War

In the black fog, there is a city of insects.

In half a year, the entire Insect City has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The city walls are equipped with mechanical weapons, forming an impenetrable fortress. Advanced mutants patrol the city, not letting go of any traces. The street lights have all been removed and replaced with ordinary lights.

All those walking on the road were mutants, with obvious marks of monsters on their bodies, and some even drove small monsters to work. They communicated and lived like ordinary people, and there was no difference between those inside and outside the black fog.

People living here have no fear of pollution and no longer need to hide from the darkness and monsters.

Human wisdom, powerful weapons, solid walls built by the City of Insects and evolving leaders.

The mutants living in this city are the most terrifying monsters in the black fog.

The Speaker of the Council walked alone on the street. No one could recognize that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man actually controlled the city. Compared with Partington, this small city was nothing. But for the Mutants, controlling this city was very important.

Soon, the Speaker arrived at the former high-level insect area. Now it has become a place for craftsmen to stay. This was one of their previous agreements, and it was the only place that still maintained its original settings.

The chairman of the council went straight to the top floor, bypassing the laboratories of ordinary craftsmen. The androids guarding the door stopped him, and he did not open the door until he received permission from inside.

The chairman of the council was not in a hurry. He walked in and asked, "How is your research going?"

The laboratory was in a mess, with failed products piled everywhere. Hazel stood in front of the workbench without looking back, with a scruffy face.

"The time you gave is too short. If our plan succeeds in taking back the core of the Mechanical City, we can use it to move the city away. Now we are the only one left, and the progress is very slow."

"I don't want to hear explanations. At this point, I just want to know whether you can complete the task on time."

“It will take some time.”

"At most one month. The Noble Association has not dealt with the affairs of the City of Insects because they were hit hard by the previous Partington Mutation and were powerless. But now that humans have recovered, they will return to the City of Insects sooner or later, and the blood feud will never disappear."

And when they discover that the Insect City has been controlled by the Black Mist believers, it will intensify greater conflicts.

Aibo's evolution is not over yet, and now is not the time to start a war.

"You know how difficult this is. You promised me that you would let me study the Godhead if I got rid of Partington, and I gave away the portals that I had obtained with great difficulty. Now I have neither the Godhead nor the portals. Do you know how unhappy the higher-ups are with me?"

Just as Hai Shiz was complaining, the Speaker of the Parliament suddenly stopped moving and looked towards the highest palace as if he had realized something.

The palace that originally belonged to the [Queen of Insects] has been completely wrapped in silk threads, like a giant monster crawling on the ground. Sticky black mist fills every place, and the creatures sleeping in it are then dragged into a deeper sleep.

The human body and the insect body were perfectly combined, emitting a strong evil aura. A liquid-like black pattern slowly appeared at the end of one of the insect's limbs, spreading out at an extremely slow speed.

In front of the sleeping Aibo was a mirror, which reflected the deep seabed, from which the sound came.

"When will you be well?"

The questioning voice echoed in the space. The sleeper did not say anything, but the other party let out a loud click of the tongue as if he had received some answer.

"This is the last time I'm going to help you, do you hear me? I haven't gotten any benefit from it yet!"

As his voice sounded, the pattern flowed out at a faster speed, forming a faint black bite mark.

......

Dark fog in the middle of the border.

If concealment is not taken into consideration, it is very easy for the Mechanical City to build a basic camp.

A large number of drones quickly dropped supplies. Silver boxes landed and extended, connecting to each other to form a square metal building. A lot of noise was generated as the formation took shape.

As an ally, the Mechanical City not only generously provided combat power, but also provided sufficient wartime resources. The Bloodline's mission was to guard this place. As for dealing with the monsters that were attracted, that was the job of the Mechanical Legion.

"All robots and Legion One, move out."

The mechanic's voice was not loud, and all the mechanical beasts took a step forward, their eyes glowing with scarlet light. The heavy footsteps were deafening, echoing in the violent air. They stepped out of the camp in an orderly manner, and their metal nozzles blew out hot air.

The woman stood in front of the giant mechanical beast. Her tall figure looked very small in front of the beast, which was an average of three meters tall. Her windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and her eyes, which had lost their sleepiness, became cold.

"Everyone, heat up your core, start aiming—"

A hoarse female voice sounded, steam surged, and energy waves spread out in circles. If there were any researchers here, they would be dumbfounded. Even the most sophisticated equipment would have extremely small errors. And the thousands of mechanical monsters present could achieve 100% consistency.

They wore black uniforms with gold edges, exuding a sense of solemnity and nobility. They were divided into different teams based on their weapons, hiding silently among the beasts. They were like knives hidden in their sheaths, inconspicuous before being sharpened, just waiting to be baptized by blood.

This is an artificial human that Xinzhen has spent a lot of money to research and develop, and it is equipped with the latest weapon system.

They were unstoppable, with the offensive power of ferocious beasts and the ability to defeat the army in an orderly manner.

The thick black fog rolled up, weighing on everyone's heart. The sun was rarely seen in the middle of the fog, and the vast fog squeezed into the sky, where countless monsters lived and roamed.

The mechanical army made so much noise that it quickly attracted the monsters' attention.

They rushed here one after another, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The faces of the suppressed bloodline members turned pale. Even though they were experienced in many battles and each of them had gone deep into the middle layer several times, they still couldn't help but feel a palpitation when they saw the scene of thousands of horses galloping.

These were not cows, sheep, ducks, or dogs, but real monsters with fangs and sharp teeth that killed without shedding blood. Even the most arrogant Bloodline members subconsciously thought, "Are we going too far? If we are really entangled by these monsters, I'm afraid there won't be even a bone left."

Those who often wander in the black fog know that the most terrifying thing in fighting in the black fog is not the monster's strength, but being entangled.

Compared to killing each other, humans are undoubtedly more delicious and easier food. And for monsters that can parasitize, humans represent the possibility of leaving the black fog and going to areas with abundant food. This makes humans a sweet potato in the eyes of monsters. Just estimating the number of monsters in front of them is enough to make them gasp.

You know, this is just the nearby area. Once the smell of blood spreads, more and more monsters will come!

Countless eyes were looking forward. The beast was blocking their view, so they couldn't see the woman. The mechanic showed no fear at all. She raised her left hand and swung it down. It hit the ground with a loud noise, and it was extremely powerful.

"Flesh is weak, machines are soaring. Scream the engines and destroy them completely!"

The two torrents collided, creating a huge storm. The sounds of explosions, cannon fire, roars, collisions, etc. mixed together to form a bloody symphony.

"The battle has already started over there, so we can't lose here."

Listening to the sound coming from far away, the red-haired young man had a bright smile on his face, which was enough to arouse the hostility of any male creature. Everyone present lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the handsome and sharp face and the huge monster falling behind him.

They watched helplessly as the other side tore the giant snake that was over 30 meters long into pieces. The bloody scene made people almost vomit just thinking about it. The bloodline people had long been accustomed to killing, but this was the first time they saw someone who completely enjoyed it.

His figure danced on the battlefield, his red hair sticking to his neck, and wherever he went, a bloody rain was set off.

It was the cold god of death, the ghost that would not go away, and a handful of red. When he came close, it meant the arrival of death. Blood soaked his brow and face, but he was still smiling.

This scene was so mysterious that it was frightening. If before this, the people who followed the red-haired young man were still complacent, thinking that they followed a superior who looked lively and cheerful, now they only had regret in their hearts.

If I had known, I would have gone to the mechanical beasts. Although the people there say it's hard to get along with them, it's better than being here! They were really afraid that the other side would get excited and kill them as well. Unconsciously, everyone distanced themselves from Oleus. The red-haired young man realized this, but he didn't care at all.

Blood dripped down, and monsters that came close were either assimilated or died. The snow-white long sword was wrapped around most of the bright red thorns, and it looked even more enchanting after being soaked in blood. Tamed monsters swarmed around him, spreading death further away. Until someone trembled and reminded him: "Master, we have another target."

The red-haired young man who was about to kill barely restrained himself and turned around to look at him with a smile. The man who was being looked at felt weak in the knees and feet and forced himself to smile ingratiatingly.

"Yeah...Okay."

The young man agreed with a smile, and walked towards the crowd, his feet stepping on the wet red.

The bloodline members swallowed their saliva at the same time, and avoided each other like a tide washed away by a reef. The red-haired young man didn't pay attention to these, and walked towards the next target with a brisk pace.

The two vests had clear divisions of labor. One dealt with large numbers of monsters, and the other was responsible for beheading them. The offensive was unstoppable, which actually made the people who stayed in the camp think about it.

A sly-looking bloodline person kept wandering among the crowd, talking to everyone. His goal was very clear, and he quickly walked to the side of the A-level bloodline person who had spoken earlier.

Before he could get close, the Bloodline's younger brother immediately stopped him. The man chuckled and quickly raised his hand.

"It's a misunderstanding, I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to talk to this person."

He lowered his voice as he said this.

"I know you are powerful, but do we really have to hide behind you? We won't gain much merit this way. You are almost at the limit of your transformation. If you don't make a good profit now, you will turn into monsters in the future."

Listening to the other party's instigation, the A-level bloodline was in a state of confusion. He was naturally confident in his own strength, otherwise he would not have been able to form a team. The others also knew that they could only drink soup because their eldest brother was strong, so they all tried to persuade him.

"Yes, big brother. You are already an A-level bloodline person. With our support, there will be no problem."

"If you don't grab more things now, what will you do if your mutation strikes again?"

"I think those nobles kept us in the back row just to grab the credit."

In the era before the Black Mist, adventurers could kill dragons for gold and silver. In the Black Mist era, there were also bloodlines willing to risk their lives for it. The A-level bloodline gritted his teeth, and a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.

“Fuck!”

There were many people around, so they didn't notice someone quietly leaving the corner. He looked ordinary, and his presence was very low, the kind that no one would notice him even if he walked on the street.

They are all blood relatives sent by the Chamber of Commerce and are considered loyal.

The spy who was trying to gather information lowered his voice and said, "I think those people are acting sneakily and are not honest. Should I go and tell that lady?"

"Do you think she's a spoiled young lady?" The man called the boss glanced at him and sneered, "Let them go. If they die, they can only blame themselves."

The spy thought of the owner of his own tavern and could not help but shrink his neck, looking at him with a bit of pity in his eyes.

After a while, the explosions ahead quieted down a bit.

Taking advantage of this time, a small team sneaked out of the base and headed towards the front line.

The time they chose was actually good, just when both sides had finished a round of fighting and were beginning to get tired. They could get credit without having to worry about facing the most intense attack.

Unfortunately, they chose a battlefield dominated by mechanics, so they didn't understand -

The so-called machine is an existence that never stops!