Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 8: Night Singer (Part 2)
All the mercenaries pressed the runes in unison, as if they were one person. The runes that soothed the animals and forced them to sleep instantly flashed, forcing the horses pulling the carts into a dream. Even the most intense battles and blows would not wake these creatures up. This was a protective measure to prevent unexpected phenomena, to prevent the horses from getting scared and running away with the supplies, which was an embarrassing thing.
But this function is not just that. In the set program, these horses formed a formation in their sleep, and the iron carriages and some protective shields inside and outside rose one by one with the actions of the mercenaries. A small steel bunker was formed in less than a few seconds. The light of the runes illuminated the surroundings, allowing the soldiers to surround each other and look at the outside world vigilantly. The shadows of the jungle kept swallowing up in the churning fog. The world that suddenly became silent seemed to have only the rough breathing sound and the sound of some iron chains rubbing due to inertia.
If you listen carefully, you can hear, in addition to the murmur of the foggy night itself, and the friction of the iron chains, a faint singing voice coming from afar. Even in this terrifying foggy night, the owner of the singing voice seems to be relaxed and comfortable, and the slightly hoarse singing voice, as if there is a problem with the throat, casts a shadow on everyone's heart.
The fact that someone could sing happily on a night like this is definitely not something that humans can understand.
"You can escape for a long time, escape for a long time, escape for a long time..."
From far to near.
The ethereal singing voice passed through the branches and shade of the trees, like a lingering soul lingering on the branches.
The mercenaries looked at each other, nodded, drew their swords, and stood back to back, with the runes lit up one by one, staring at the forest with the power of magic. However, the sharp magic pierced through the fog, but still scratched everything, only pieces of white fog were torn apart and scattered, leaving a little light.
The existence of the monster had been confirmed, and maintaining the mental connection would easily affect their minds. The soldiers who had lost the connection did not show any particular panic, but instead carefully leaned against each other, observing any abnormal points outside, and whispered to each other about their opinions. However, the shadows that appeared from the ancient stories continued to entangle these people's minds, making their sense of uneasiness even stronger.
Because it had never happened before, most monsters would howl in the fog and rush over through the thick fog. This kind of monster with sound really didn't seem like a normal monster.
"... Is it a Night Spirit? I heard that Night Spirits may be able to speak a language similar to that of humans."
"I don't think that thing has artistic talent. I've seen it, and it was a stupid thing. This is different."
"What is that? What do you think it is?"
"It could be some kind of fatal illusion. It could also be some afterimage from the past or something else. The worst option is that one of the corpses and obsessions in the ancient battlefield somehow escaped. But no matter what, I'm afraid someone will die here this time."
Things that vaguely have a sense of autonomy are always the most dangerous.
The soldier whispered, his eyes narrowed slightly behind his goggles, looking at the surging fog.
The beautiful singing voice still had a weird tune, as if it was singing and narrating at the same time. The entangled singing voice made everyone's heart confused.
"Well, my goodness, let me tell you some news."
"My hair is wet with the midnight dew, and I am now on my knees talking to a man from Galilee."
"His voice was so sweet, I thought I heard the dancing of an angel, he was calling my name, it almost made my heart stop, he said: John, go and do my will."
"Go tell that long-tongued liar, tell that midnight racer, tell that sluggard, tell that gambler, tell that slanderer, tell them that one day they will face the wrath of the Lord..."
"One day you will face the wrath of the Lord. One day you will face the wrath of the Lord."
"alert!!!"
Almost as soon as the song began, the leader’s shrill roar echoed among the mountains.
The magic power of the forest was suddenly agitated. The moment the song sounded, the translucent shield seemed to have hit something horrible, and the entire shape suddenly sank. All the mercenaries' minds seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. Their clear and rational consciousness suddenly became hazy, and they couldn't help but wail.
Along with the singing, it was as if the whole world came alive. In the soldiers' uncomfortable senses, everything around them began to come alive. Twisted trees pulled up their trunks, the mist screamed, and along with the singing, some shadow monsters rushed out from the corners and rushed towards the defense line. The ugly monsters howled and rushed , like phantoms, penetrating the obstruction of the magic barrier outside, and appeared directly in front of the mercenaries, baring their dark claws.
"What the fuck is this!"
"I don't know! What are you doing?!"
He subconsciously swung his sword down, but all that remained was a ball of distorted air and the stunned faces of his companions.
"You can throw your stones, hide your hands, and work against your fellow men in secret, but just as God distinguishes between black and white, those secret deeds will be exposed."
The originally harmonious space was suddenly filled with an exploding sense of irritation. Everyone glared at each other with gnashing teeth, believing that the other party was definitely hiding something from them. This was supposed to be a matter of course, but it made people subconsciously raise their swords and point them at their former companions.
"You can run away for a long time, run away for a long time, run away for a long time, but one day you will face the wrath of the Lord, one day you will face the wrath of the Lord..."
Then, the singing stopped abruptly.
Just like an illusion, the fog was flowing peacefully around them, the dark green lights were still shining safely, the mercenaries who fell to the ground panicked, the soldiers who drew their swords looked blankly at the empty surroundings, and the people who were about to fight each other looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say. In the cold and damp fog, their actions looked so ridiculous that the horses that were still awake snorted in disdain.
"Ah, hey, friends, do you need any help... oh, it seems not?"
But you don't need help or swords, right?
Looking at the people who were on high alert, the figure coming out from behind the tree was slightly stunned.
