Nightmare Light

Chapter 55 In the Mist
One day later, in the West.

The westernmost city in the Federation, outside Tianji City, at the border between human territory and the fog.

Dozens of military vehicles rushed all the way to the fog, stopped, opened the doors, and soldiers kept jumping out of the vehicles.

Lin Wang also jumped out of one of the cars, looked up at the fog in front of him, and felt deeply moved, and his inspiration flowed.

"This fog... is so damn thick."

In front of me was a wall of fog that blocked out the sun.

The thick, solid fog completely ignored the laws of physics, rising from the ground, straight into the sky, and extending beyond the end of the sight.

Compared with this endless fog, the fog in Tangsheng City is as shallow as the morning mist.

Old Qiao walked over to Lin Wang and looked at the mist with him. After a long moment, he whispered:
"Legend has it that during the Three Sovereigns period, three ancient emperors committed acts that disobeyed their mothers. Furious, their mothers punished them by sending a thick fog over the border of Chu."

"The fog blocked Mother's eyes from observing the world, so the world was shrouded in thick fog and fell into regression. Monsters appeared, secular masters went mad... Secular arts gradually lost their inheritance..."

After a long silence, Qiao Zhiyuan smiled softly: "This is the era of the Federation... our era."

He waved his hand behind him and swung it forward vigorously, as if to cut through the fog: "Move."

There was a sound of footsteps, and the Light Chasers' soldiers came forward.

Lin Wang noticed that each of them wore a strange-style helmet on their head - consisting of a bronze skull cap and side curtains made of cypress beads, with dim lenses hanging in the position of the eyes and ears, and divination words wandering in the lenses.

A soldier handed Lin Wang an identical helmet. Just as Lin Wang was about to take it, the soldier looked up at him and said, "Fuck your head... Wait a minute, I'll get you a bigger one."

"..." Lin Wang took the new helmet, gestured in front of him, and asked Lao Qiao curiously, "What is this helmet for?"

Old Qiao didn't answer, but nodded to signal Lin Wang to put on the helmet. At the same time, he took out a divination plate from his arms, threw a few pieces of divination bones and tortoise shells into it, and shook it.

He raised his other hand to the sky and shook the bronze bell.

"Ancestors' blessing, heaven and earth are bright!"

Then shake it vigorously a few more times.

"Ancestors' blessing!"

"Eyes and ears are sharp!"

After shouting, he whispered again: "Audio-visual synchronization test begins."

The scene before my eyes changed.

The dim lenses suddenly emitted a faint light, covering his head and face. Lin Wang found that the view in front of him had turned into some kind of strange, multi-person perspective.

At the same time, he can clearly see his own picture, and at the same time, he can also see the perspectives of other soldiers around him. As long as he thinks about it in his mind, the picture will automatically switch between "single-person perspective" and "multi-person perspective".

"This method... is so convenient!" Lin Wang exclaimed.

At this time, the voices of other soldiers came to my ears.

"Sound synchronization..."

"normal."

"normal."

"I feel like I didn't eat enough at noon. Have you guys eaten enough?"

"I feel a little carsick and don't want to eat."

"Who ate my bear cookies?"

"I'm a little carsick too. Who's driving today? They're terrible drivers."

"If you have the guts, walk back!"

"Who the hell stole my bear cookies?"

Veins bulged on Old Joe's face: "Channel silent!"

The soldiers lowered their heads, some pretending to organize their equipment, some pretending to drink water, and some pretending to tie their shoelaces.

Lin Wang: “…”

Old Joe shook his head and waved his hand vigorously: "Let's go!"

The soldiers lined up and walked into the fog. At the front was a soldier from the Burial Department, only one rank lower than Old Joe.

The soldier took out a bag of bone powder, sprinkled it on the ground, and then clapped his hands. After a gust of cold wind, the bone powder swirled and condensed, flowing several times and finally condensed into four corpses.

The soldier reached into his pocket again and pulled out a cypress coffin covered with talismans to suppress corpses. The coffin grew larger in the wind and floated above the corpse, who raised his hands to resist.

"The power of life and death can penetrate the fog." Old Joe's voice echoed from within the helmet. "Therefore, the burial soldiers will summon the coffin bones and march in front, which will provide the highest safety factor."

Lin Wang knew that he was talking to himself.

He asked, “Is this method effective?”

The soldiers' voices rang out: "It's actually useless."

“It’s actually a little useful, isn’t it?”

"The skeleton can see through the fog, but the skeleton's perspective can't be synchronized back."

"Last time, some idiot put a helmet on a skeleton, and it sent back a bunch of messed up black and white lines. It was really scary."

"Who ate my bear cookies?"

Old Qiao: "...I can't say it's useless. At least they're carrying the coffin in the front. If there's any danger, they can help us block it in advance."

As they were talking, they had already walked completely into the fog.

Lin Wang discovered that the scenery around him had changed.

In the shared perspective, he could clearly see the soldiers' line of sight with each other - each person could only see the person next to him.

This shows how outrageous the concentration of the fog is.

But from his own perspective, he was surprised to find that he... could see farther.

Although the fog still had the effect of blocking vision, strangely, Lin Wang discovered that he... seemed to be able to see deeper inside the fog.

He saw that deep within the fog, in the air that should have been filled with thick mist, there were endless and indescribable things suspended.

Nonsensical architectural structures, bizarre biological tissues, tentacle plants, flesh-and-blood machines, and some strange geometric shapes that are difficult to describe...

All these messy things lost their colors, merged with the mist, and twisted and rolled in the void.

"What is that?" Lin Wang pointed at the geometric shapes in the mist, his eyes wide open, his expression surprised, confused, and a bit solemn.

"What?" Everyone was attracted by Lin Wang's voice and turned their heads, but when they followed his gaze, they could only see endless fog.

"What did you see?" asked Old Joe.

Lin Wang then realized that he had let something slip due to his excitement. He suddenly had an idea: "I looked in the depths of the fog, in that direction."

He pointed to the right in front of him and said, "There seems to be a building there."

He could really see there - although because of the weird vision, he saw a lot of indescribable strange things, but thanks to this vision, he could indeed see through the fog and see deeper and farther places.

"That's our first rest stop, an abandoned outpost of the Mist Tribe. The team will be there to rest, regroup, and sort things out... Can you see that far?!"

Old Joe suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Can't you see it from my shared vision?" Lin Wang asked.

"You can't see it. From the shared vision, there is also fog in front of you," said a soldier.

"Is it because of the Burial Power? Isn't it said that the Burial Power can see the truth directly?"

"But Old Zhou doesn't have that ability, does he? His skeleton soldiers lose color when they see anything..."

"If you dislike my skeleton soldiers, then don't use them if you have the ability!"

"If Lao Zhou doesn't have this ability, is it because he's from the north?"

"It's possible. I heard that it snows year-round in the north, and visibility is poor, so people there can see very far..."

"Who ate my bear cookies?"

Old Joe's forehead veins bulged, and he wished he could stuff these idiots into a pot and stew them. He took a deep breath and was about to yell when he heard a sergeant shouting in the channel from behind the team.

"Boss! There's something wrong with that Mist Tribe member!"

　Amid the sound of firecrackers, I wish all my readers a prosperous and auspicious new year!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)