Every time something fatal happened, but every time I managed to survive by chance.

"Church is the only experienced intelligence officer among you. What you have to do is to find the Mist Abyss Fortress so that Church can sneak in and find a way to connect with him and evacuate safely."

Lebius walked off the podium, "Do you have any more questions?"

Boluogo shook his head, and so did everyone else.

Lebius was in a hurry, turned around and left, disappearing at the door. Boluogo wanted to ask Lebius if he had been promoted to defender, but he obviously did not give himself this chance.

Jeffrey did stay, and was responsible for the follow-up chores, such as the timing of the operation, equipment distribution, etc.

…

The Great Rift is a huge garbage dump. This is everyone's first impression of this strange place. Many companies illegally lay pipelines and throw toxic industrial waste into the sea of ​​fog. Some are hidden in the Great Rift.

Among the alchemists, he was also accustomed to disposing of alchemical waste that was difficult to process.

Everyone is dumping garbage into the big rift. Fortunately, this garbage dump will never be filled. No matter what they put into it, they will eventually be swallowed up by the evil, and the ferocious mass of flesh and blood will be burned by the light.

The power burns to ashes.

Like a huge incinerator, nothing is left except ashes that continue to accumulate.

But not everything will fall into the abandoned land, there are still many things mixed into the thick fog, like a soup with toxins added continuously, making it more deadly.

The Great Rift is divided into several areas based on the concentration of the fog sea. Most people live in safe areas where the fog concentration is low. The deeper you go into the Great Rift, the thicker the fog becomes and the more intense the toxins become.

Small-scale acid rain often precipitates from the fog, corroding surrounding buildings. In a certain depth of fog, just exposing your skin will be burned the moment it comes into contact with the fog.

The buildings in the Great Rift were once tens of meters deep, but as the fog gradually thickened, the lower buildings were shrouded in fog, and it became a ruined and dead city hanging on the cliff. Even the abominable demons would

Stay away from places with heavy fog.

In this place where poisonous fog gathers, the ruins of an ancient fortress have been almost completely integrated with the rocks due to geological changes, and have become a shelter for the king's shield guards.

The Shadow King, as always, sat under the round glass bottom. Looking down from here, he could see nothing but milky white mist.

Silent eyes extended from under the silver mask, and he stared at the sea of ​​fog for a long time, until a voice broke the dead silence.

It was a young man. His clothes were simple, but there was a gorgeous sword hanging on his waist. Its scabbard was extremely luxurious and inlaid with gold and gems. It seemed that all the man's wealth was used to decorate this sword.

sword blade. wall

Morrison Buzz, a former member of the King's Secret Sword, was once known as the youngest person in charge of the King's Secret Sword, until he chose to rebel, join the King's Shield Guard, and serve the Shadow King.

He gave up everything he had in the Kogadel Empire, whether it was wealth or fame, Morrison didn't care. The only thing he took from there was his sword blade.

"His Majesty."

Morrison's left hand rested on the hilt of the sword. Before stepping into the glass round bottom, he paused knowingly. It seemed that there was only the Shadow King here, but Morrison knew that the third seat wearing iron armor was there.

Nearby, he has always been like this, guarding the Shadow King at all times.

He knelt down on one knee facing the Shadow King's back.

"The goods from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce have arrived."

The Shadow King stood up slowly, and there were clear cracking sounds under the black robe, like dry skin being torn apart by the movement.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the shadows on one side, and the third seat walked out of the shadows, with a tall body standing behind the Shadow King.

Morrison stood up and led the way. After advancing through the spiral corridors, they saw the so-called cargo in a ruined hall.

Many shield guards gathered here, vigilantly dismantling the goods from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. They all knew how deadly these goods were, and even the Sublime Masters dealt with them wholeheartedly, not daring to make the slightest mistake.

Bottles and bottles of heavy gas tanks were carried down, and they were piled up in a large area.

"According to those merchants, this is all the plague of decay that they can mobilize in their inventory," Morrison explained. "Since the treaty, the Order of Truth has no longer produced these things. Even this group of merchants have

Can’t get much.”

Morrison added, "But these are enough. According to the magnitude, once these plagues of decay are released, they will be enough to destroy the entire Oath City, Opos, and turn this place into a dead place."

"But this premise is that the Order Bureau will sit back and ignore it." Yuan

A hoarse voice sounded from under the Shadow King's mask, "They are very experienced in dealing with extraordinary disasters. With the intervention of the Bureau of Order, it is already very difficult for these decaying epidemics to destroy several blocks, let alone destroy this thing.

It is not an easy task to put it into operation.”

Morrison explained, "Launching is not a problem. The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce has already calculated the time for the next fog surge. If necessary, they are willing to help us induce the rise of the fog tide in advance."

The silent third seat spoke up, "Are you referring to the gray tide haze?"

"Yes." Morrison affirmed.

Gray tide haze is a natural phenomenon unique to the Great Rift. A large amount of fog accumulates in the Great Rift. After a long period of brewing, they will gradually overflow. Dragged by the airflow, they will occasionally erupt into deadly

The heavy smog, the toxic mist will pour out from the depths of the large crack, eroding the entire wandering fork in the road.

This is not the end yet. The poisonous mist will overflow the large crack and spread to the surrounding areas. Therefore, many airflow isolation devices are installed in the buildings in the surrounding areas of the large crack to prevent the poisonous mist from harming the human body.

Morrison said excitedly, "We can trigger an unprecedented smog, mixed with an epidemic of decay."

"Our goal is not to massacre," the third seat said, "but to contain the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword."

"They cannot sit back and ignore such an extraordinary disaster. This gives us the opportunity to take action, and even a bargaining chip to negotiate with them." The third seat then revealed their true purpose.

"Take back Xilin's body."

The third seat and Morrison fantasized about their next actions and the various crises and possibilities they would encounter.

The Shadow King stared at the gas tanks being moved without saying a word. There were some things that he kept hidden in his heart and did not tell anyone, not even the third seat who always protected him.

He will get Xilin's body, Shadow King is sure of this.

Just like destiny, a script has been written long ago, an unchangeable chapter.

With the writing of the astronaut, nothing can twist his will and lead the story astray.

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