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Then it opened its mouth wide, and two pairs of sharp blades of different sizes were poised to pounce. At the same time, the ground behind Zhu Mingyao quietly cracked open, and a long, hooked tail silently shot out. Judging from its eerie green and dripping sharpness, it was clearly no benevolent creature.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"A Knight-level character possesses strong physical abilities, lacks magical powers, has a certain level of intelligence, and understands simple traps—that should be it..."

Amidst the relaxed assessment, the figure vanished abruptly, and a dazzling sword light, like a dragon and phoenix dancing, sliced ​​through the air, creating a landscape painting, as if a skilled butcher had dissected an ox, penetrating every joint.

The enormous monster froze instantly, then a thick, grayish-blue fluid gushed out, and its long torso disintegrated into dozens of severed limbs that crashed to the ground.

“If everyone had this level of strength, we would have an easy time.” Bai Ziyuan stepped forward curiously, selected a limb, turned the tip of the white bone banner upside down, and used a clever trick to pry open the outer shell.

A crystal-clear, white piece of meat, trembling slightly, was presented before me. It was not as disgusting as I had imagined; in fact, it had a slightly sweet and fishy aroma.

His eyes lit up, his innate Chinese heritage kicking in: "Hmm, this looks delicious... I mean, let's collect a few pieces and study them. Maybe they'll have some potential for future development?"

As Bai Ziyuan spoke, he raised his hand, and more than a dozen shimmering white bone chains flew out from the long banner, threading the spoils of war and pulling them back.

"puff."

His joyful expression froze as he watched the white flesh rapidly melt into smoke, his brows gradually furrowing.

"It seems we underestimated them a bit!"

Chapter 390 Various Circumstances

"...They are born from wet eggs, covered in fur and horns, with wings and scales, and they all enter the Nine Netherworlds!"

As the white bone banner spun lightly, deathly white ripples appeared out of nowhere, the buzzing of wings in the sky suddenly stopped, and dozens of strange insect-like creatures lost all their life force and fell down stiffly like stones.

This creature looks like a hybrid of a wasp and a scorpion, slightly larger than a crow, with a swollen abdomen covered in red spots, two pairs of thin, cicada-wing-like wings folded behind its back, and a long, thin stinger with a forked tip at the end of its tail.

The strange insect's vitality far surpasses that of natural creatures. Although its body is dead, it still stubbornly retains a trace of instinctive reaction. Its licking mouthparts, covered with sharp bristles, twitch and open, and a few drops of foul-smelling gel-like saliva slowly seep out.

"The number of species is really quite abundant. If we could take them out, it would be enough for experts to conduct a whole bunch of research projects."

Witnessing the spoils vanish into thin mist once again, Bai Ziyuan's face revealed a deep sense of regret. It was unclear whether it was because she had lost a breakthrough opportunity in biological science, or because she regretted losing many potential ingredients for hot pot.

"I don't have much knowledge about extradimensional ecosystems, but I need to correct something you just said..."

Zhu Mingyao looked up at the sky. Several wisps of evil energy were hovering two or three hundred meters above the ground, seemingly realizing that their target was not easy to deal with, yet unwilling to give up the delicious flesh and blood.

"There aren't that many kinds of monsters, perhaps... there's only one!"

"The continuous fog blankets the sky, and the enemy's death turns into nothingness. You're not trying to say that the other party is a mirage dragon, are you?" Bai Ziyuan's mind worked extremely fast, and he instantly recalled the legendary divine beast that exhaled fog and used fog as weapons to hunt and kill living beings.

"These days, where can you find a real dragon?"

"Open your mind, and perhaps it's just an evil entity with similar abilities." He spoke succinctly, his words leaving much to the imagination, though his words were vague; deep down, he was quite certain.

The reason is simple: in his mind, a series of battle records scrolled to the bottom, and the total reward points were very few, which was not commensurate with the strength of the enemy.

"Slay the [Child of the Mist Giant Centipede]...Slay the [Child of the Mist Scorpion-tailed Fly]..."

His attention swept over the strange name of the system notification, and Zhu Mingyao silently added a comment in his mind:

"Since there is a [Child of the Mist], then there must be a [Mother of the Mist] as well..."

He looked into the depths of the sea of ​​mist as if sensing something, where some unknown force seemed to be quietly surging.

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A ray of bright red heat shot out swiftly like lightning, leaving a lingering trail on the retina.

The enormous black shadow fell from mid-air with a hiss, bursting into flames from the inside out before it even hit the ground.

The flames, as brilliant as balsam flowers, easily pierced through the thin layer of fat, rapidly spreading along its reddish-brown, keratinous skin until they reached its barbed claws and vulture-like head. In just a few seconds, this monster, which had resembled an ancient pterosaur, was reduced to ashes.

"This is really annoying." The beautiful girl rolled up her robe and flicked her fair, slender fingers, unleashing a barrage of attacks—scorching rays, fire missiles—and various other magical spells, eliminating her targets one by one.

“These ugly creatures seem to have a strong phototaxis and extremely low resistance to fire, which is your chance to show off your skills.” In response to her sisters’ complaints, Zoe simply manipulated several huge orbs of light, each over a meter in diameter, making them fly even higher.

The orb of light emitted a bright, cool glow, like the moon, and together with the delicate bodies of the girls, it served as bait, attracting the Children of the Mist to appear one after another.

As elites that the organization is focusing on cultivating, their abilities are beyond doubt, and they completed the mission quickly and excellently.

They gathered the people in their assigned area and housed them in a supermarket warehouse, carefully providing them with food, water, and medicine, and setting up a protective barrier. Then, the two women took the initiative to clear out nearby enemies and search for more survivors.

The fog descended very quickly, and it broke out at dusk, when most people were at home preparing dinner.

Furthermore, the dense fog not only interferes with people's vision and hearing but also hinders electromagnetic communication, possessing a powerful sound-absorbing and light-blocking effect. Therefore, only one in a hundred people can detect it in time and escape.

Madison and Zoe searched outwards from the shelter in a spiral pattern, but most of the buildings they passed were empty. After several hours of hard work, they only managed to rescue a handful of people.

"We've gone too far. To be safe, let's go back first." Sensing a message from the familiar left behind to guard the area, it seemed that new monsters had appeared. Based on the principle that it's better to be safe than sorry, the two young witches decided to turn back immediately.

"Ok?"

Just then, Zoe paused for a moment. She flicked her finger, and a thin, transparent spider silk hummed and trembled, before a crystal-clear web extending into the distance appeared.

"Is there a problem?" Madison asked with concern. His partner's magical skills had improved again, and the psionic network he had set up was like a domain, with remarkable reconnaissance capabilities.

But the other party just shook his head in puzzlement, "Judging from its appearance, it is a humanoid creature, without the aura of a mist monster. It is probably another superhuman."

The person is gone, and the surroundings have returned to a deathly silence.

In the distance, in the shadow of a brick wall, a black cane covered in supple leather stretched out, paused regretfully for a moment: "The two little girls are of high rank and so cautious, let's pick on the weaker ones first."

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"Hey, is anyone still alive?" With a rough shout, the sturdy metal security door warped and flew away, and a large foot slammed into the small storage room.

A tall, muscular man, as strong as a grown black bear, looked around with a gun in hand and cheerfully called out, "Guys, come quick! We've struck gold!"

Before his companions could arrive, he flipped his wrist and pulled out a broad, straight, curved-blade cleaver from under his ribs. He spat into his palm and impatiently chopped it down with force.

"Qiang——!"

The steel plate was torn open with a hideous gash. The old-fashioned safe tried to faithfully fulfill its duty, but tragically died under the sharp, enchanted weapon.

A dazzling array of orange-red stars flickered and then went out, followed by the acrid smell of metal rubbing together, and several bundles of cash rolled out.

"Haha, it's our turn to get rich!" Sheets of green paper rustled as money seemed to have a mitigating effect on the stench emanating from the human remains in the corner of the room.

Human nature is complex and difficult to describe; it contains nobility and courage, but also selfishness and greed.

This operation was urgent, and the extraordinary individuals gathered were inevitably of varying quality. Compared to fighting bravely and risking their lives against the monsters, there were naturally some so-called smart people who were prepared to protect themselves or even take advantage of the chaos.

This area boasts beautiful scenery with mountains and lakes, and although it hasn't attracted any truly wealthy individuals, it still attracts a considerable amount of people with small capital to purchase properties locally. By inspecting the villas along the way, they can accumulate a substantial fortune.

What's even better is that with the situation so chaotic and the number of dead and injured countless, people will never have the time to worry about petty things like rescuers taking things for granted.

Chapter 391 Under the Mist

"Dika, Rowan, what are you dawdling for? Come on!"

After several shouts went unanswered, the burly man frowned impatiently, then raised his voice and urged again, his words echoing in the empty villa.

"You sons of bitches, have you found some valuable stuff that you're trying to pocket?"

Birds of a feather flock together, and those who associate with him to profit from the dead are of questionable character. To say that they have any unwavering trust in each other is nonsense.

The burly man, judging others by his own standards, haphazardly hid his banknotes and valuables, grumbling as he strode off, fearing he might be late and suffer a loss.

Just then, a faint odor from outside the door suddenly wafted into his nostrils.

Slightly fishy and astringent, like rust, this is... fresh blood!

The burly man's pupils contracted sharply as he awoke with a start. After all, he was a legitimate superhuman, and his combat skills instantly kicked in. His bear-like, massive body arched its back, lowered its knees, and pulled back, firing his gun against the wall with lightning speed.

Bang bang bang!

Faced with a specially reinforced steel-core bullet, the thick oak wooden wall appeared utterly fragile, like a blank sheet of paper. Several bowl-sized holes were instantly pierced through it, and amidst the flying debris, a large gush of dark red liquid gushed out.

Drink up!

The broad, sharp blade, unforgiving and wielded with superhuman strength, transformed into a shimmering wave, completely clearing away the obstacle in front of it and revealing a fat Southeast Asian man with several small pottery jars hanging from his waist.

He stood there with blank stares and a wooden expression. The gunshot wound on his chest was gruesome, and white bone and internal organs could be vaguely seen between the rotting flesh. He was one of his companions.

Despite seemingly accidentally injuring his teammate, the burly man's face showed no panic, only fear. He certainly didn't think it was just a simple blunder.

Upon catching a glimpse of the broken ceramic jar at the other person's waist, the hairs on his body stood on end. Instead of advancing, he retreated and slammed into another wall with a powerful shoulder strike.

—As a sorcerer, Dika's poisonous insects were almost completely destroyed, and his fate was already obvious.

However, although his reaction was quick enough, it was still a step too late.

The floral wallpaper suddenly turned pure black, like a bottomless swamp that swallowed the strong man helplessly.

"What number is this?"

A frail old man wearing a top hat staggered out, drew a circle with his cane, and a strange, eerie, illusory little building appeared behind him. The fat man, who had become a zombie, walked into it, standing alongside many other lifeless figures.

A voluptuous blonde woman walked up the stairs in high heels, carrying a bloodied corpse that left a long trail of filth. She bit into the corpse's face, chewing greedily as she mumbled something:

"The 45th and 46th, apart from those that were not so easy to deal with, a third of the guys who came in this time have become your collection, Curator Dark."

"Only a third? We need to step up our efforts. If we haven't collected the necessary amount before the activation time, the master might not mind using us to make up the difference."

Remembering how much the Overlord valued this operation, the muscles in his pale, withered face twitched slightly.

Old Dak knew perfectly well that if any one of the powerful figures who had set up the seal outside discovered it and attacked, he would be no match for them.

His actions were merely a cover for the mysterious power of the mist, a calculated move to catch the unsuspecting bystander, and a dangerous maneuver akin to dancing on a sharp knife's edge.

"Then hurry up and release those things as well, try to simulate the scene at that time, and complete the resonance... A grand game has begun, and we pawns can only follow the instructions and move forward without hesitation."

With the awareness of being a pawn, the old man continued to search for his next prey. The undercurrents beneath the fog were nowhere to be seen, and only a faint sense of melancholy remained in the air.

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By leveraging its stunning lakeside scenery to sell real estate, Longlake Town enjoys a strong financial position, boasting a full range of municipal facilities and shops, including a well-equipped and spacious supermarket.

As we all know, disaster and apocalypse movies have always been a major theme in Hollywood films and television. Influenced by the constant stream of related works, the residents of the Commonwealth have developed a certain sense of crisis and understand the importance of food and water.

Therefore, in the early stages of the fog descending, many people flocked to this place with their families to seek refuge.

The store hall is now filled with about a hundred people, all of them disheveled, anxious and fearful. Some of them didn't even have time to put on their shoes, their bare feet on the cold floor, clearly having fled their homes in a hurry.