"I told you, it's just a bit foggy, but it's not like you can't see anymore. Go back to work! Don't think about being lazy all day long."

This alliance is not well-intentioned, and most likely it is a trick directed and performed by those guys themselves.

He clearly remembered that the coalition's front line had been pushed to the middle of Shifeng Mountain. How could the torch reach here?

Seeing that the commander didn't even listen to what he said, the tenth captain was so anxious that his head was sweating, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing the unkind look on the face of the overseer who was holding a whip, he could only bite the bullet and go back to the field and pick up the farm tools thrown beside the field ridge.

Those supervisors acted as war supervisors when they arrived on the battlefield. These guys were never polite to their own people, and their attacks were neither light nor serious. He didn't want to go back with a disgrace on his face.

At this moment, there was a sudden plop, and someone fell next to him in the field.

The man was about thirty or forty years old. His face was sallow and his body was as thin as skin and bones. He looked like he was born a serf.

When the people nearby saw this, they quickly dragged him out of the field and laid him flat on the ground.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the overseer. A man carrying a whip quickly came over and shouted at the crowd gathered together.

"What are you all doing here?"

A rat clansman shouted tremblingly.

"Someone fainted! My lord!"

The supervisor laughed.

"Fainted? I think he wants to be whipped! Wake him up!"

Seeing that no one could wake him up, the supervisor walked up, knelt down, and slapped the middle-aged man twice.

The man who had been slapped twice did make some movement, and weakly opened his eyes. However, what was revealed was not the black eyeballs, but the pale whites of his eyes.

"Hey, I think you're tired of living."

Thinking that the man was provoking him, the supervisor suddenly became angry, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to strangle his neck, but saw the man open his mouth and bite him fiercely.

This bite showed no mercy at all, and seemed to vent all the usual resentment. For a moment, the skin and flesh of the hand were torn open, and blood flowed freely.

"Ahh!!!"

The fields echoed with the screams of the overseers.

I saw him desperately trying to pull his hand out of the man's mouth, but the man bit him and refused to let go.

Everyone around was frightened when they saw this, and for a moment they forgot to go up and start a fight.

No one expected that the scrawny guy would burst out with such great strength, let alone that he would dare to take action against the person supervising the team.

Is this life-threatening?

After all, they were members of the expeditionary force. Maybe one day General Babita would get mad and they would go to the battlefield again.

At this time, if you offend the person who supervises the battle team, you will be shot in the back of the head.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away. Even if two people die, no one will find out how they died.

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of rats living in the nobles' manors. No one even remembers their names...

A black emotion swelled in everyone's hearts and gradually became distorted.

So what if this world is destroyed? Anyway, this world has never belonged to them for a second.

They suddenly didn't want to go up and pull the two people apart. They just wanted to watch the rat rolling his eyes disembowel the horse overseer and let his blood soak into the land.

not only that.

It would be better if everyone died...

Only when all human gadgets are dead can the bad roots of people disappear along with them, and they can start over with a new identity and truly end the painful reincarnation.

Not just the reincarnation of Borneo, but all reincarnations!

Suddenly, another person fell to the ground, and then climbed up from the soil. Soon, the roars of wild beasts and heart-rending screams were heard again in the field.

That mist seems to have a strange magical power that can influence people's minds, infinitely amplify primitive instincts and desires, and eventually make them become the puppet of this trend.

Such as appetite.

Tiny mycelium slowly emerged from the soil, infecting all crops and vegetation, and then released spores, assimilating other living creatures as well.

This seems to be the source of the thick fog.

The denser the vegetation, the denser the gray-green mist.

The more malnourished and weak a person is, the more likely they are to be infected by it.

Especially the piece of land that was opened up as a fruit orchard.

Only a few of the entire group of a hundred people were still conscious, and they ran away screaming.

These guys who can't eat more than a few meals in their lives are undoubtedly the most suitable breeding ground for the plague to breed!

Macul was stunned, staring at the chaotic field with his mouth open, and finally a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"These lunatics...are they going to rebel?!"

Isn’t that right?!

I just asked them to do a job, not to mention that working here is not as tiring as when they were in their hometown!

It was only then that he realized what the ten-captain had said before, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's no longer safe here... We have to get out of here as soon as possible. Yes, go to the train station!"

The entire wasteland is full of lunatics, and the people in the wasteland will gradually become abnormal when they come.

He believes it now.

Only Borneo is the safest place, and he must return there immediately!

He turned around and was about to run out of here, but saw that a group of madmen had surrounded him, blocking all his escape routes.

The overseer who was following him looked at him in panic, his eyes full of fear, as if asking him what to do.

Macul's heart was filled with confusion and he shouted loudly.

"These people are traitors! They... betrayed the empire! Don't be merciful, just kill them!"

After receiving permission to fire, the supervisors drew their pistols, pointed them at the madmen who surrounded them, and pulled the triggers mercilessly.

The sound of gunfire echoed across the fields, but the firepower of several pistols was too small to suppress the surging crowd.

Including Makur, four officers and twelve overseers were quickly pushed to the ground by thousands of people.

Screams rang out one after another, and then were drowned out by the crunching sounds of gnawing.

"Stop! You disgusting rats! Let me go! Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will kill your family - ah!!!"

"Help...please..."

The sincere begging for mercy obviously had no effect, and Markul's voice gradually weakened, and finally turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Those crazy rat tribe people also ate to their fill.

They couldn't eat meat twice a year, but this time they had their mouths full of fat intestines.

The longing for flesh and blood burned in the pair of eyes, and the whites of the eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet.

At the same time, nourished by the blood, dark green spores slowly crawled out of their nostrils and ears, like moss growing from the corners of the wall.

Not just that--

The soil under their feet also began to loosen slowly, and something crawled out of the soil that exuded a rancid smell along the mycelium that drilled out of the soil.

They were skeletons that had been buried for countless years. Most of the bones had even become brittle, but the gray-green spores glued them together, absorbed the remaining genetic factors, and gave them

New "bones" and "flesh".

The spores permeating the air pointed out the direction for them to move forward. They dragged their incomplete bodies, making the sound of "Has Haas", and moved towards those stubborn organisms that refused to embrace evolution...

The sound of gunfire was loud not only in the endless fields by the Wei River, but also in Kunzhen, not far from the Weifu military base.

Most of the survivors stranded here are wastelanders from Jinchuan Province, especially those from Mafu Town. They are not only strong in body, but also have strong folk customs. Not many people are infected by Naguo's mycelium.

However, those things that suddenly grew out of the ground still caused them a lot of trouble...

The tavern at the entrance of the town.

A round of bullets knocked down more than a dozen fruiting bodies that rushed up, and the mosquito cursed.

"MMP! What are these guys?!"

"The expansion pack has been updated again??" Kakarot, who was standing next to him, was also confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

The rat guy who was selling cards for the mosquitoes hid under the table shivering.

This guy has been eating well recently, probably because his nutrition has kept up, but he has not mutated.

Ten Fist Man said nervously.

"These guys are just like zombies... could they be the survivors who disappeared from the mansion before?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that! Those guys from Torch probably dug up all the old graves from 200 years ago!"
To be continued...