materials, failed cultivation products, and even black-robed Black Mist believers. These garbage can no longer be called human beings. The mutation process is affected by the vigorous vitality and has derived various forms that only appear in nightmares.

Not everyone can adapt to the environment here. Once the power in the body is unbalanced, they will become monsters. Even so, the territory of [Aoki Tree] is still a place where Black Mist followers flock to. Black Mist is the source of pollution, and pollution brings death and power.

The deer was unaware that he had two extra passengers. He ran over the tree roots and soon arrived at a lake.

The soft grass was slightly concave when stepped on, and the pink and white flowers blossomed in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance. The deer were leisurely resting by the lake. When they saw the members coming back, several six-legged deer stood up to greet them, and greeted each other in a close and friendly manner.

If we ignore the occasional sharp teeth of the deer, the occasional swaying of the grass without wind, and the occasional huge ripples in the water, this scene is very interesting.

When the deer dispersed, Oreius bit his finger and dripped blood on the deer.

This drop of blood was smaller than usual, and its color was so bright red that it was blinding. If you stretched it out, you could see that countless crimson charms that had been compressed to the extreme were forcibly compressed into this drop and merged into the deer's back.

The thin lines continued to spread, the six-legged deer let out a mournful cry, staggered and tried to fall to the ground, but stopped at the last second.

The companions around it approached and asked it with worried voices if it was okay. The six-legged deer called out and jumped twice on the spot. It waited for the other deer to disperse before running deeper into the forest.

Under Oleus' control, the six-legged deer's movements became extremely agile. It followed the traces left by humans and avoided various dangerous traps until it found two Black Mist followers chatting under a tree.

The six-legged deer stopped and bent over to eat the grass on the ground. A Black Mist believer glanced at it, but did not deliberately avoid this ubiquitous little animal.

"Lady Margarita hasn't come back yet?"

"Well, don't worry, Lady Margarita is very strong. We just need to take care of the sacrifice."

The Black Mist believer who answered leaned against a tree, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and began to puff away leisurely.

"Huh... I haven't smoked such authentic tobacco in a long time. You must have connections. No wonder His Majesty the Green Mist Tree has such a favorable impression of you."

The first Black Mist believer flattered, "It would be great if you like it. I'm new here, so I need your care."

"I knew you were up to no good by calling me out alone." The other party laughed and cursed, glancing at the six-legged deer grazing nearby. "I know what you want to ask, but it's not a good place to talk. Come with me."

As the two were about to leave, the six-legged deer slowly rubbed against their side. Looking at the deer's watery eyes, the second Black Mist believer was stunned for a moment: "Is this guy hungry? We have to leave quickly. Although His Majesty [Green Mist Tree] forbids monsters to attack us, but..."

Before he could finish his words, he groaned and knelt down.

Scarlet blood wrapped around the deer's hooves, intensifying ordinary blows into a blow as painful as a meteor hammer. The victim's face turned pale and his knees could be heard cracking faintly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the six-legged deer kicked him in the face again, and he fell down with his eyes rolled back.

This also exhausted the potential of the six-legged deer. It convulsed and fell to the ground, with its hooves bursting and revealing its white bones.

The first Black Mist follower turned and ran. The red-haired young man jumped off the deer's back, and rushed towards the other side like lightning. The Black Mist follower rolled over as if he had eyes behind him. The two of them only saw each other once, and an unexpected sound came from under the black robe.

"Wait, wait, Master Oreius!"

The voice was so familiar that Orelius was stunned for a moment. The barrier set up by the profiteer protected this space, giving him time to find the corresponding person in his mind.

"You're... Ricks?"

The black robe was lifted up, revealing a face that looked aggrieved. Rex nodded his head: "It's me! It's me!"

The red-haired young man touched his waist subconsciously: "Are you a Black Mist believer?"

"...I am not, sir!"

Ricks glanced at where his hands were and immediately felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the ceiling.

"Listen to my explanation! I'm really not! We are just a team that came to investigate. After the association got the location of the [Blue Mist Tree], they sent the Black Mist Exploration Team to confirm the location. We are the fastest one."

Aurelius looked at him suspiciously: "Then how did you get in?"

Ricks paused, his eyes wandering: "Uh... just, just, just came in like this."

The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the profiteer: "This person is so secretive and unreliable. Maybe he is a fake. Otherwise, we..."

The black-robed merchant understood what he meant and said, "You are right. Stay here and I will find a monster to destroy the corpse and the remains."

Ricks was shocked: "No, no, no, I can explain! I have evidence!"

The red-haired young man kicked the Black Mist believer who was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. He had a vicious face with sharp features, which reminded people of a newly sharpened knife. Just a light touch would cause blood to gush out, making the prey tremble even to the bones and flesh.

"You better have."

The threat in these words hit him, and Ricks gave in in an instant. "My companions are waiting for me outside, but they can't get in. And I have a special bloodline, which allows me to move freely in the black fog, so I became a member of the expedition team. As long as I get out, I can prove my innocence!"

The profiteer came closer and looked at his face jokingly: "Really? Although you said so, we can't leave now, so we can't confirm the truth. The [Green Mist Tree] monitors this forest at all times. Even if you pretended to be a Black Mist believer and deceived others, can you hide from its gaze?"

"In fact, I was discovered. But... you may not believe it."

Rex was weak and helpless: "When I was captured, I found that the Black Mist followers had sent many people to the [Green Mist Tree]. They also wanted to use me as a sacrifice. So I used my ability on the [Green Mist Tree], and it liked me and let me go..."

“.....”

"Why don't we discuss how to kill this evil businessman and silence him?"

"That's what I meant, Oreius."

"...Believe me, I am not a believer in the Black Mist!"

Ricks was about to cry, looking at the naked disbelief on the other person's face. He was filled with great sorrow.

God knows why he met an acquaintance while on a mission, and why he ended up in this situation. Was it destined to be a mistake when he accepted this mission? He should not have been so obsessed as to choose to go in alone, and wait outside with his companions for the strong to come to support him...

It's death anyway. Rex looked sad: "Everything I said is true! Even if you want to kill me, I will wait until later. I have to deal with the matter of [Blue Mist Tree] first!"

After hearing the serious matter, Aurelius decided not to tease him any more.

Although Rex was secretive about many things, he certainly didn't look like a follower of the Black Mist.

The reason is simple: this guy is just too scared and too afraid of death.

For example, now, Oleus had no doubt that he could survive if he just called out "Dad", and Rex would hug his thighs and call him dad affectionately with tears in his eyes.

Such a person has absolutely no reason to join the followers of the Black Mist. The profiteer took advantage of their conversation to dispose of the body. Rex stared at the background filled with green smoke in silence. The sizzling sound of flesh rotting and the voice of the red-haired young man overlapped. At this moment, he almost thought he had seen a devil.

"If what you say is true, then take us to find the Blue Mist Tree. Since you have integrated into their group, you should be able to do it."

Oleus threatened half-seriously. He and the profiteer turned into little guys again and fell into Rex's palm. The latter looked again and again with his mouth wide open, and finally compromised and put the two little guys in his pocket.

Rex reminded Orelius of his glorious deeds with concern.

"We are now in the enemy's base camp. I will escort you there, but you must not act rashly."

Little Oreius kicked him in the pocket to signal him to shut up, and Rex obediently kept quiet and walked towards the depths of the forest as the two men requested. When he met the Black Mist believers on patrol, he greeted them familiarly.

"Those people have been sent to His Majesty the Green Mist Tree, right?"

The other party nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

"That's good. With Your Majesty watching over us, the chances of accidents will be lower."

"Yes, Lady Margarita hasn't come back yet. I wonder if something happened."

"Be careful and don't let anyone in. I'm going to hand over my shift first."

"good."

The Black Mist believer subconsciously made way and watched the other party walk into the forest. He shook his head in confusion until Rex disappeared into the forest.

"Strange, have we met before..."

Perhaps because of the trust in the [Green Mist Tree], patrols in the forest have become much more lax.

Rex pushed his way through with the green light all the way. He would scan the faces of people he knew and pretend to lose when he saw people he didn't know. He was not stopped until he got deep into the inner layer.

He knew the guard and approached him shamelessly and asked, "Can't I come in, too?"

The guard glanced at him and said, "Lady Margarita has just returned and is meeting with His Majesty the Blue Mist Tree."

Hearing this, Ricks' heart skipped a beat.

He stayed here for two days and understood the special status of Margarita here. [Green Mist Tree] was difficult enough, and with Margarita added to the mix, even though he had full trust in Oleus, Rex still had a little worry.

Can they cope with it?

Hiding the worry in his eyes, the young man stepped aside and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll come back later."