Nightmare Light

Chapter 62 Reverberation Setting
The fog began to boil.

The pale yellowish fog was pushed away by the Mist Clan members, creating ripples. Countless twisted and roaring figures rushed out of the fog. Through the fog, the soldiers saw countless bloody spots of light - those were the eyes of the Mist Clan members.

"These are just reverberations! Attack them!" Lin Wang punched a member of the Mist Tribe away and shouted to the soldiers, "Don't hesitate! Otherwise, you will be killed!"

Old Joe raised his shield to block a Mist Tribe member's attack and bite: "How did you know that?"

"Even if they didn't see it, the soldiers have the right to fight back! What's more..." Lin Wang grabbed the head of a Mist Clan member, and the man's entire face turned into festering mist.

Lin Wang exerted force on his hands and twisted them. The man's head made a cracking sound, and his whole body became limp and he stopped struggling.

The member of the Mist Clan trembled a few times, and suddenly turned into a complete ball of mist, with light yellow spots of light, and dissipated into the air.

"Did you see it?" Lin Wang asked.

In his energy vision, he could clearly see that the energy in the bodies of these Mist villagers was completely different from that of normal humans and the Mist people.

It looked more like a rag doll that had been hastily and roughly made, with a ball of energy randomly stuffed into its body.

Before, when he punched the first villager, the energy in that villager's body overflowed, and a fragment of memory flowed into his mind. Lin Wang thus understood the "settings" of these villagers' echoes.

The imprisoned members of the Mist Tribe also screamed hysterically: "They... they are not! They are not my people! Where are my people?!"

Lao Qiao immediately shouted in the channel: "Light Chaser, free attack!"

A burst of joyful laughter immediately broke out in the channel.

"Great!" "I've been waiting for this order!" "I was so suffocated just now!"

"kill!"

boom!
A huge aura erupted from the crowd of soldiers.

Amidst the huge explosions and strange howling sounds, Lin Wang saw that colorful and bizarre folk arts erupted in an instant.

This was the first time that Lin Wang saw a large number of secular masters unleashing secular techniques at the same time, which really opened his eyes.

In the dream before, although Dog Brother and his team members were also ordinary teachers, there was a huge difference between a group of embarrassed wild men and the elite soldiers in front of them.

The Light Chasers' soldiers, in a split second, chose their chosen techniques, coordinated the timing, interfered with their skills... almost every factor was taken into consideration, and the fighting power that erupted in an instant even blew away the surrounding fog.

A soldier threw out hundreds of red lines, which condensed into a sedan chair in mid-air. The sedan chair was suspended, with countless red lines extending in all directions. These red lines covered the sky above the entire battlefield, forming a net.

"The red thread of marriage, the red silk lock array!"

Another soldier took out a pair of scissors and threw a handful of red and white paper into the air with his other hand. The scissors snapped together quickly, leaving a shadow. When the shadow ended, all the red and white paper was cut into silhouettes of little people.

The little men jumped onto the red line and slid along it towards the villagers of the Mist Tribe. They laughed and pounced on the villagers, then exploded with a bang, turning into a window grille net that covered the other party.

Or it could turn into a large piece of sharp confetti, instantly dividing and chopping the Mist Villagers into pieces.

A soldier in charge of the cooking sprinkled a handful of rice on the ground.

A soldier wearing a Nuo opera mask performed a bizarre dance.

Lin Wang was stunned: "Is this the style of all ordinary masters fighting?"

"What style of painting?" Lao Zhou shouted from the side.

Lin Wang turned his head and saw Lao Zhou making a seal with his hands and opening the coffin lid, and a large group of skeleton soldiers rushed out from inside.

"Finally, I've seen a painting with a normal style..." Lin Wang breathed a sigh of relief, "This is more in line with the style of a fantasy world..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the skeleton soldiers pulling out each other's ribs, banging them and dancing.

As they danced, the movements of the Mist villagers gradually became stiff.

"What did you say just now?" Lao Zhou shouted.

"...It's nothing, as long as you are happy." Lin Wang's expression was stiff and he turned his head away.

The soldiers began to fight fiercely.

But the battle was not as simple as they imagined.

The Light Chasers who entered the fog were all common masters, and they were very powerful.

But the "echoes of the villagers" that emerged from the fog seemed endless.

Lin Wang saw with his own eyes that the older sister with a leaky chin had appeared in front of him no less than three times.

He also discovered that every time these villagers were resurrected, the degree of mist on their bodies would deepen, and their strength would also increase slightly.

Although the enhancement is small, it is clearly noticeable.

As for the soldiers... their physical strength will decline, their skills will become disordered, and even worse, they will be more prone to mental problems.

In Lin Wang's sight, a soldier wearing a Nuo dance helmet suddenly pulled out a gun in the middle of the dance and fired a machine gun at a villager.

When the villager fell down and began to turn back into mist, he continued to fire at the mist until he was pulled back by his comrades. He then put down his gun, gasping for breath.

The soldiers can't hold on for much longer. If they continue like this, they'll go crazy...

If I were to go crazy in this fog...

Lin Wang's gaze lingered on the villagers of the Wu tribe for a moment.

"We must find a way to solve the problems of these villagers," he said to himself.

"How do you want to solve it?" Lao Qiao shouted in the channel.

"Lin Wang! Lin Wang! Are you fighting?" The cat girl's voice suddenly exploded in Lin Wang's consciousness.

"What the hell? Why are you speaking suddenly?" Lin Wang was startled.

"I'm just asking you?" Old Qiao was confused. "I'm not talking to you... This is so confusing!" Lin Wang waved his hand and said to the cat girl in his mind, "How do you want to help me?"

"Make way for me, I'll come out to help you fight!" the white cat shouted again, "Quick, make way for me, I'm coming!"

Lin Wang suddenly felt a signal appear in his consciousness, and he hurriedly stepped back to make room.

But at this moment, a villager from the Mist Tribe (originally only his neck had turned into mist, but now half of his body had turned into mist) saw him retreating, roared, and pounced on him.

The burly figure just occupied the space that Lin Wang gave to the cat.

"Oh no! I hope the cat won't get stuck when it comes out!"

The next moment, a little black cat appeared out of thin air above Lin Wang's head and sat on top of him.

"Meow!"

Lin Wang: "...Is this what you meant by giving up a place?"

"Yes, how much space does a cat need?" The little black cat licked its paws, looked at the villagers rushing towards it, meowed, turned into a black light, and pounced on the other party.

The black light turned into a beautiful girl in black night clothes in mid-air, with a pair of black plush ears on her head and striking amber eyes.

The moment the cat girl completed her transformation, she curled up her body and kicked the other man hard in the face with her feet, and the man was kicked backwards.

"Mouse, don't run!"

The cat girl landed on the ground, squatted, assumed a pounce posture, kicked the ground with both feet, and flew out at an incredible speed.

She actually caught up with the flying villagers in an instant!
The violent and crazy villager even showed a confused and bewildered look in mid-air.

The cat girl raised her paws and looked at the prey beneath her with her amber vertical pupils.

Grasp!
歘!
欻欻!

By the time she landed, her prey had turned into dozens of dispersing mists.

"So weak! Not even as strong as a little fish!"

"How did she come with you? She wasn't with you when we set out!" Old Joe shouted, knocking a villager away with his shield. A look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face. "I see! She's also a fog spirit! She was born directly into the fog by some means!"

"...whatever you want..."

"If it's this Mist Spirit... Miss White Cat, she can indeed help us! She's powerful enough!" Old Qiao nodded, his tone excited yet tinged with worry. "I just don't know if she, as a Mist Spirit, can..."

"You're worrying too early." Lin Wang interrupted Lao Qiao. "Besides, I never said that she is my solution to the problem."

"Huh?" Not only Old Joe, but the soldiers in other channels also made the same confused sounds.

Lin Wang punched a villager, who trembled and turned into a ball of mist.

But at the last moment when it turned back into mist, he caught a small ball of mist in his palm.

In his palm, the lump of flesh gradually turned into quicksand-like mist and dissipated.

"I told you, these are the Mist Clan... the reverberations."

"These Mist Tribe members vanished, leaving behind echoes of themselves in this world, like ghosts. But under the influence of this mist...some power within the mist, these echoes have become physical and can harm."

Lin Wang threw another punch, knocking down a man. The latter quickly got up again and was hit by his second punch.

The fist sank into the villager's chest, and a ball of energy rolled in the turbid mist.

"I want to find the source of this power, shut it down, and make the reverberation disappear."

In the channel, Old Joe's voice sounded: "So that's how it is."

At the same time, the soldiers' voices could be heard.

"I didn't understand." "Me neither."

"Who stole my little bear..." "Shut up!"

"Boss, do you understand?"

"Haha! You idiots!" Old Joe raised his shield and curled his lips. "I don't understand either!"

"Then why are you so happy?"

"But I know one thing!" The fat man held up his shield, his expression happy and determined. "As long as I hold this place, I can help him!"

He slammed his shield to the ground, and endless yellow-brown wooden nets flowed along the edge of the shield, forming a solid barrier between the soldiers and the Mist Clan.

The villagers crashed into the wooden net hard, but their attacks were ineffective against the wooden net of the First Defense Master.

"Lin Wang! Go ahead! I can hold on like this all day!" Old Qiao said confidently, "I'm Tangsheng City's number one defensive master!"

"...Can you please make an opening and let me out first?"

"Oh."

A hole opened up in the wooden net, and Lin Wang walked into the fog with the white cat. Several villagers pounced on them, but were torn to pieces by the white cat in an instant.

Lin Wang looked back and saw that the Light Chasers' soldiers, under the protection of the Old Tree Net, were fighting fiercely with endless villagers.

Lin Wang suppressed the urge to turn back and took a few steps forward. Suddenly, Lao Qiao's voice rang out in the helmet channel.

"Everyone! Drink the Wuzu's Delusion-Severing Soup! Prevent mental contamination!"

Lin Wang turned his head again.

The soldiers still stood in the fog, the wooden nets, the red lines, and the flowing light when the secular arts were activated were like the eternal galaxy in the endless night sky.

(End of this chapter)