Margarita

Down the hill was a narrow path with only a few trees growing on it. From a distance, Oreius saw two men coming towards him.

There was nothing around, and they bumped into each other.

Before Orelius could speak, he saw his black-robed men take the lead in attacking, coming towards the red-haired young man from the left and right.

The latter raised his eyebrows, grasped the [Will-O-Wisp] and swept it out horizontally. A dark green flame appeared out of thin air and flew lightly towards the opponent.

These will-o'-the-wisps were completely cold, and sticking to people was like pouring a cup of sulfuric acid. One of them was unable to dodge, and his right hand was immediately burned to a bloody mess.

The terrible injuries did not make him utter even a single wail, and he continued to attack ruthlessly. The red-haired young man knocked them to the ground without much effort. If they were ordinary people, they would have been unconscious, but the two men climbed up under their black robes in a completely inhuman form. One of them suddenly fled in another direction, pulling out a small round card in his hand, which suddenly caught fire without any wind.

It gave Aurelius a very bad feeling. He tried to catch up, but was blocked by another person. He could only watch the other person run away.

In a flash, one of the flying bones hit the escapee accurately, and the second one pierced the burning round plate. The flames dimmed. Dan, who followed the black-robed man, whistled, took off his disguise and jumped out.

"It was a close call. I almost didn't make it."

The obstacle saw that the situation was hopeless and committed suicide without hesitation. His decisiveness was shocking.

This was different from the Black Mist followers that Oreius had seen before, and they acted more cruelly. Oreius glanced at Dan and found that he was the only one there.

"Where's the guide?"

"He is just an ordinary person, and he is useless. I asked him to stay on the mountain and go back to report when necessary."

Dan squatted down and picked up the remains of the round plaque. The leather felt dense and soft, and the symbols embroidered with black thread had been burned and were a little blurred. When he saw what the pattern was, the red-haired young man's eyes went dark.

The flowing lines symbolize black mist, except that the monster in the center has changed. It is similar to the amulet group in Ya'an City, but not the same, and is full of death and blasphemy.

Some people have no fate and will never meet each other, but some people have fate and will travel thousands of miles to meet each other. The last time he met the Black Mist followers was in the south. He really couldn't understand why he could meet these cockroaches everywhere.

The blond nobleman obviously recognized the origin of this thing: "Black Mist followers? What do they want to do?"

"No matter what you do, it looks like you're going inside."

Oreius lifted the black-robed man's robe, revealing an ordinary and unfamiliar face. They carried few items: each of them had a round plate, a small bottle of extremely sweet milky liquid, and some seals used for attack.

These seals were stained with the smell of blood. Dan took one look at them and turned his head away in disgust, refusing to take them.

But this robe was somewhat strange. Mason touched the slightly hairy robe and his heart was moved.

The two men discussed in a low voice for a while, and Dan reluctantly accepted his suggestion. They returned to the hills first, and the blond nobleman led the guide away to pass on the message to others.

After watching them leave, a black hole appeared on the ground next to the red-haired young man. The profiteer walked out of it and took over another black robe.

The merchant stared at the robe for a long time, the flowing scarlet paint forming a disgusted expression. Countless small words danced in his vision, clearly marking its composition.

This is a robe woven from human hair.

As soon as they put on the black robes, the faint sound of crying echoed in their ears, making their expressions even uglier.

The two took all the things that the original owner had and walked back into the wilderness. This time, the dangerous forest was as comfortable as returning home. The moving animals and plants sensed the aura on the robe and made way for it.

As we went deeper, the plants around us gradually changed: the flowers dripping with saliva were swelled from time to time, and the aerial roots of the mutated plants were hanging down, suddenly attacking small animals passing by. Six-legged wild wolves and three-headed rabbits were everywhere. The rich fragrance in the air was intoxicating, mixed with a foul smell that could not be ignored.

This is almost becoming a biological weapon. Just when the humans were about to lose their patience, several giant flowers approached them, breaking their normal behavior. The full buds opened slightly, as if waiting for something.

This kind of spirituality is simply not what plants should have. The red-haired young man hesitated for a while, suppressed his disgust and poured the bottle of liquid in.

The milky white liquid melts in the plants in an instant, nourishing the flowers to become exceptionally gorgeous. They open their flowers and crawl on the ground, their stems almost as thick as the flowers, waiting for humans to take action.

No way...you Black Mist followers are a little too innovative.

At this moment, he was devastated and even thought about going home. But thinking about how far they had come, the two vests decided to walk into the biological elevator with their noses pinched.

The flower swallowed in a human-like motion, then quietly crawled away. Even if someone found this place, it would be impossible to drive these special plants without the black robe and food.

The wet squeezing feeling sent the two of them to an unknown place.

This is an underground space made up of plant roots. Fluorescent plants emit a faint glow overhead, and the walls are similar to plant fibers, showing a slimy green color.

The black-robed man guarding the door turned to look at the newcomer, and did not lower his guard just because the other party successfully passed the first test. He spoke hoarsely: "Password and token."

The two men took out the round tokens in silence. Seeing the damaged round token, the man in black robe frowned: "Your token——"

Before he finished speaking, one of them suddenly approached and covered his mouth. A sweet and fishy taste rushed into his throat, and the black-robed man's eyes turned cold. The alarm was completely controlled by his will. Just when he was about to issue a warning, his thoughts suddenly stopped.

Orelius withdrew his hand, and the wound on his palm healed very quickly, leaving only a faint red mark.

The black-robed guard stood there blankly, as countless thin red lines climbed along his throat and captured his body and mind in an instant.

The guard stopped sounding the alarm and lowered his head in respect and obedience.

"My Lord, what do you want?"

"What is this place?"

"This is one of the research bases of Lady Margarita. We are all followers of the Black Mist who follow that lady."

The red-haired young man frowned: "Who is Margarita?"

"She is the highest commander of the followers of the Western Black Mist, an extremely powerful bloodline who has deals with various high-level polluted beasts in the Black Mist. She is not in the base now."

The terrifying thing about [Divine Weapon] is not that it can strengthen everything, but that it is extremely irresistible when it pollutes sentient creatures.

It is not manipulation, but an influence on one's will. It cannot be detected by ordinary methods. The Black Mist Guard still clearly knows his identity, and his words are full of respect for Lady Margarita. He tells these secrets to Oreius without any concealment, and he is completely unaware that this is a betrayal.

It is an honor to devote one's body and soul to the person in front of him. He should be loyal to Lady Margarita's great plan and obey the orders of the person in front of him. If the other party is the king, then he should fulfill his duties as a subject. How can he let the king down?

Those who could follow Margarita to implement this plan were all confidants. Even the gatekeeper knew a lot. With his detailed introduction, Mason not only knew various passcodes, maps and manpower distribution, but also knew part of their plan.

Sadly, the Dark Mist followers are an extremely large organization.

It lurks in every walk of life, and anyone can be a member of it. The lower the level, the easier it is to join.

First, the Black Mist followers are very powerful and like to use humans as trading materials. If you join them, at least you won't become a target.

Second, the struggle between humans and the black fog has lasted for a whole century, but they have been losing ground all the time. Under high pressure, there must be strong opinions, and they believe that the black fog is the destination of everyone. If humans want to survive, they must seek the protection of monsters, and even evolve into monsters.

This coincides with what the chairman of the parliament said. In the long struggle, there will always be people with insight who realize the true nature of the black fog. But the blood and sacrifices involved are another matter.

Margarita is a staunch supporter of the black fog evolution theory. She believes that humans must evolve to survive. However, black fog pollution is extremely destructive, and evolution can only be achieved with strong physical qualities and willpower. Therefore, the main direction of her research is how to improve the activity of the human body.

All kinds of animals, plants and even monsters are within her experimental range. In order to obtain the most accurate research data, she even uses herself as an experimental subject, thus producing irreversible changes.

Wherever she is, a huge amount of vitality will escape, nourishing the local flora and fauna. This is why the abnormal situation occurs in the Land of Death.

Talking about the Western Commander, the black robe guard was full of respect: "Lady Margarita is a good person. Among the four supreme commanders, she is the purest one."

"She was a murderer, and countless people died in her experiments," Aurelius pointed out.

The black-robed guard said without hesitation: "That is for the future of mankind."

The red-haired young man sighed in his heart. The other party had been completely brainwashed. Margarita must be a smart ruler. Not only did she use violence to suppress her subordinates, but more importantly, she was good at transforming their thoughts and cultivated a group of loyal subordinates who respected her.

He said no more. Since the black-robed guard also didn't know about the strange trace, he decided not to waste any more time here.

The two men followed the instructions of the Black Mist Guard and walked inside. Every once in a while, someone would come to the base to report the outside world, and the black-robed man whose identity they replaced was the one in charge of this mission.

The further we walked in, the more people there were and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

The people in black robes were talking quietly to each other. There were cups of water and snacks on the table. Anyone who was hungry could help themselves. If it weren't for their clothes, Mason would have thought he was in an ordinary laboratory, listening to the researchers chatting and joking.

Feeling a little strange, Mason found the contact person and roughly described the matter of the people sent by the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables.

He only said a few words, which was consistent with his identity as an investigator. The person in charge did not suspect anything, but just frowned slightly: "You did a good job. So many bloodline people gathered here, it seems we have to change places."

Originally, the Black Mist Defense Line was wide and the number of Bloodline people was small, so it was difficult to investigate every anomaly. Now that a group of people had arrived, the first thing they did was to dig deep into the ground nearby to see if there was any problem.

The black-robed man in charge of reporting bowed his head and said humbly, "Thank you for the reward."

Another one continued: "Since the base is changing location, what is our next mission?"

"You can rest in the base for a while. I will report to Lady Margarita before making a decision."

The person in charge spoke hurriedly, sent the two away, and went back to contact his superiors.

The two walked out of the door, and Mason breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately started to get information.

He used the shell of a dishonest businessman, and Aurelius was forced to wait to prevent any mistakes from happening in the chaos.

The profiteer mixed into the crowd, with a mouth as sweet as a lotus flower, and with the intelligence provided by the Black Mist Guards, and the excuse that he had been away for a while, it didn't take him long to gain the trust of these people.

I took the opportunity to put on a humble and inquiring attitude: "What's the matter with the traces outside? With Lady Margarita here, there shouldn't be any blind monsters attacking here."

The black-robed researcher who was chatting with him casually replied, "Don't worry about it. It's just an experiment."

"Oh - that's really interesting."

The black-robed man, who had just returned from work, answered with a smile. Somehow, the researcher felt that there was not much smile in his tone.