Re-integration

Rewind time to when Ricks and the others parted ways with Mason.

Dan, who had hurried over, heard the whole story, punched Ricks hard, and growled, "How dare you let my family do such a dangerous thing!"

"I know! But we have to be responsible for everyone!" Ricks raised his voice, and then lowered it at the last second. His eyes were full of pain. "It took a lot of effort to rescue these people. If something goes wrong, all our efforts will be wasted."

"I think you're just doing this for the credit." Dan sneered, his words were unusually sharp. "If you really want to save these people, why don't you go and confront that monster yourself?"

"If I could go for him, I would rather die!"

"That's easy to say, but they are not your relatives!"

The quarrel between the Bloodline members attracted the attention of the refugees, who looked at the two men nervously. Dan took a deep breath and suppressed his impetuous emotions.

It was obvious that the jellyfish monster floating in the air was no simple thing. This guy Rex actually asked Oleus to follow the owner of the monster!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

A deep feeling of powerlessness rose in Dan's heart. Humans were so insignificant in front of the black fog. Not only was Rex useless, but even if he was here, what could he do?

After all, he was just angry.

This sudden incident made the team's atmosphere very silent. Fortunately, the bloodline members who carried out the mission were all veterans, and they were able to maintain the minimum order even in a strange atmosphere. The monsters on the road were afraid of the existence of the insect army, so they increased their speed to return.

At this rate, they will be able to leave the most dangerous area in about three days. With the support of the human army, they will basically be safe.

With the visible hope, the whole team was inspired. The mutated kowtowworm bloodline began to discuss returning in a low voice, speaking of their hometown with longing. They had been away for too long, so they were a little homesick. Worry and expectation became the main theme of the team.

No one noticed that the Bloodline members were meeting more and more frequently, even Dan, who was the worst enemy of Ricks, was always there. The closer they got to their destination, the more worried they looked.

It's foggy.

A misty black fog came from nowhere, lingering on the plants. This change was gradual, and by the time people noticed it, it was already unstoppable. The mist darkened people's vision, and monsters appeared more and more frequently.

The mutation began with the first mad low-level insectoid.

During the normal walk, a low-level insect citizen who was in charge of guarding suddenly stopped in place. The human walking with it did not notice it until he passed it and found something was wrong.

The low-level insectman suddenly pounced on the person next to him. The insectman on the same team screamed, and his hands turned into sharp insect blades, directly nailing him to death on the spot.

This change shocked everyone. Ricks immediately ordered the crowd to stay away from the insects and hurried to check the reason for their madness.

The Insect Heart has absolute control over the insect people, so why would it suddenly go berserk?

He carefully analyzed the insect's body, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"The concentration of the black mist is too high. This low-level insect is about to mutate."

The low-level insects are consumables created by the Monster Queen, and are even more susceptible to the black mist than humans. The Insect Heart can control monsters, but it cannot control completely mutated lunatics. There is no way to deal with this situation, and humans can only distance themselves from the low-level insects.

In the following time, more and more crazy insects appeared, and people began to fall down in the crowd. The medical bloodline in the team was overwhelmed. The high concentration of pollution was like a poison to humans. Some half-insect kowtow bugs fell into chaos, biting indiscriminately like those low-level insects. The medical bloodline had to tie them up.

Ricks looked at the others, knowing that this was just the beginning.

Over the course of a few days, the fog became increasingly severe. Not only the lower-level insects and contaminated humans, but even some people with higher bloodlines began to show abnormalities.

As the team's progress slowed down, Rex's original hope of a quick victory was lost. After being forced to stay, this overly bloated team attracted the attention of many monsters.

Both insects and humans began to suffer casualties, accelerating the spread of fear in the team.

"We have to speed up and can't stay here any longer. Otherwise, we will be killed by the black fog sooner or later."

"These people can't move very fast. They have been abused too much in Worm City."

"That can't be helped. Let's speed up as much as possible. I don't want anyone to be left behind."

The Black Mist Exploration Team held internal meetings again and again. The only thing to be thankful for was that no one was going to abandon these people, even though such a serious mutation was difficult to cure in humans. Rex felt a little relieved because of this. They were facing an enemy that was difficult to defeat. If there was another internal dispute, he really didn't know what to do.

When he walked out of the woods that served as a meeting room, Flynn, who was guarding the door, grinned at him. This tall and strong bloodline man had been running around outside, and his eyes were dark blue.

"Are we going to die here, Ricks?"

"Of course not."

He said this and hoped so.

On the morning of the fourth day, the density of the black fog reached its peak. The night before, Rex had sent all the low-level insects far away. This was a wise decision. The insect hearts responded to the disappearance in pieces. Looking at the pitch-black darkness, Rex's heart sank. His chest seemed to be blocked and he couldn't breathe.

The worst situation still happened. The entire team was dispersed by the black fog, and no one knew how many people would die next.

Black fog is like a storm and an earthquake. Human beings are too weak to fight against natural disasters.

If there is anyone who can stop the black fog, it must be a god. As a mortal, all he can do is try his best.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

A sharp voice interrupted his thoughts. Dan appeared from nowhere, with blood dripping from the bone sword in his hand. The blond noble said unhappily, "Hurry up and think about what we should do next. I can only save the people around here."

Ricks was stunned, and it was hard for him to imagine that this was what the other party would say. Ever since he knew that he did not stop Oleus from leaving, Dan had never treated him well, let alone actively came to discuss things with him.

Looking at his expression, Dan knew what this guy was thinking. He said, "I'm not an idiot. I can still tell the difference between the important and the unimportant. If Oleus really can't come back, I will make sure you are in trouble. But before that, we have to keep these people alive first!"

He spoke in a decisive and decisive manner, without any hesitation. Hearing the other party's straightforward words, Ricks couldn't help but smile. He was suddenly able to breathe again, and swallowed the foreign object stuck in his chest.

"You're right, we have to keep these people alive."

Otherwise why would they come here?

......

Unlike the others, the priest Malcolm was unfortunate enough to be among the few who were separated.

Even more unfortunate is that he was grouped with a few ordinary people and faced off against the runaway higher-level insectoids.

Unfortunately, Malcolm was exhausted from taking care of the patient the night before and had no ability to fight against the monster. All he could do was save the girl caught by the monster, but he himself became the prey.

The rescued girl wanted to rush over to save him, but was stopped by her companions: "Let him go!!"

“Run!”

The high-ranking insects still had some sanity left. They put their sharp limbs on the priest's neck, leaving tiny bloody marks. Chaos and clarity flashed alternately in their scarlet insect pupils, which delayed their attack.

Malcolm had to be thankful that the control of the Insect Heart was still there, otherwise such a completely runaway high-level insect citizen would be enough to kill several people. The words he shouted obviously stimulated the monster, and the other insect limbs retracted. Blood flowed down the priest's neck, and cold sweat dripped from the man's forehead.

In a few days, Malcolm looked completely different from before. If the people in the temple saw him now, they might find it hard to identify him with the neat and gentle believer. He was darker and thinner, like a real warrior. The Heart of the Insect did not last long, and the eyes of the high-level insects turned completely fierce. Malcolm gritted his teeth and secretly prepared for self-destruction. No matter what, we have to save these ordinary people! ?

I'm sorry, teacher, I can't go back to listen to your teachings.

At the critical moment, a cold light flashed. The high-level insect fell to the ground. The red-haired young man appeared behind him, raised his eyebrows and asked: "That's it?"

His expression was a bit nonchalant, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a hint of madness. His movements were smooth and flowing, and it was obvious that he was a real butcher. At this moment, he looked unusually safe.

Oreius!!

Malcolm was so moved that he almost cried. Aurelius nodded to him and turned around and shouted:

"It's safe here, come on, young master."

Young Master?

Malcolm was stunned by this title. He thought about it for a while, but couldn't find anyone who matched his name. For Orelius to call him "young master", he must be a very powerful bloodline, right?

The sound of rustling footsteps came from not far away. The rescued people finally saw the light coming from the dark fog. Gu Ruo's train appeared not far away without anyone noticing it.

Malcolm was horrified. Ordinary people were fine, but he was a bloodline person who used perception as a direction, and he didn't even notice this train? A woman walked out of the open door first. She was wearing a black windbreaker and black lace-up boots. She was tall and had a pink and purple ponytail. Her temperament revealed a neutral and cool feeling.

The woman looked around and stepped aside to make room for them. The young man behind her then walked out of the car and smiled at them.

He has a comfortable face, if you must describe it, it is comfortable. Malcolm found it difficult to describe his feelings, which made him look at the other person a few more times, and the more he looked, the more fascinated he became.

There seemed to be some mysterious vortex in the other person. At first glance, it didn't seem to be a problem, but once you noticed it, you couldn't take your eyes off it. Whether it was the facial features or the expression, every part was just right. Especially when he smiled, his appearance was full of affinity, and even Malcolm, who had seen the Son of God too many times, couldn't resist it.

Mason didn't notice Malcolm's abnormality. The heart of the goddess of fate is a genuine body, and the integration naturally brought him bonuses. The most intuitive thing is the appearance. Everything about the god is perfect, and people who merge with the body will naturally tend to its state.

The boy thought they had survived the disaster and was still wondering: "What happened?"

Malcolm finally came back to his senses and quickly explained what had happened over the past few days.

The flax-haired boy listened carefully and looked at the woman beside him: "Mechanic, can you bring everyone over?"

“You can try.”

The mechanic thought for a moment and threw the pocket watch into the air. A pair of mechanical wings extended from both sides of the mechanical pocket watch. One became two, two became four, and countless phantom figures appeared in the black mist.

After a while, under the expectant gaze of the crowd, the high-speed buzzing sound of a swarm of bees flapping their wings could be heard from the depths of the black fog, followed by the appearance of blurry figures.

Malcolm's nose almost felt sore, and he smiled with red eyes: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!"

......

Meanwhile, it wasn't just the people who were changing because of the black fog.

Because the Lord of Monsters ordered the black mist to find Mason, the black mist boiled in the entire area. Not only did the fleeing team encounter rampant monsters, it could be said that whenever the black fog came, the monsters began to go crazy in groups.

Only one plain was unusually peaceful. Thick black fog enveloped the land, and the surrounding monsters seemed to be afraid of this place and dared not approach. A strong threat warned them not to have evil thoughts. This threat came from the deeper part of the black fog, where only the most powerful monsters such as the Monster Lord would go. No one knew what was hidden there, and ordinary monsters would die if they approached.

“Crack, crack.”

In silence, the young skeleton half buried in the soil began to move, and the fire of the soul re-ignited in the empty eye sockets. The expensive mechanical devices were all scrapped, revealing the jade-white bones. The young dragon shook its head, not like it had come back from the dead, but like it had just woken up from sleep.

This is indeed the case.

Nidhogg stretched his body and felt that he had become stronger. His mind was still on the conversation with Oreius, and he had no idea why he was here.

"Where is Aurelius?"

The young dragon looked around in confusion. An extremely thick black fog enveloped everything, making it pitch dark.

Nidhogg stumbled forward a few times and suddenly heard a sad song. The song had a strange allure that drew him into the darkness.

The monsters crouched, as if they could sense the terror coming from the depths of the black fog. The fog spread everywhere without any obstruction, silently watching the young dragon walk into it.

Farther away, the fog ends.

The towering beast carried the mountains on its back and roared endlessly, its mournful voice reaching far away. It stared straight ahead, as if waiting for something.