Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 447 [Tree Heart] 16

The moment the thick fog rose, the thin man with the snake-face mask reacted and quickly pulled someone in front of him.

There was no movement.

"Yukimura-sama."

The soldier who was pulled over looked confused and subconsciously lowered his head respectfully, waiting for orders from his superiors.

"...It's okay, just be alert."

The snake-faced man paused, feeling a little unhappy.

"Susu-"

The wind rustled the leaves, making a heart-pounding sound.

The fog grew thicker and thicker until no one could see anything more than two meters around them.

"No! Those untouchables are gone!!!"

Inside the fog, everyone's emotions were inexplicably tense, depressed, and fearful. They couldn't help but focus their attention on the darkness deeper in the fog, as if some terrible monster would emerge from the fog.

The snake-faced man was the first to notice something was wrong. His gaze and attention were uncontrollably drawn to the noise-making trees and strange fog around him. When he came to his senses from this abnormal focus, he found that the untouchables walking in front had disappeared!

"Bagaya road!"

The crowd was noisy for a moment, and someone fired a gun in panic. The gunshot rang out for a second, but there was no feedback from the fog.

just like,

They were isolated by the fog and taken to another separate space.

"Quiet! Show the qualities expected of a soldier from the Foot Basin Nation!"

The man with the snake mask shouted, interrupting the brewing panic. "There's something strange about the fog. Let's get down the mountain!"

The snake-faced man realized that the enemy in the dark was more difficult than he had imagined.

But it doesn't matter, he has already discovered the opponent's weakness.

People.

As expected, the monks of Rabbit Country are particularly caring about other people. Even when facing enemies, they have to rescue their people first.

There was a hint of viciousness in the red eyes, but this would be his chance. This useless mercy and salvation would only drag the monk into the abyss of hell.

The man with the snake mask had already made up his mind. After going down the mountain, he would go find some villagers nearby, preferably women and children, and strap bombs to them, poison them, or curse them, and then let these guys go into the mountains.

"rustle--"

The fog surged, and crying villagers walked out of the fog.

Their clothes were tattered, their skin was pale, and their hands, which were tightly covering their faces, were covered with various bruises and bloody scabs.

"Woooo..."

"Save me...let me go..."

"Why……"

"Attack!" The man with the snake-faced mask immediately realized that something was wrong with these 'people'. There was no breathing, no heartbeat, and the poisonous insects did not react to these people, as if the person standing opposite him was a piece of air.

Upon hearing the order from their superiors, more than a dozen soldiers pulled the trigger immediately and shot at the approaching villagers without hesitation.

Some of the bullets hit the villagers' legs, some hit their chests, and some hit their heads.

Blood flowers bloomed.

"Woooo..."

The villagers who were hit by bullets did not fall down, but continued to cover their faces and move closer to the soldiers.

Danger!

The snake-faced man calmed down, and a long black snake emerged from behind him. It seemed endless, and silently circled around the snake-faced man's chest and slid down, twisting. In the blink of an eye, it grew from the thickness of a finger to the thickness of a bucket, and suddenly approached those strange villagers, or rather, vengeful spirits.

After all, only dead ghosts are invulnerable to physical attacks.

"Hiss..."

The snake opened its mouth to an exaggerated 130 degrees, and its fangs flashed with cold light as it swallowed the entire vengeful spirit in one gulp. The liquid that accidentally dripped corroded the fallen leaves on the ground, emitting a fishy smell and a "sizzling" sound.

Feng Lan looked at the man with the snake-faced mask who was shooting randomly at the fog and releasing black snakes, and was curious about what they saw in the fog.

After all, this fog looks very powerful, but compared with the fog in the previous copy, it only plays a cosmetic role. Only when people in the fog feel fear will the fog be nourished.

As for why Feng Lan was able to use the fog, it was simple: her copying skills finally worked.

Moreover, Mi Wu also perfectly met the basic conditions for activating the [Copy] skill, fully demonstrating its ability in front of Feng Lan. The owner of the skill had intense emotional fluctuations towards Feng Lan, and the skill was used at close range.

Valletta meets all three of these points very well. As for whether this emotion is good or bad, don’t worry about it.

[Mist: A nameless mist born from hell. Fear is its best nourishment. The more fear you feel, the closer you are to death. Hell welcomes you. Of course, don't overthink the copying skills. You are not hell. This is just a very ordinary mist that can amplify the negative emotions of billions of people. You said you saw an illusion? The illusion attacked you. Sorry, that was your illusion. Thank you.]

The advantage of this skill is that because the fog summoned at the beginning is very weak, not much energy is required, and even Feng Lan, who has such a weak body, can be summoned successfully.

Feng Lan estimated that the energy consumed to summon the fog that covered the mountain was exactly the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi Refining, which was roughly equivalent to an ordinary C-level full-strength attack.

Feng Lan, drained of her energy by the mist, silently took out a low-grade spirit stone to replenish her spiritual energy. She'd spent too much on this dungeon, spending all her energy without earning any. For a frugal player, this was worse than losing money! Feng Lan vowed that once she could leave this dungeon, she would plunder it—no, explore it all.

【...】

There was a little ripple in his heart again, but Feng Lan ignored it.

...

"Brother, there's demonic energy rising to the sky ahead. I'm afraid a powerful demon has appeared."

"Red clouds obscure the sun, and demonic fog permeates the air. This demon possesses considerable talent, and its body is thick with blood and energy. I'm afraid it has already devoured humans. We must not allow it to stay! Junior Brother, let's go!"

"You have a blood barrier. Those Taoists will definitely come and cause trouble for you." Liu Qi stood by the banyan tree and stared at her for a long time before he said slowly, "You shouldn't kill people."

"If you kill someone, you are not practicing pure cultivation, and you cannot achieve enlightenment and become an immortal."

"Even bad guys aren't allowed to?" Feng Lan lazily shook the branches. In the mountains, the earth around the corpses naturally turned up, burying those bodies with hideous and terrified expressions. She seemed not to notice Liu Qi's alienation. In the past, he would hang on the branches, but now he stood far away, staring at her with cautious eyes. "They also killed many people. I killed them as their retribution."

"Those who kill will always be killed."

"But now that you've killed someone, you'll be killed too." Liu Qi stared at Feng Lan with a serious expression. "Those idiots won't listen to your explanation. With your blood barrier, killing you is just a way to gain merit."

Feng Lan couldn't help but smile when she heard Gong De, and before Liu Qi could get angry, she changed the subject, "Then I asked you to deal with the people at the foot of the mountain, how did you do it?"

Liu Qi replied as a matter of course, "I just cast a little illusion on them, mistaking my companions for enemies."

"Oh—" Feng Lan stretched out his words, "Doesn't this count as murder?"

"I didn't do anything."

What an idealistic move! Feng Lan reminded, "The corpse——"

"Don't worry, they're all buried!"

"Please put away the evil mist quickly. It smells terrible. The spiritual energy is not so pure anymore." Liu Qi didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Feng Lan. He wrinkled his nose and said, "I still need to ascend to immortality. I don't have so much time to spare for ordinary people."

Feng Lan broke off a few branches from his body and threw two stones with a little spiritual power left to Liu Qi, "Go set up another formation. It's too noisy here."

She calculated and vaguely felt that someone was coming to her from the southeast. The hexagram was chaotic and unclear, sometimes very auspicious and sometimes very inauspicious. It was really strange.