Black Fog Train
"This... is actually nothing to hide. The craftsmen were the first humans to come into contact with the uncontrolled contaminants. They wanted to obtain more uncontrolled contaminants, which was consistent with our needs, so we reached a cooperation."
"But their idea was so strange. These humans wanted a stable source of uncontrolled pollutants, but they lacked production channels, so they began to find other ways."
There was a hint of silence in the sound of the portal.
"When humans go crazy, pollutants are no match for us. They try to make pollutants active by using more powerful pollution and cheap biological reproduction to make us reproduce ourselves."
As soon as the news came out, the uncontrolled pollutants immediately stopped working. We came to you to cooperate, but you still want to find something to pollute us?
Including the teleportation gate, a large number of uncontrolled pollutants will kill as many people as possible, and those who cannot be killed will run away and never look back.
"But even so, due to the craftsmen's plan to create the final object, some uncontrolled contaminants remained with them, and some results were achieved."
[Out-of-control pollutants] is not a division of abilities, but whether the pollutants have developed self-awareness.
There is a price to pay for using pollutants. If they are deliberately induced, the mortality rate will be greatly increased, so the Aristocratic Association will continue to capture out-of-control pollutants.
Aurelius asked: "What is the ultimate thing?"
"It's the craftsman's delusion. Every out-of-control pollutant knows from birth that we are incomplete and must find something to complete evolution. The craftsman wants to create the strongest out-of-control pollutant and control it. In their conception, this pollutant can rival the power of the Monster Lord and provide protection for humans. That is actually the final form of the out-of-control pollutant after evolution."
Having said this, the portal snorted disdainfully.
"That's a nice thought. If they can do it so easily, why would we bother looking for it? We can just kneel down and worship them as our master, and wait for their reward."
The red-haired young man was a little curious: "So what are you looking for?"
The portal suddenly wilted: "...Actually, I don't know either, but there must be such a thing. When the Black Mist followers first found me, they said they had clues, so I assisted them and they helped me become stronger. But after meeting you, those things are no longer important."
"Um?"
"The pollution in you is really too strong!"
The portal suddenly vibrated and screamed with great excitement.
"So beautiful! So elegant! So powerful! Every time I suck your blood, I can't help but want to eat you whole. Lord Oreius, your blood can make me strong. As long as you are alive, I will have an endless supply of blood. For this, no matter how hard it is, I will definitely let you live!"
“…”
By the end, the sound of the portal had become quite morbid. The red-haired young man didn't know how to respond for a moment, he just felt amazed.
These days, not only are people perverted, but doors are perverted too.
Each person communicated in their mind and learned a lot about the out-of-control pollutants. Outside of their mind, the woodchuck monsters worked day and night.
Of course, they couldn't just run into the border of the Black Mist. Margarita made some teleporting plants in advance to help the Black Mist believers avoid the most strictly guarded areas.
The closer she got to the border, the more trouble she encountered. When she finally ran into a group of interceptors, she had to stay and deal with this group of troublesome guys.
Truth cannot be hidden. The head of the Portlem family, one of the three major families in the west, came with his men to intercept.
Seeing Ai Bo in the team, someone in the interception team was shocked: "You are..."
"Ah, it looks like I've been recognized. It's really inconvenient to deal with people from my own family. I'd better kill you."
Ai Bo said this in a distressed tone, with no sign of distress on his face.
The descendants of the Garcia family no longer knew what expression to show.
"Why are you here? With these guys!?"
Patriarch Portlem had already received a hint from the association, so he was not too surprised. He warned coldly, "Aibo Garcia, it's not too late to surrender now, or I will be rude to you."
"You guys don't seem to understand that I was not one of you from the beginning."
These words made the face of the descendant of the Garcia family turn pale, then dark, and finally turned into gnashing hatred.
"How dare you... The Garcia family would never betray humanity!"
As proud as he was of Aibo before, he now wanted to kill him and wash away the shame for his family.
"Yes, I know. Garcia who pursues glory, Garcia who craves fame. Even if my father is a bastard who would do anything for fame and fortune, even letting his mistress kill his own son, he still won't throw himself into the Black Mist. I'm tired of it. Garcia, Portlem, if you get in my way, I beg you to die."
The cruel words foreshadowed the bloody beginning. The head of the Portlem family's face darkened, and he activated his bloodline ability without hesitation.
The earth roared, and the land surged like soft waves, wanting to swallow all enemies.
Margarita took out a bag of crystals from her arms and threw it to the Black Mist believer behind her. Countless plants sprouted from under her feet, fixing the soil with their strong roots, and then launched an attack on the enemy.
The bloodline people guessed what she was going to do when they saw her move, and they hurriedly tried to stop her. Aibo landed in front of them lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't forget that I am still here."
In the chaos of the fight, the woodchucks took the opportunity to escape with the believers. They knew the way even without their master, and they kept going into the black fog.
After running for an unknown amount of time, they finally stopped. The Black Mist followers climbed down the woodchuck's back, seemingly waiting for something.
They didn't have to wait long before a metal train emerged from the black fog. It looked like an old steam train, with a huge headlight on the front. The exterior was covered in rust, and the empty interior of the train could be seen through the glass windows.
The train whistled loudly and stopped in front of them. The door opened automatically, and a translucent blurry figure appeared inside the door and spoke in a hoarse voice: "One seat per person, the conductor will check the tickets soon, please don't crowd."
The leader took out a handful of sparkling crystals from his pocket and handed it to it, which was exactly the same number as everyone else.
The blurry figure took the crystal stone but did not make way for it: "We are short of two tickets. Please pay on time."
The leading Black Mist believer was suddenly startled and cast his eyes into the crowd: "Who sneaked in?!"
The blurry figure remained motionless, repeating: "There are still two tickets missing, please pay on time; there are still two tickets missing, please pay on time; please pay on time, pay on time, pay on time..."
Accompanied by screams that gradually became louder, the appearance of the train became more and more dilapidated, the lights went out, and strange quarrels came from the carriage, as if they were dissatisfied with them for causing the train delay.
A drop of sweat dripped down the leader's forehead, and he suddenly broke the necks of the two people beside him. The latter opened their eyes wide in shock, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The conductor's voice suddenly stopped, and he put the crystal into his mouth, and finally gave way with a crunching sound.
"Everyone, please get in the car."
The leader's face was as dark as ink, and he glared at the people behind him viciously. When he got to the place, he would make sure those hiding among them would be punished!
Once everyone is on board, the train doors will close automatically.
The Black Mist followers sat down at a proper but not loose distance, and the leader, with a gloomy face, began to check the identities of each one, looking for the enemy who got on the car with them.
The profiteer put away the binoculars. The two of them hid in their hoods, listening quietly to the "clang, clang" sound of the train moving forward.
The train sped away at a very fast speed. After they boarded the train with the green ribbon, the blurry figures did not make any sound again.
.......
At the same time, in the territory of the Ferdinand family, one of the three major families in the west.
The church had no intention of recalling the Son of God, and implicitly asked him to stay here for a while. Therefore, Canaan had been a guest in Ferdinand's family.
They said they were visiting, but in fact they were just taken to the training ground every day to help the soldiers recover their strength.
The silver-haired young man handed the water to the strong bloodline man and suddenly asked: "Will there be a train in the black fog?"
"Huh? Of course not. But if you really encounter a shabby old train emerging from the fog, you'd better run away quickly. It's a fog train."
Charles took the water he handed over, raised his head and drank it all up. He wiped the sweat off his face and explained casually.
"That has been a legend on the western frontier for many years. It is said that there is an ancient train running in the black fog. As long as you show your ticket, you can get on the train and go anywhere you want. But if you want to get on the train, you must pay a soul."
"There are three taboos on the train: do not damage the train itself, do not owe tickets, and do not get off at a station other than your destination."
"What happens if you violate this?"
"I don't know about that." He spread his hands. "The reason why taboos are taboos is because everyone who violates them is already dead."
......
The leader naturally had no way of finding the two vests hiding in the hoods, and his expression became more and more angry.
He cursed in a low voice, not afraid of what might happen if the two followed them back. After all, that was their base camp, and any adult could easily crush the two little mice.
He was afraid that this would bring punishment upon himself.
Regardless of what the Black Mist followers thought, the train still slowly stopped. A blurry figure reappeared in front of the door and hoarsely reminded the passengers.
"The vehicle has arrived at the station. Please get off the bus."
The Black Mist believers got off the train one after another, carrying their green silk ribbons. The train doors closed behind them and they drove silently into the black mist.
This is a green kingdom that grew up on a barren land. All the green imaginable is gathered here, with towering trees, green grass, and deep tranquility. The vines and branches hanging from the heights are intertwined, weaving a green curtain. The cool and moist wind blowing through the forest makes those who smell it feel refreshed.
When the Black Mist believer approached, the vines stretched out like living creatures and took the green cocoons. The vines that passed over the hood suddenly stopped and turned around. The Black Mist believer was stunned for a moment, and then he felt his clothes lighten, and the vines turned into a curved knife and cut his clothes directly.
"!"
As a result, Oleus and the profiteer fell out, and [Netherworld] slipped out of their hands, exposing the two to everyone's sight. The leader was stunned for a moment and then became furious: "You didn't find these two guys on you? Catch them!"
The vines attacked before anyone else, like a group of nimble snakes, attacking the two vests. The latter instantly returned to their original form and quickly distanced themselves from them.
A mighty aura came from the forest, pressing heavily on them, making them unable to move.
The profiteers' treasures disappeared at an astonishing speed, erasing their existence like an eraser. The vines paused for a moment, and in a moment, the two men's auras completely disappeared.
“…”
Avoiding the eyes of the gods is not an easy task. A large number of vines stretched out from the forest, searching every place carefully, until they really couldn't find anything and then returned to the forest. They accepted the remaining Black Mist believers and brought the Green Coil into the forest.
It was not until they had been inside for quite some time that something started to crawl up from the ground.
I rustled and entered the forest carefully, taking advantage of the wind. The forest was unaware of the intruders and remained quiet and peaceful.