CHAPTER 873: CHAPTER 600: LOST IN DENSE FOG_2

"Ah!" The Fish Gills Mutant screeched.

What answered him was an axe, a very familiar axe, because just a moment ago, the axe was in the hands of the Fish Gills Mutant.

Soc didn’t look at the corpse on the ground, he was slowly becoming numb to it. He turned around to look at his surroundings, the ground completely covered in blood.

The earth exuded a pungent, fishy smell. Footsteps running by left muddy footprints.

There were still people resisting.

But the number of the Undead was too few, and they were struggling against this sudden attack, unable to control the number of casualties.

And once the Undead lost their numerical advantage, defeat came as expected.

Another Fish Gills Mutant noticed Soc, wrapped in a blood mist due to massive amount of slaughter and bleeding, the blood mist floating around him like a god of death.

The opponent charged, but Soc responded almost instinctively—swinging the axe outward, predicting the direction of the attack, and used the axe to flick the opponent’s head away.

The battle was fierce.

Soc tried to find the figures of the Cape sisters, but all he could see were piles of corpses, enemy and ally indistinguishable.

Smelling the blood carried by the sea breeze, Soc knew he had to contact the outside, reach the Undead stationed outside, and call for reinforcements, to save as many people as possible.

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"Completely out of sync?"

Lind received unexpected news.

Across from the Cape Camp, the Undead were singing and dancing, watching live streams and chatting idly, their night life filled with things to do, not to mention they had plenty of snacks.

Among them, some were bored enough to check out the live stream related to Cape Camp, since it was a "hidden quest" after all.

The mutation happened quickly, with a surprise attack by the Fish Gills Mutants, mass slaughter, but what was strange was that the Undead across the camp found it very quiet, with no sign of any war breaking out.

It was more like they were not in the same space.

The Undead started trying to cross the water, flying over to see what was happening at Cape Camp.

But reality was completely opposite to their imagination. When they flew over, they found an empty city.

"What do you know about the Sea God?" Lind looked at Sila.

Sila was yawning.

Having been imprisoned on a continent without Magic Elements for a long time, she had developed quite terrifying living habits, including eating and sleeping a lot, almost instinctively learned survival habits, very hard to change.

"The Sea God?"

Sila perked up a bit, thinking.

"Seems to have fallen from the sky... hey, where are you going?"

"Godslaying."

Lind couldn’t stand idly by knowing there might be interstellar beings.

The Flame Wings spread out, lifting his heavy body into the sky, the red wings seemingly wanting to turn the clouds blood red.

The sun had already set, yet the horizon seemed to catch fire.

"Looks like Lind!" An Undead was studying the fiery clouds, soon discovering the true nature of the moving "fire."

Lind landed.

The flame wings quickly retracted, disappearing into his body without a trace.

The Undead tried to ask about the situation, but Lind’s gaze swept over Cape Camp, immediately turning away.

His eyes stayed on the water surface.

He hadn’t noticed anything amiss while talking to Soc earlier, but sensed something was wrong upon arriving in person.

"Fog."

A dense fog, highly likely to distort the ship’s direction, making the originally intended destination—Cape Camp—be somewhere else.

This possibility was slim, for the leader of Cape Camp had not changed, and Soc’s reaction made that clear too.

So the greatest possibility was the ship not only took Soc and the others, but everyone from Cape Camp, and they went to a completely unknown "Cape Camp".

His gaze remained fixed on the rising fog over the sea, seemingly trying to see what was inside, perhaps a hidden city with Soc and others.

Lind was quite familiar with "Sea God", there was once a Waste Port Sea God, though he later died.

Building a ship on-site and venturing into the fog seemed absurd, but only then could they understand what truly happened.

Let the Undead handle the preparations.

The Undead moved quickly, chopping trees and building ships, fast and high quality under magical enhancement.

Some of the Undead speculated Lind wouldn’t let them come along, so they worked overtime to build themselves a ship.

Moments ago, the fog floated peacefully on the water, unbothered by Lind and others who could only watch from shore.

But the next moment, Lind set off with dozens of ships, heading into the fog.

The moment his face touched the fog, Lind felt a familiar sensation, the fog contained a barrier.

Then his vision cleared suddenly, incredibly, beyond the fog stood a towering castle.

The Sky Dragon with its wings spread, circling above.

"Now I understand."

A battle axe appeared in Lind’s hand.

"It’s an illusion."

He didn’t believe anyone could move him to a different space without detection, accomplishing this required at least level 7 or 8, likely higher, as level 7 and above were still Lind’s own conjectures.

As if knowing Lind’s thoughts, after they passed through the castle gates, they were greeted by a bloody battlefield.

Severed body parts flew, spraying blood arched through the air.

Lind moved quickly, charging at the enemy the moment they focused on him, the axe sweeping across, effortlessly beheading one, his toes striking out like a scorpion’s tail, felling another.

A giant man roared and charged, only to be slapped across the face by Lind.

The man was dazed, only for Lind to follow up with an elbow strike, rapid punches, and a final slap to finish.

"If you don’t want to die, behave!" Lind raised the axe, his body swelling rapidly.

When he grew to a giant’s size, the fighting figures finally quieted down.

Everyone watched the giant Lind with awe, the wind from just lifting his foot akin to a storm, no one dared ignore the powerful giant, especially on the Eastern Continent, a land filled with giant beast restricted areas.

Enlargement always represented greater strength.

"Looks like everyone is happy to talk to me."

Lind looked at the figures, some of whom were obviously New Era Mutants, uncertain of which deities they chose to believe.

Possibly just naturally mutated by Magic.

"How did you get here?"

He looked at a somewhat normal man, if ignoring the blood vessels about to burst through his skin and red eyes, he’d be a normal person.

But now, similar enough. After Lind demonstrated his overwhelming advantage, all the insane minds quickly sobered.

Like the giant who charged at Lind earlier, now standing there with a bloody mouth, dumbly studying Lind’s boots.

"Battlefield!"

The man answered.

"We were pirates, after looting a convoy, heading to the nearest port city, then we arrived here."

"You must have encountered the fog on the sea before landing."

"Yes."

"It seems we entered a terrible space." Lind said.

Fog floating on the sea, taking people where it wanted, then leaving everyone to kill each other.

Let’s call it the Sea God Fog.

Lind looked at the people present, contemplating how to leave.

Kill everyone? Clearly impossible, many had been trapped here for long, killing waves of people.

Or wait.

The howling outside resumed, another round seemed about to begin.

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