Nightmare Light

Chapter 105: Mist Tribe Temple
At the same time, deep in the fog.

Footsteps and panting were heard, and a fat man broke through the fog, rushed to a facility, and looked up at the facility in front of him.

Hou Xuanzhang's face was full of fanaticism.

In front of him, a huge pyramid-shaped building with an ancient style was hidden in the mist.

Roughly estimated, the building is a hundred meters high and wide. The outer contour of the building is made of huge ochre stones, and is carved with complex and mysterious runes.

Around Lao Hou, more than a dozen Mist Clan soldiers were lying on the ground in a mess, with smoke coming out of their gun muzzles and bullet casings scattered all over the ground. Many of them were groaning in pain.

There were more than a dozen wounds of varying depths on Hou Xuanzhang's body, with flesh turning red and blood oozing out. However, as he approached the pyramid step by step, the wounds on his body began to heal visibly with the naked eye. Several copper-yellow bullets were twisted and deformed, squeezed out of the wounds, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

At the site of wound healing, hyperplasia and granulation tissue are wriggling.

He looked up at the entrance of the pyramid, his facial muscles twisted violently, and his heart seemed to be struggling violently with something, but after a few seconds, an excited and crazy look appeared on Lao Hou's face.

"Promotion... the ultimate promotion for the Mist Clan!"

"Lao Wu! Let me help you!"

Hou Xuanzhang shouted and rushed towards the entrance of the pyramid.

He is agile and doesn't look like a 200-pound fat man at all.

"Promotion!"

He rushed to the pyramid entrance.

When approaching the entrance, a large amount of bloody flesh and blood suddenly gushed out from the huge stone gate, wrapping up Lao Hou in an instant, and then shrinking and "swallowing" him into the stone gate.

After a few seconds of silence in the stone gate, the mass of flesh and blood surged out again, stretching and squirming, and pounced towards the soldiers outside the pyramid!
“No…don’t, don’t!”

"what!"

……

Just as Lao Hou rushed into the pyramid, Lin Wang, Sen, and the Mist Clan soldiers were running rapidly in the fog.

"Old Gu, there is something I have always been curious about." Lin Wang asked Gu Shuochuan while running.

"Ok?"

"Why have I entered the fog so many times, but never discovered that you have any... means of transportation?" Lin Wang gestured with his hands. "You know, I mean, those mechanized, long-distance transportation, like cars or something."

"The Fog Tribe has its own mechanical means of transportation." Lao Gu said calmly, "No normal means of transportation can travel through the fog—because there's no vision."

"So the Mist Tribe developed their own means of transportation—a shuttle with tracks. Because of the tracks, the need for vision is greatly reduced, making it very suitable for the Mist Tribe."

Is it some kind of train-like thing? Lin Wang imagined a long steel snake.

"But," Gu Shuochuan changed the subject, "with the rails, although the need for vision has decreased, the need for safety hasn't decreased—on the contrary, the mist spirits would easily be enraged by a shuttle that breaks through the weapon."

"So for most people in the Mist Tribe, walking is still the main choice for travel."

Lao Gu smiled and said, "It is said that some researchers are working on a car that can be driven freely in fog... Let's look forward to it."

So that's the reason...

Lin Wang pondered for a moment and asked, "There's one thing I don't understand—why did you happen to be there?"

Lao Gu shook his head. "After that Candle Clan member entered the fog, he headed straight for the temple. After the sentries discovered them, the commander split us into two groups. One group was to capture the person who sneaked into the temple, and the other was to guard the entrance to prevent further intruders. We were the second group."

Lin Wang sweated profusely on his forehead: Someone will come later... or the Crusaders...

"By the time we get to the temple, the temple guards and the pursuers sent from the city should have already captured that Candle Clan member." Lao Gu glanced at Sen and said, "Let's make it clear in advance that this guy is a prisoner from the Mist Clan, and we need to interrogate him first." "Let's catch him first," Sen said calmly. "Hou Xuanzhang won't be that easy to catch."

Gu Shuochuan snorted and didn't take Miss Saint's words to heart - he felt that the latter was just being stubborn. With more than a dozen elite soldiers, including a layman of the Mist Clan, even the strongest enemy would be subdued.

Even if the opponent is very strong and difficult to defeat at once, can't so many people hold back one person?
With this idea in mind, they moved forward a little further.

Then, a huge pyramid-shaped building appeared in front of everyone.

"This is the temple closest to Qilou City! It's also the largest of the Mist Tribe Gods... What?"

Lao Gu trembled all over, showing a look of shock and confusion.

He took two quick steps and ran to the open space of the temple.

Lin Wang and Sen looked at each other and followed closely.

After running to the open space, everyone found that there were weapons and equipment everywhere, but no one was there.

"Where are the people? Where have they gone?" Lao Gu was filled with shock and anger. He shouted a few words to the surroundings. He then calmed down and gestured to the soldiers, "Alert! Search! Keep your distance! Send a hundred messages!"

"Received! Voice transmission!"

"Sound transmission!"

The soldiers dispersed in all directions.

Lin Wang noticed that when these soldiers started to move, they all pressed the button on their left wrist watches at the same time.

In normal vision, there was no change after pressing the watch, but in the super-dimensional perspective, Lin Wang clearly saw that the watch was emitting pulse energy at a stable frequency.

When the pulse energy was emitted a hundred times, the soldiers, who had already spread out to a certain distance in the fog and could hardly see each other, made sounds in unison.

"Voice transmission is safe."

"Safe." "Safe."

Lin Wang secretly praised it in his heart, but he was a little confused.

He asked Lao Gu, "Tangsheng City has a helmet that allows soldiers to synchronize sound and images, and also allows everyone to enter the same mental stability field. Why don't the Mist Tribe use that?"

"That's Temple technology." Lao Gu shook his head lightly, picked up another shell from the ground, and frowned slowly, his face misting violently. "It's still warm. It wasn't long after the battle."

Gu Shuochuan looked at the ground around him: "The footsteps were messy... Before the soldiers disappeared, there was a fierce resistance."

Lin Wang shook his head: "These steps are not messy, it's the opposite."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that these soldiers, while conscious and with clear goals, faced the enemy, but their feet were moving in the opposite direction."

As Lin Wang spoke, he put his hands in a shooting gesture and took a series of steps forward and backward with extremely strange steps.

"Look." Lin Wang motioned for everyone to look at his footprints - those footprints were exactly the same as those left by the Mist Clan soldiers.

Lao Gu was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat: "What does this mean?"

"This means that these soldiers either have behavioral problems or cognitive problems."

Lin Wang looked at the soldiers around him and said, "I have a set of tests that can detect whether there is any problem with your cognition... Lao Gu, lend me your pistol."

(End of this chapter)