Doomsday Hunter

Not only is the night coming, but a layer of fog spreads and covers the world.

The proud lights of human civilization cannot illuminate all of this. The primitive people who learned to ignite in the early hours of the morning were at a loss. Overwhelmed.

However, once the flame has been lit, it will not go out easily.

Prometheus in the West, Flint in the East, and all the mythical figures and historical sages who have contributed to the fire of civilization and technology, seem to be holding up the flames that belong to people at this moment.

Dispel all cold, dispel all darkness and dampness.

There was a little light in the mist overhead, and the shelling had continued from the early morning to the afternoon.

The person who held the torch and confronted the nameless gray fog also changed several rounds. Everyone found that Li Le and Xi Sa were the ones who supported the most recently.

Lin Yin took Sun Ling and Yang Qixin, who could not maintain their strength in the world seed, to catch the bishop who was slowly recovering in the fog.

Li Le held up the torch, which was also scarred and shaky, and held it at the last moment.

"No! It can't be—"

With the roar of the nameless gray fog resounding throughout the world, the steam island's long-lasting fog disappeared.

The outside artillery fire ceased, and the great sage opened the alchemy array, isolating the residual influence of the artillery fire and nuclear fusion. At this time, it happened to be sunset.

Mengbuyi was the first to withdraw from the space passage.

The rest of the Salvation Army looked at Li Le, who was holding a torch. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

The great sage flew to him, took the torch, and his breath reached the level of a demigod: "Mr. Mist, thank you very much for your help."

World Seed lost its strength and was forced to close.

The power of the two fell to the ninth level together, but looking at Hesa, Dracula and others, although the Steam Island side suffered heavy losses, it was not weak.

"Thank you for your help," Arna told the Salvation Army members.

Qing smiled: "Well, the committee will summarize the consumption of this battle after a while. We hope that the loss can be supplemented in the process of trade with Steam Island."

The Great Sage and Hermes didn't look very good, but they didn't say anything.

sunset.

Steam Island is dark and ruined, and I don't know how long it will take to rebuild.

"I haven't seen such a bright starry sky on Steam Island for a long time." Bass fell to the ground, raised his head and said to Li Le who was beside him: "You know, although the air pollution in those factories is very serious, it is not foggy all day. "

"It's just that vampires get sunburned, werewolves and fallen angels get weakened by sunlight, and dark elves get stabbed in the eyes by too bright light."

"That's why they gave up some of their interests and let the Alchemy Association and the Magic Academy create this fog."

Li Le also looked up at the stars: "Well, I heard you say it in my previous life."

This fog almost cut off everything.

Bass held Li Le's hand, and the two remained silent together, letting the stars scatter in the world.

"I don't know how many people will be frozen to death tonight." Yang Qixin and Sun Ling came over, holding the dying bishop: "How to deal with this?"

"I think the sportswear on him is good, so I'll take it off first." Li Le said.

The great sage landed: "I'll deal with it."

He looked at the steam island full of ruins, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Hermes looked thoughtful: "So they came to destroy the windmill forest in the first place to make the Steam Island a place full of fog?"

"Perhaps." Li Le nodded.

"I didn't drop the seal of God, which means that my lord has not completely died." The bishop suddenly said: "The faith is still there, and the gods are immortal. Don't think that you have won."

Li Le's expression changed next to him, but he stopped talking.

Jack descended with the cloak: "In the future, the main goal of the Salvation Army is to wipe out the Church of Grey Fog."

The night is still long.

But it wasn't too cold, and the temperature remained close to 20 degrees. I don't know if it is the residual temperature of nuclear fusion or the effect of the great sage's alchemy circle.

Stacks of bonfires were lit in the ruins.

Survivors raised their somewhat numb faces, griefing and crying, and pondering what to do next.

The surviving civic councils are running around, counting losses.

"It's hard to estimate, in short, a lot." Wilton sighed, and then was a little happy. Because a large number of aristocratic gangs and the like are gone, there will be a power vacuum stage next, and the city council will be able to extend its power to various places if it seizes the opportunity.

Everything seemed to calm down on Steam Island.

The faint light of the alchemy formation could be seen from the sky. And a little bit of fire on the island.

In the whole night, there may not be too many lights.

But everywhere was the light of bonfires and torches. After all, even without electricity, there is always fuel to burn.

Civilization has entered the night. But the fire didn't go out.

The next night is still very long, I don't know how long it will last. In short, human beings will never be defeated, and so will civilization. Tenacious, rogue, tenacious, and shamelessly exist together with this earth.

Always.

Hesa was held in the corner by a group of people to throw sober spells and sanity recovery spells. Then he broke free, and it was chaos again.

On the remains of the Sky Fortress, the Time Returner did not know when to appear and landed on the bell tower, sighing and preparing to leave: "This is really a loss-making business."

It manipulates time, briefly restores itself to its peak state, and disappears with the clock tower.

The Great Sage put the torch back on the shore of Steam Island.

The Olympic fog master, who has swallowed part of the nameless gray fog power, also has the spare energy to rebuild its fog garden. But in the next few years, it may only remain at the strength of the ninth level.

Unless all the people in Steam Island go to the foggy garden to play around.

Under the starry sky, there is peace.

Tammy returned to the half-folded tower, and the starlight formed a human form behind him, repairing everything in front of him.

In the crystal ball in front of you, starlight and fate are turning and evolving. It ended up in chaos. The only thing to see is that there is no sign of grey fog for the next decade.

Ten years is enough. During these ten years, the Church of the Grey Mist has to be divided even if it does not perish.

Moreover, who would worship a **** defeated by mortals?

"What do you think?" The great sage squatted down and asked his old opponent, "Have you seen the power of human beings? Are you still thinking about those myths?"

The bishop didn't say anything, just closed his eyes.

The Great Sage used alchemy to end the man's deity.

A bishop who could have become a human demigod in the future died. Like his gods, he is a nameless person in the end.

"I think the nameless gray fog may be dead. Although there is no seal of God and other things dropped, it may be that the dropped things also have the ability to block detection, so no one found it." Beth made a guess.

Li Le took out the lollipop, threw it into his mouth, and said to Mattson, "The wand is here for you."

The World Seed in his right hand squirmed a few times and spat out a gray crystal.

ps this volume is over.