After searching six suspicious areas in a row, it was almost seven in the morning. It was autumn, the nights were getting longer, and the fog was shrouded. It was not yet bright, but the night had turned from dark to dark gray. Robo did not give up, but continued to search with Jingjue separately. As long as they were not too far apart, he could remotely control them. Taiwan Novel Network →🅣🅦🅚🅐🅝.🅒🅞🅜 The effort paid off, and he really found it. To be specific, I need to give credit to the Blood Moon Cult. It turned out that the migration team was not in any of the areas that Robo had marked on the map in advance and considered to be the key search areas. Instead, it was in a very inconspicuous col. From the perspective of topography and even the migration route, this place was not suitable for a temporary camp, let alone an old residence. Because the terrain is low-lying and there is no direct access to the gap, the outer slope is gentle and the inner cliff is steep, just like a vertical shaft dug in the middle of the earth mound, it is a real place that is easy to hide dirt and filth, commonly known as a "sinkhole".
Although the people in this world did not create the theory of Feng Shui and did not understand bacteria and viruses, they also knew that they should not stay in low-lying gullies when traveling in the wilderness. So, what is the reason for the migration team that knows common sense to go the other way? A magic plant. Mutated ground thorns. This plant originally lived underground, but now it has lifted the "veil" and stretched many branches out of the ground to better absorb the free extraordinary power. With the help of the perspective of fear, Robo only took a few glances and knew that this guy was not a demonized monster during the spiritual tide fog, but an ancient one. He estimated that this guy had already started composting when the extraordinary power was still sufficient, just like a bear eating seaweed and storing fat to survive the winter. He even thought that the bush spirit had made a simple sealed tank in the relatively closed environment underground to store more supernatural power. If not, even if it began to hibernate in the era when the supernatural power income and expenditure could no longer be balanced, the long years would be enough to consume its stored "fat", and it would not be able to break through the ground and form a canopy to absorb the supernatural power in the air as soon as the spiritual tide mist appeared. You know, due to the density, the phenomenon of the afterglow of the spiritual tide basically flows on the surface, like a light rain on the wet ground. Before it can penetrate deeply and moisten the ground, the spiritual tide is gone. Of course, conversely, due to the same density, when the surface is already rare for supernatural power, deep underground, you can still dig up a natural "air chamber" with a very good concentration. Supernatural power is not air, but it uses matter as a carrier, which is a common phenomenon and is easier to retain. Tree spirits are not rare, but there are not many who can live in harmony with humans. Because the symbol of human civilization is slash-and-burn farming, logging and burning, the place where humans live must be deserted and unsuitable for plant spirits to survive. Moreover, this world is not magical enough, there are no intelligent races such as elves and dwarves, and the result of the relatively single species is that humans and non-humans (monsters) are naturally opposed and clearly divided. However, this mutant ground thorn, for some unknown reason, chose to shelter some humans. Fear was attracted by the quarrel between the Blood Moon Cult and the ground thorn, and then discovered the migration team. Because the migration team has two extraordinary people, who are brothers with Victor, the original Robert and Dick, and are also liberals. Their families are also members of the migration team. At this time, when dealing with the people of the Blood Moon Cult, the weapons used include magic chains, which are very easy to identify. ‘Puff! 'The sound of piercing flesh and bones and the sound of breaking wind sounded almost at the same time. The sound seemed strange, but the impact of the ultra-high-speed cone thorn was really good. An elite of the Blood Moon Cult with a strong supernatural aura was killed in this way.
Between the combat positioning and spell-like ability of Terror, even if Black Robo himself went up, it was not as good as its excellent performance. Among them, the most commendable is the breaking of the law. Like mana shields and death pendants, they can't stop this breaking of the law. Correspondingly, Terror has become a fragile one. Of course, its fragility is also relative, which means that in front of supernatural people of the same strength level as it, it basically does not have the ability to hold the line one-on-many. The people of the Blood Moon Cult react quickly. They have the protection of the artifact. Once someone dies, the others will receive an alert immediately. In addition, the protection of the artifact can also allow them to better identify enemies and friends in the foggy environment. However, after the adaptive transformation, Terror has gained the ability to use the fog. Especially the darkness + fog, which allows it to disappear and appear at any time, as if it can travel between the shadow plane and the real plane, but in fact there is no concept of the shadow plane in this world. The terrifying assassination is not just an enhanced version of the blowgun-like cone piercing, but also a cone ray. The people of the Blood Moon Cult cannot rely on their own abilities to detect the erosion of this radiation, and the body gives a strong discomfort signal, which is often too late. ‘Shua! ’ The shadow flashed, and the head flew up. It was a typical case of being ambushed and killed in a weak state, and there was no time to display all the skills. The people of the Blood Moon Cult did not realize the role of radiation in it at first. They just thought that the enemy's stealth and assassination level was too high, and their own personnel were not careful enough. “Hold together, form an array, avoid fighting alone...” This is the response method given by its leader. Obviously, he did not want to give up this operation. The so-called array is actually back-to-back, generally three people, so that they can keep an eye on all directions and respond in time no matter which direction the attack comes from. But under the invisible erosion of the cone ray, the state itself fell below the horizontal line, watching the attack and killing appear, and could not react in time. So, after the formation, one died and three died. Finally, someone shouted: "It's poisonous!" This is a dying wail in the context of extreme physical discomfort. It cannot describe the truth. It can only use such ambiguous words to warn the complexity of the attacker's means. But this "poison" is too general. You know, the Blood Moon Cult is more familiar with the composition of the fog, otherwise it would not be able to use the fog to form miasma. Even Robo could not detect it immediately and had already transformed the fog into blood fog. Because of this understanding, they all wore masks with air filtering functions like dust masks. This kind of mask can also prevent toxic gases from being inhaled. Their armor and clothes were all treated with supernatural treatment. The inferior ones were coated with supernatural coatings, while the better ones were made of magic weaves or magic weapons. Only a little supernatural power was needed to maintain the barrier effect, and poison powder and the like could not do anything about it. Therefore, when "poisonous" was called out, these people were confused, and then they thought that the swords were smeared with strong toxins, and after breaking through the armor and defense and injuring the skin and flesh, the toxins took effect.
"Swish!" The hand shield was sacrificed. As an ancient organization, the equipment is not just as simple as being excellent, but has its own unique things. Outsiders generally call it a strange weapon, thinking that it is more pretentious than practical. But in fact, they have enough time for systematic training and excellence. Although the overall training cycle is long, the effect is also first-class. Ordinary people do not understand the insidiousness of this kind of strange weapon, on the contrary, ordinary weapons are easily restrained by it. It can be said that this ancient organization has dabbled in all aspects that can be used to improve its strength, and then summarized a mature training process, and then produced and selected thugs of various grades in batches. One of the focuses of this batch is high adaptability. Therefore, their weapons and equipment are complicated and varied to adapt to different combat needs. But the terrifying means are beyond the routine, and the defensive position is still not enough to help them turn the disadvantage back. "Gather!" The leader realized that the loss of members did not slow down due to the adjustment of strategies and tactics. Finally, he could not bear the pressure and decided to give up this operation and save the living force. But he did not dare to let the team scatter and escape. The enemy is likely to be multiple. In this context, if they escape individually, they are likely to be chased and killed, with heavy casualties. However, this misjudgment directly led to Robo's timely arrival. The sky was about to be bright, but Robo was like a big cuttlefish, bringing darkness wherever he swam. His hand now stroked the floating shaking on the water surface, and as it moved faster, ripples formed in the mist. And it was these ripples that rippled the darkness and changed the environment. After being shrouded in this darkness, the feeling of horror began to grow in people's hearts, and the emotion of fear was constantly amplified and amplified, and then, the awake nightmare began to appear. This place became the home of the Old Ones. Fear no longer needs to sneak deliberately, it wanders among the prey, becoming a part of the many unspeakable horror illusions in the eyes of these prey, and is responsible for turning the false attacks of the illusion into real damage. This is the ability to materialize after the technical information and data of the Blood Moon Cult were obtained in the Lonely Mountain Castle. The extraordinary technology of the Blood Moon Cult is dark, and it is easier for the Old Ones to digest. "Take the blood pill and rush out!" The leader realized that the problem was serious, and directly played the strategy of burning the boats. If this strategy is not used, there may be a first-line upgrade. If it is used, the team will be buried immediately. Blood Pill is a typical evil product. During the manufacturing process, it not only extracts the vitality of living people, but also extracts a part of the soul to be integrated into it to enhance the effect. This is actually a compromise method for the failure of life energy extraction technology. Of course, the failure of extraction technology is not simply a problem of the technology itself. It also lies in the manufacturing cost of blood pill. After all, it is a widely used magic potion, and the lives of most members are not so precious. So, let the user take on his own will, and call it: holy refining.
In fact, it is similar to alcoholism + hallucinogens, which will cause addiction and irreversible mental damage. But long-term illness makes doctors, and the Blood Moon Cult does have relevant technical means to hedge this negative impact, but the effect varies from person to person, and even at the maximum, there is still nearly 30% harm. It is normal for a cult to have a low bottom line. This is also because the Blood Moon Cult is an ancient organization behind it, and the technology is constantly updated and iterated, and there are more excessive ones than this. On the other hand, as long as there is an extraordinary effect, some are losers who have messed up their lives or have had their lives messed up, or gamblers who are willing to be guinea pigs, and they all think that they will be the ones who can get away with it. But the Old Ones are masters of playing with thoughts and consciousness, especially negative emotions. The famous San value loss is the best interpretation. Already trapped in the fear trap, they try to use another extreme means of self-hypnosis to fight against it, using illusion to fight illusion, using poison to fight poison? This is indeed the idea, but it is indeed a gamble. If you are not careful, you will make things worse and help your opponent to pit yourself. This time, it was just like this. The Blood Moon Cult did not win the bet, but was completely defeated. Under the radiation of Robo and Terror, their souls mutated, and then their bodies distorted. In this way, the slave beast was born. The full name should be called the Black Fern Slave Beast. It incorporates plant characteristics. Except for its aversion to sunlight, it has no fatal weaknesses. However, it has another constant DeBuff, eternal hunger. This is a physiological and psychological addiction. The former can be relieved by extracting various energies, while the latter requires Robo, who is in the position of a slave owner, to grant mental power containing specific information to eliminate it. And superior units like Terror can inject mental power into it to relieve the symptoms, otherwise the feeling of hunger and thirst is many times more tormenting than blood thirst and drug addiction. This is actually a knowledge curse, a weight that the soul cannot bear, and this weight comes from the mutation of the soul and body. To put it in a more vivid way, giving someone an inexhaustible amount of money and making him spend money crazily, and finally this person's mentality is completely lost and distorted in the expansion. They are all forced gifts that far exceed their mental endurance, but the one used by Robo is more technically controllable. The black fern looks like a mummy, with dull skin, rough and tough, like the skin of a rhinoceros, with little meat on the body, and bones clearly visible. It looks like a bunch of bean sprouts growing on the head, but these leaves that are always about to bloom are black and purple, and the sunken eyes are flashing with a strange fire-like light. Except for endless hunger and thirst, no emotions can be read. They basically retain the wisdom they had before they died, but under the distortion of hunger and thirst, they appear neurotic, irritable, and crazy. Robo raised his chin slightly towards the fear, and the fear understood what Robo meant, and began to clean up the battlefield with the slaves. They sucked the dead into residues that were not even suitable for fertilizer, and then disappeared into the mist with the utensils that the carriers could use and pay for. Now they are still in the initial stage, they will expand into a huge clan, with different forms and different characteristics, to better adapt to this new world. At the same time, a disaster of devouring and destroying things that snowballs first and then spreads at a geometric rate after breaking a certain threshold begins. This is the Plague of the Old Ones. These leg hairs are like their masters. Their endless hunger drives them to continue killing and growing, but their needs are more specific and easier for mortals to understand. And Rob is the only rational person in this group...
