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Chapter 12: Mist, Opportunity (Please Read!)

As the supernatural fog began to spread around the settlement, the crowd began to stir.

They watched helplessly as the fog gradually rose from the ocean like flowing water, slowly covering the sea level, gradually covering the houses in the village, and letting the cold and damp feeling wrap around their completely unprotected feet.

Thick fog emerged silently, and the overlapping waves gradually wrapped everything around in a layer of damp white curtain.

Sweet, damp, and cold, all skin can feel the horror brought by the water vapor.

"Everyone be alert!"

Charlemagne, holding a torch, walked to the front of the crowd, holding the hammered rock fragments in his hands, and his shiny muscles gleamed in the torch.

"We are people protected by the gods! The evil in the fog cannot harm us! Stay calm and restrained! Look at everything around us! We have achieved all this in just three days!"

"Why should we fear these shadows that cannot hide in the sunlight! Why should we fear these pitiful creatures suppressed by the supreme gods! I am Charlemagne! The chosen champion of the gods! All warriors, patrol the village with me! We will protect everyone!"

"Flora! Get your torches and props ready! We're here to protect your peaceful sleep!"

Li Ang did not show up, and this was not the time for Li Ang to show up.

Naturally, Charlemagne took on the responsibility of leadership and roared to calm the hearts of the agitated crowd around him.

This leader named by Leon seemed to have awakened a certain sense of ownership. He quickly began to learn a series of actions to appease the people and forcibly concentrate power without any instruction.

His act of shouting orders silently defined Flora as his deputy, and ordered everyone to enter the residents' houses even if the living environment was very crowded, so that they could get some sleep.

As the chosen one of God, Flora was asked to use her strength and magic to assist the warrior team in patrolling the entire village.

This didn't sound like a problem and seemed safe, so everyone complied.

However, the fog did not dissipate.

Even if everyone patrolled with all their might, the damp and cold fog still did not dissipate.

In the fog and silence, people even lost their sense of time. They just started walking around again and again with torches in their hands, standing guard and patrolling, waiting for the fog to recede.

Everyone was very nervous. Although no enemies had appeared, just looking at the surging fog brought an inexplicable sense of fear and despair. After all, apart from the humans created by Leon, many people were unlucky people dragged from some unknown continent by the Oracle.

They had witnessed the emergence of many evil methods, and naturally knew very well when and at what stage countless demons and evil spirits would appear.

"It's the Mist Demon, I knew it! Those demonic armies won't let us go!"

Someone was sobbing quietly in the building, recalling some cruel past.

"I know! I've seen it! The kingdom of the mountains was destroyed in this fog, and when the fog cleared, there was nothing left, nothing at all!"

"Shut up! We have the protection of a true god this time, so there will be no problem!"

"But the Mountain Kingdom has gods too! We will die! Those damned outsiders have been cursing our bloodline! We are doomed!"

'Then you shut up too! Otherwise, there are plenty of people who will tell you to shut up!'

The sobbing and noisy sounds gradually subsided, with only a few choked sobs and low whimpers occasionally heard. This was not because they had become calmer or quieter, but because they had discovered something even more terrifying, which made them instinctively unable to speak.

Looking at the figure slowly walking out from the surging fog, all the people pulled over by the oracle machine couldn't help but subconsciously hold their breath, their pupils dilated, and they looked at the monsters shaped by the fog in horror.

Those are themselves.

These phantoms in the mist seemed to be chasing souls. Under the illumination of light and shadow, they almost clearly appeared to be a group of withered bones.

From a distance, they were still a blurry mass of wriggling mist, but the closer they rolled, the clearer their forms became. Chunks of flesh gradually transformed into skeletons, and as they moved, their faces turned to flesh and blood, finally consolidating into the form of individual humans.

Exactly ninety-nine. Stunned, almost expressionless figures in the mist crawled toward the village, bringing with them a tremendous dampness and fear.

'System prompt: Due to the influence of the natural environment, a group of misty spirits are invading your territory!'

Mist Spirit:
When the natural environment is disturbed by individuals with souls, countless sea fogs will be stirred up under the instinctive protection of the sleeping natural spirits. Some fogs will instinctively follow the appearance of the souls, transforming into the appearance of enemies, trying to drive these souls out of the quiet sea.

But often, these things, as copies, have no power; they are just illusions created by the mist. After being defeated, they will drop a certain amount of soul crystals.

'Natural Soul Crystal:
Because these crystals are imitations of souls instinctively conceived by nature spirits, they can serve as substitutes for souls in certain rituals.

Because they are small solid pieces, they are easy to transport and quick to use, and are much more useful than simple human souls.

You can reprocess it and brand it to sell as a local specialty or consume it in rituals.

"..."

There seems to be a sleeping nature spirit here.

Leon didn't know much about nature spirits, but looking at the treasures that could be obtained by defeating these fog spirits, Leon recognized the symbols on his system.

Essentially, these creatures were no different from mobile soul crystals. They shattered with a single impact, and were not as solid as rocks or reefs. Destroying their forms would reveal the cores of these monsters.

It seems to be no different from mining gold, maybe even easier?

"Charlemagne."

"grown ups!"

"Scatter them, and you will be rewarded."

“——! Yes, sir!”

Courage was injected into him out of thin air. Looking at Leon standing at the edge of the Silver Gate and giving orders calmly, Charlemagne's face suddenly turned red. He led his warriors and rushed into the fog with sticks in hand, roaring.

Having courage is a good thing. Although there are many disadvantages to the concentration of theocracy, it is still good now and there is no problem.

But seeing those warriors scratching and throwing stones around like wild beasts, Leon couldn't help but cover his cheeks.

What can I do? I'll just make do with it.

(End of this chapter)