The sky was gray mixed with blood. The thick smell of blood and the inexplicable pressure in the air made breathing more difficult than usual.
What I feel all over my body is endless oppression, the rancid smell that keeps trying to get into my body, and... the vague calls in my ears.
There seemed to be many faint but mysterious voices whispering softly in my ears.
The voice seemed to be promising, tempting, or... just simply cursing.
Curse every life that walks here, hoping that they will face a real death of humiliation and pain like yourself.
Such a special and difficult environment is very scary for other people who enter the bloody war zone.
Especially the last murmur, this kind of influence on the spirit and will is something that many people are not good at resisting.
Except for some suicide squads who were forced to play, more than 99% of the teams that were able to enter the bloody battle zone were very good warriors. However, under such strange murmurs, many people still suffered from mental breakdown.
Fortunately, Ning Feng and his team did not have such troubles.
The entire team seemed to be covered with a special layer of gauze. From the outside, it was almost impossible to tell the difference from the surroundings. Only when it moved slowly, it would cause a little ripple, and the slightest difference could be noticed.
"…………"
Ning Feng walked in the front, holding a spear in his right hand. His eyes exposed in the mask were calm and showed no emotion at all.
Under his leadership, the team walked silently. From the outside, nothing unusual could be seen at all.
But, unfortunately, that's just the appearance.
Like the terrifying atmosphere around them, the atmosphere within the team was even colder.
Ning Feng was silent, and Shilin stood beside him equally speechless. The invisible pressure coming from these two people had already made the atmosphere stiff.
Eberron itself is in a lagging position and has no way to speak, and what Anthony said, well... forget it, let's not talk about it.
All in all, even if Andrew wanted to adjust the atmosphere of the team, he couldn't find a chance.
Fortunately, after the initial silence, Mephisto did not stand still.
After losing his composure, Mephistopheles seemed to quickly adjust his emotions, and instead asked the alchemist to take out this item that could block most of the abnormal effects in the bloody battlefield, and led the team to quickly move towards the original destination.
From a team member's perspective, such a companion is trustworthy and reassuring.
But from a friend's perspective, Andrew was a little worried about Mephisto's heart.
What on earth did Mephistopheles sense?
What is he thinking about now?
("Andrew! Andrew!")
The anxious whisper that came to his ears made Andrew, who was on guard, take a moment to think. He looked to the side and in front of him while alerting his surroundings.
Anthony?
My team is already walking in a bloody battle zone, where a battle will break out at any time, and it will be a difficult battle that will threaten their lives.
At this time, no matter how unreliable Anthony is in daily life, he would not want to chat with others when he is lonely.
So, what does he want to say to himself?
Understanding that this might be a breakthrough to change the atmosphere in the team, Andrew tried to reply to the other party's call without much hesitation:
("What's wrong?")
If possible, Andrew hopes that the other party can be more serious at this time.
Fortunately, this time, he made the right bet.
Without looking back, Anthony followed the pace of the two people in front and said seriously:
("I think the current situation is not good.")
("We can't continue like this. If we continue like this, problems will arise.")
Andrew was a little surprised by Anthony's seriousness, and seemed to understand that this was the real him.
Although many people
They don't want to believe it, but in real battles involving life and death, Anthony has always been so reliable.
Before becoming a libertine who hangs around women because of his looks, Anthony was a warrior shaped by his father's hard-core education.
By the way, Anthony himself insisted that it was precisely because of his father's high-pressure education that he became such a character who likes to look for tenderness around women...
He claimed that it was not his fault that caused all this, but the fault of the current head of the Eli family!
And because there was so much missing love, he had to get it back from many women.
...you ask about the result?
What is the result?
Anthony raised this point in public three times, and the number of times he was publicly sanctioned by his dear father was far more than ten times this number.
As for how many times in private, no one cares. Anyway, Anthony has not been beaten to death yet...
A loving father and a filial son are nothing more than this.
Looking at Anthony's back, Andrew thought with some emotion:
"It's not easy for him to be so stubborn and grow up so big."
In that kind of environment where the outside world is constantly staring at him, he can still go his own way, and Anthony's heart is unexpectedly strong.
("What do you think?")
Looking straight ahead, Anthony nodded slightly:
("I have an idea, but I need you to cooperate with me... Regardless of whether it is successful or not, at least ask him the reason for the change.")
Everyone is not an idiot. Mephisto's previous reaction was probably not without reason.
Even if it is an intuition without reason, it must be made clear!
After all, Anthony knows a woman with very accurate intuition, and he knows very well that things like the sixth sense can be unexpectedly useful in many cases.
("good.")
good.
After receiving Andrew's answer, Anthony inhaled slightly and raised his hand towards the back in front of him:
"Mephisto, I said..."
But before he could finish speaking, Mephistopheles' footsteps suddenly stopped, causing Anthony's words to get stuck in his throat.
!!!
"……What's wrong?"
When he didn't get an answer, Anthony frowned and looked at Mephisto's back, feeling a little angry in his heart.
Refusing to communicate with your companions during battle is a very bad sign.
"you……"
At this time, Mephistopheles spoke for the first time after a long silence:
"We're here."
"Are we here? You said we have arrived at Outpost Three?"
"Well, and it's a pity..."
The cold voice sounded even colder than before, and just hearing it made Anthony feel uneasy.
what happened?
"We are late."
!!?
Clang…
Holding the spear in his hand tightly, Ning Feng turned his head slightly to look at the three companions behind him, and spoke softly:
"Pick up your weapons and prepare to fight."
He spoke one word after another, for no other reason than to suppress his almost uncontrollable murderous intention.