CHAPTER 872: CHAPTER 600: LOST IN DENSE FOG

Soc rushed out of the room, seeing the roaring figures, they looked like hybrids of humans and fish, with elongated bodies and faces like normal humans, their chests bare, and gills on their abdomens.

They wielded axes and hammers, attacking with a frenzy, with no intention of taking prisoners, only of killing.

Most inhabitants of the Cape Camp were old, weak, or disabled, and they were powerless to resist the vile assault, fleeing with screams of agony.

Some were frozen in place with fear, waiting for the axe to come down.

Their arms were like branches cut from a tree by a sharp blade, as crisp sounds of bone breaking echoed, arms flew up into the night sky, spinning and splattering warm blood.

Soc saw a disabled man struck on the temple by a pickaxe, his skull penetrated, bones deformed, his head bouncing off the ground lifelessly.

Bodies lay scattered everywhere.

"Take action, save them!"

He called out for the Undead to move swiftly.

The Undead, already reactive, didn’t wait for his command and charged into the Calamity team that had come from who knows where, counterattacking.

Soc rushed forward, instinctively wanting to use magic as an Undead Wizard.

The bodies on the ground were his best source of assistance, his fingers lightly waving, pointing at one of the corpses, but a dull thud suddenly came from behind him.

He turned his head sluggishly, it was a Fish Gills Mutant.

It held a hammer in its hand, with a square head, covered with dense, scalelike iron patterns.

The sound of it striking his body was appalling.

Not skilled in close combat and rarely wielding a longsword, Soc instinctively flung his hand, the opponent simultaneously raised its hammer to meet his fist, in the instant of collision, Soc heard a crisp "crack," the arm holding the hammer snapped as if it were dried wood, the hammer flying out of its grip.

Soc almost instinctively punched the dazed Fish Gills Mutant.

His fist drove its head into its belly, blood gushing from its neck.

Then came the pungent smell of incontinence, as the body lost control after death, the sphincter muscles failing, Soc, having encountered this scent countless times while handling corpses, felt his blood boil for the first time.

He looked around, chaos still raging.

Bending down, he picked up the square-headed hammer, feeling the weight with a slight wrist shake, Soc charged at the next Fish Gills Mutant.

The hammer had a very clever way of breaking bones, at first Soc used brute force, but after smashing the twelfth head, he got the hang of the technique.

Maybe he was born to be a warrior.

The clang of impact hit his body, pain shooting through his shoulder, as a Fish Bone Spear pierced his armor and embedded in his flesh.

The massive force almost knocked Soc over, he looked warily at the distance, where a slender man, resembling a catfish, was staring at him.

The man grabbed another spear, ready to throw.

Soc moved quickly, he had to close the distance, or he would be severely wounded by the continuous spear attacks, and what followed wouldn’t be pleasant.

His feet pushed off the ground, his body floating like it was inflated, Soc marveled at his own speed.

But the spear appeared in his path, quicker than he could move.

He swung the hammer, clashing precisely with the spear, the moment of impact sparks flew like crimson rain, coloring half the sky red.

As he was about to land, he grabbed the square-headed hammer with both hands, raising it overhead and bringing it down heavily, like a human-shaped mountain falling from the sky, the Fish Gills Mutant holding the spear was knocked over by a knee to its chest.

The square-headed hammer came down faster, smashing its head into the dirt.

"Splat—" fluids splattered.

Soc panted heavily, not from fatigue, but from excitement, his fervent blood igniting his flesh.

Another whistling sound of something cutting through the air approached.

He rolled away quickly and instinctively threw the square-headed hammer in the direction of the sound.

A head exploded in the distance.

Exceptional combat instincts had always been in his blood, fully activated after he became a Ring Knight.

Another Fish Gills Mutant approached fearlessly.

He kicked it over, bent down to pick up a spear, and stabbed it into the head of the struggling mutant trying to get up.

Further ahead, a Fish Gills Mutant locked onto a figure crawling on the ground, trying to escape.

"No way!"

Almost instinctively, he pulled out the spear that had just pierced the corpse, flinging it with a wrist flick, it pierced the ear of the mutant and pinned it to the ground.

A Fish Gills Mutant was roaring.

"Sea God!"

Since their appearance, they only shouted "Sea God," no other words, but it seemed to work.

Its heavy axe cleaved a path forward.

It targeted a hapless Cape Camp warrior, tripping them easily with the axe handle between their legs, raising the axe for a fatal blow as they screamed in despair.

"Boom!" A huge foot kicked with dull power, the mutant spun, finding itself on its back.

The foot on its chest was heavy, trapping it in place.

The Fish Gills Mutant looked at the tall figure in red armor, who had several swords on his back, glowing brightly as if his spine was pierced by crosses.