âWhat the hell is going on here? â T r an sl at e d b y p ď˝ t l .ď˝ o m
Surprised for a moment, of course.
It was because I couldnât understand why the priests of the Republic rushed through the bubble.
Just in case, I looked around, but the cloudy fog prevents my vision from being caught.
If you put your magical power in your eyes to its limit, nothing will change.
Itâs full of curiosity.
You raise your magical power to its limit, but the blurred vision does not return.
âA trap! A trap! Concentrate as hard as you can!â T r a ns l a te d b y ď˝p m tl .com
âAhhhh!â
âTight and steady! Stay close!â
âWhere?â
You hear a loud voice, but you donât know where to gather. There was fog everywhere.
Can barely recognize that an ally is mixing with an enemy.
I realized that the fog surrounding the current troops seems a little different than usual.
The feeling of feeling bad, like crushing the body, was clearly different until now.
âThe concentration of magic is high. â
Like I said.
Until now, I could not feel any traces of magical power, but the fog surrounding the surrounding area seemed to be artificially formed somehow.
It doesnât have to be explained that it felt like it had entered the dungeon.
âMagic. Magic. â
There are those who come to mind.
But he shouldnât be here.
T ran s l a ted by jp mtl .c oď˝ It doesnât make sense that thereâs a fog summoner here whoâs supposed to be doing water warfare in Castle Rock.
Itâs too much to say that we have to pull important names out of Castelock under pressure from all over.
No, I donât understand how I got out in the first place.
Apparently, Castle was surrounded by his own troops, and he was tightly stopping an ant cub from escaping.
If he and some of his troops have escaped Castle Rock, they should be captured by their radar nets.
I feel like my breathing is shortness and redness in my head.
Itâs hard to make normal judgments, even though we have to judge calmly.
In fact, you donât have to think long.
The most important thing at this point is to blow this situation.
However, the already complicated mind did not allow for any other kind of thinking.
âYou filthy devil! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee! You filthy devil!!! â
It was hard for those who wielded weapons indiscriminately to seem sane no matter what they thought.
Step back one foot and swing your sword, blood splashes and soaks your face.
The inside spills out and screams continue to stick in your ears.
âAhhhh!â
Even though one arm is completely blown off, the bubbling rush reminds me of a fanatic or zombie. Tr an s lat e d b y jp ď˝ t l.ď˝o ď˝
As I bite my lips tightly, I snap my neck again, and then it sags.
The same is true of this condition that came running in from right next to him.
Swinging the sword again, the collapsing doll came into view with the Terminalâs scream.
One of the hostiles came out through the fog from behind.
I had no choice but to pick up my sword as soon as I heard my voice as I was about to blow my head off.
âItâs me! Itâs me, Katia! â
âM-Misika! â
âThere you are. â
âCan others, or not before, see whatâs going on? â
âIâm sorry. In fact, we canât quite figure it out. I got here somehow. But first, you might want to prepare something to cover your mouth and nose. In case youâve noticedâŚ. â
âAre you talking about the fog? â
âYes. Probably a celestial position. because thereâs only one person who can fog an entire area this size. I donât know how he got out of Castle Rock, but this is definitely his work. Perhaps the existing fog has been catalyzed to cover its magic, but unlike before, the concentration of magic is quite explicit. Not only that.â
âWhat else did you find out? â
âIâm not sure. â
Tr an sla te d b y ď˝pď˝ tl.coď˝ âIt doesnât matter if itâs true or not. Tell me.â
âYes⌠itâs just a guess, but it probably contains this mist magic or some kind of unusual medicine. Or it could be a curse. I donât know the details⌠but if the priestâs purification magic doesnât work, itâs likely that another method has been used. â
âGo to hell!! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!â
âWatch out!â
âGo, thank you. Katia.â
âKeep talking. Iâll clear the way. â
âYes, yes. â
âWhat other means do you mean? â
âPersonally, I think itâs a potion made of alchemy. We donât know exactly how it works, but itâs probably a stimulant or an aphrodisiac or some kind of hallucinogen. One thingâs for sure is that the more you get exposed to this fog, the more it affects you. Monsters that previously raided the troops are also most likely affected by this fog. And of course, as I said, itâs all just a personal guess. If you donât listen to magic or the priestâs purification spell, thatâs all you can think about⌠Iâm sorry it didnât help. â
âNo, thatâs good enough. Yeah, thatâs enough. Theyâre probably not far from Mishicaâs best guess. because I thought my body was sending a signal. This is a bit different from psychic magic. If it was magic like that, it wouldnât have lasted that long. Perhaps the lower the resistance, the faster it will work. And the same is true of the time it lasts. â
âYes, thatâs right. The lower your Magic Power or Health is, the more deadly it will be. Perhaps there is a chance that the potion that Lee Young made was made by the heavenly body fogâŚ. â
âI can imagine. â
âThatâs all I can guess. Katia. What are you going to do nowâŚ? â
âRegroup the troops for now. They find wizards, they push the fog out of the way, out of the way. Thatâs the first one. There is no other alternative. â
âYes.â
âIâll move a little faster. Michigan, stay close and follow me. â
âYes!â
In fact, it is not a big accomplishment.
But at least I have the will to know how things are going to work out and whatâs going on.
The problem is then.
The biggest question is how to overcome this ridiculous situation.
âDie! Die! Die! The Varyan God will not forgive you! â
âHey, let go of me! â
âBastards! Bastards! Die, you maniacs! â
âIt will be you who die. Damned sons of devils! â
The more you get out after hurting the fog, the more you look.
The armed men surrounded a soldier and kept stamping him down, and on one side, I noticed that he was crushing his face with his hands.
I want to move.
Of course I wanted to move to save them, but I couldnât tell which side was an ally and which was the enemy.
They are not the only ones wearing the priestly costumes of the Pharisees.
From the men in the Republicâs military uniforms to the men with badges.
Even those who appear to be civilians are mixed up.
Distinguishing an enemy from an ally is meaningless.
Needless to say, the situation is accelerating more and more over time.
âDie!â
âFriendly! Friendly! Donât swing it!â
âDie! Get lost! Stay away from me! Nobody, nobody come near me! Bastards!â
âYou crazy bastard! â
âStay away from me! â
âStay together! Stay together! â
âInto a dense formation! Defend in tight formation! Into a crowd!â
âStay away from me! You crazy bastards! Aaaaahhhh!â
âThe gods will punish you! â
âYou filthy devils! Get lost! Die!! The goddess of Benigor and the god of the Pharisees will be with you. Those punitive bastards! â
âKill! Kill them all! â
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âFriends. Swing. Aaaaah!â
âFriendly! Friendly! Geb, itâs me! Me!â
âAhhhh!â
âDamnâŚ. â
âDamnâŚ. â
Damn it!
âKatia. â
âHold on tight. Perhaps the rear guard is centered around the wizard. â
âYes⌠yes. â
There can be no better word to describe this scenery than the word hell.
Blood splatters and sticky floors often smell nasty.
My body is getting wet and my hair is getting sweaty.
Screams and shouts pierce my ears, and the sound of excitement echoes in my head.
The more you inhale, the more dizzy you get.
Maybe Iâm blushing, too.
It made me realize that I was receiving the medication.
Of course, Iâm not the only one affected.
An enthusiastic allied force can no longer distinguish it from the enemy forces that have already struck this way.
Everyone who is out of sight is facing the enemy.
Those who slash allies while continuing to wield their swords in fear, or those who are already surrounded by enemies who are suffering horribly slaughter, absorb the fog of madness over time.
This place is already a battlefield, hearing only screams and crazy laughter.
âWhat are you up against? What the hellâŚ.â
âDie!!! â
âHelp. Help⌠Save me!! Iâm not, Iâm not! Cough.â
âIâm going to let you bastards take over the Republic⌠â
âDonât do this. Stay away from me! I made a mistake. I did everything wrong. Stay away from me. Please donât do this. IâŚâ
âHelp me, please. MomâŚâ
âKill! Kill⌠Heeheeheeheeheehee!â
âDie!!!! â
âHelp me.â
â âŚâŚ. â
âHelp me. Katia⌠Help me. Help⌠me. â
âSis⌠â
Itâs not the fog.
I feel like my vision is getting more and more strange.
I hear hallucinations and have hallucinations.
As the sword continues to swing, the faces of those who fall in vomiting blood distort like demons.
âHallucinations and hallucinations. â
Everything is hallucinations and hallucinations.
Itâs not that I donât know it, but Iâm getting more and more agitated.
Itâs like magic. No, itâs like a curse.
âMisika⌠are you following me properly?â â
I looked back a little, but the man in glasses disappears from view.
I bit my lip tightly, but nothing changed.
It is impossible to find him in this state.
âKatia! â
When I turned my head to the voice next to me, I saw a huge monster.
âW, now. â
âDie⌠â
âYes?â
âDie⌠die! You monster! â
âWhat the⌠Cough. â
Itâs only a matter of time before the monsterâs throat falls.
But when I opened my eyes, the unknown soldierâs head was lying on the ground.
Itâs getting harder and harder to breathe and more distorted by the unknown horror.
It feels like everything is turning red and swirling.
Tears keep coming out of my eyes in situations I donât understand.
I bitten my lip tightly, but I couldnât understand the situation for the first time in my life, and I kept pushing my mind into a corner.
âSave me⌠Katia. â
âYou must be purified! We have to purify.â
âKatia.â
âI will bring salvation. Salvation of light! The armies of light will drive you out. â