The ferocious hound, which was twice the size of a calf and looked like a shrunken tiger with an enlarged head, suddenly appeared behind the leader of the attackers.
He didn't hold back at all, biting the man's head off with a single bite. Then, he dashed into the group of attackers like a violent gale. As he dashed left and right, the attackers were immediately thrown off their feet.
The well-trained attackers wanted to fight back, but this bulky and bloated hound was very nimble.
No!
It wasn't just nimble anymore!
It was …
Transcendence!
A moment ago, the hound was right in front of their eyes, yet it vanished and the next moment, it appeared behind them and bit their neck.
After a few times, looking at the headless corpse, all of the attackers' necks started to turn cold, and their hearts started to tremble.
Then, Forv gave the order to fight back.
Forv had no idea where this special hound came from, but he knew it was a chance for him!
"Kill!"
A loud growl later, Forv dashed out, the sword in his hand grazing the neck of his horse, grazing the seams of the armor and plunging into the abdomen of the attacker.
Puk!
When the attacker covered his abdomen, Forv's second stab arrived. The second stab went through the gap between the neck and the armor.
The lifeless body fell off his horse. Forv jumped on his horse, grabbed the spear on the body, lowered his body, and charged forward.
The young men behind Forv roared and charged forward. The believers who were hunters drew their bows and readied their arrows.
The situation was turned around in an instant.
Carl heaved a breath of relief on top of Great Sparrow Ridge.
He was ready to make a move.
Even if he had to expose his location, he wouldn't care.
If his captain and teammates were still alive, they would have done the same.
They were a patrol unit.
They were born to protect the people of Sicar.
It was their duty and honor.
Even if they died, it would never change.
However, just as he was about to make his move, the situation on the battlefield changed beyond his expectations.
The huge hound that came out of nowhere turned the situation around.
Carl could feel how extraordinary the hound was.
Not only did it possess a stealth ability that was similar to invisibility, but its speed and strength had also long surpassed the scope of ordinary dogs. Even tigers were somewhat inferior to it.
Karl could even imagine that if the dog changed its fighting style and launched a frontal assault, the cavalry would still be helpless against it.
The difference was too great.
It was a completely crushing method.
"Like a Phernesa?"
"No, no, even more thorough than Phernesa!"
"It's a natural-born Transcendent creature!"
Karl's eyes instantly lit up.
There were many Transcendent creatures in the biographies, but there were very few in reality. Before the Black Cataclysm, there were some rumors, but after the Black Cataclysm, there were no more rumors.
Karl was very curious about Extraordinary creatures.
However, when he thought of his current appearance, his curiosity disappeared.
After all, strictly speaking, he was now considered a transcendent creature.
If they were caught, they would be sent to Aïtantin Castle for experiments if they could avoid being burned to death.
As a noble, Karl had heard about the research on Castle Aïtantin.
He didn't want to become a research subject.
Of course, he didn't want to die either.
So, Karl turned around and prepared to return to the graveyard.
He didn't want to communicate with the people below, even if they were the believers of the God of Mist. However, the moment he turned around, he suddenly turned around.
There was nothing in his field of vision, but he could feel that kind of scrutiny.
The scrutiny was to determine if he was a friend or foe.
He knew where the scrutiny came from.
'It still possesses a certain level of intellect?'
Karl thought in his heart. Then, he raised his hands and gestured for Phernesa to step back.
Soon enough, the scrutinizing gaze was gone.
'An excellent catcher.'
Karl commented before vanishing from the mountain peak.
At the foot of the mountain, the battle had also come to an end. After the last attacker's neck was bitten off by the hound, everyone stopped and looked at the hound that was as big as a grown man. Their gazes were filled with astonishment and speculations. In the end, the representative of the cavalry, Forv, jumped down from his horse.
"Are you here on behalf of my lord?"
Forv asked in a respectful tone.
Other than his lord, Forv couldn't think of any other existence that could own such a hound.
That's right, a hound!
Forv, who was also born in the mountains, was certain that the hound was a hound.
Even though it was bigger, stronger, faster, and could even go invisible, it was no different from a common hound.
The squatting Hound tilted its head, as if it was thinking about Forv's words. Then, it nodded.
After the hound admitted to the claim, the other believers were relieved of their last worries and cheered.
"The supreme lord!"
Cheers sounded one after another, the believers were extremely excited.
Before this, they were still worried about returning to Sicar, but after this battle and the sudden appearance of the hound, the believers were filled with confidence.
What else was more comforting to the believers than having their own God watching over them?
It was undoubtedly the protection they needed right now!
"My lord, please wait for a moment.
I'll clean up the battlefield and return to Sicar right away. "
Forv tried to keep his voice calm, but the tremble in his voice indicated his excitement.
Forv was also a young man.
A devoted believer of the God of Mist.
How could he not be excited?
If he wasn't the leader of the team, he would have already shouted at the top of his lungs.
The other three groups were in a similar situation as well.
Similarly, they were ambushed and rescued by the hound.
Kieran, who was having his breakfast, quietly watched over everything with the help of [Lord of Mist]'s power.
The hound was sent out by Kieran out of habit in case of accidents — he didn't want any trouble to befall the 'subordinates' that might become his strength.
Judging from the current situation, the person who had his eyes on Kieran was much more decisive than he thought.
As for Kieran?
He was the same.
In fact, he was even more direct.
After finishing the last glass of milk, Kieran looked at the Elite Hound beside his feet.
[Hound Ring] can summon five Hounds that are slightly stronger than normal and one Elite Hound.
Kieran sent out four of them to follow the other four groups.
The other one followed Sergei quietly. The young man's performance among the believers made Kieran feel that he should be paid more attention to.
The most powerful Elite Hound was by his side.
"Did you write down the smell?"
Kieran asked.
Perhaps it would be difficult for others to fight back against the people behind these attackers.
But to Kieran, it was really too easy.
The attackers who came into contact with the Hound before had exposed their scent and as the boss of the [Hound Ring], the Elite Hound had also picked up the scent.
The Elite Hound nodded obediently.
The corners of Kieran's mouth curled up as he said softly,
"Find them, then …"
"Tear them apart!"
He would eat anything, but he would never suffer a loss.
So, he thought it was necessary to teach the attackers a lesson.
Of course, for the sake of safety, not just the Elite Hound, there were also two Silent Guards from [Sight of Light]. The two guards could last for 12 hours and possessed the shadow attribute. Although they only possessed Strong attack, their ability to hide and ignore most physical attacks were enough to make them good helpers for the Elite Hound.
Wuuu!
The Elite Hound whimpered softly before vanishing on the spot with the two Silent Guards.
Kieran then looked at [Lord of Mist].
[Lord of Mist] was still the size of a palm and looked like a turbid crystal, but its attributes had changed a little.
[Name: Lord of Mist]
[Type: ETC]
[Rarity: I]
[Attack: None]
[Defense: I]
[Attribute: 1. Mist Control; 2. Poison Mist Assault]
[Effect: 1. Land of Sicar; 2. Reply]
[Prerequisite: Spirit I]
[Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes]
[Remark: An accidental item born during the Black Cataclysm. Unlike how your predecessor roughly used it, it will slowly reveal its own abilities in your hands but when using it, you will still need a powerful Spirit and willpower.]
…
[Mist Control: Summon a 150-meter radius mist and shroud everything in sight, 2/day]
[Poison Mist Assault: Spread a B rank Constitution poison mist inside the mist, targets will have to go through 3 times. Targets who fail all three times will be inflicted with lethal poison damage; targets who fail twice will be inflicted with a Powerful poison attack; targets who fail once will be inflicted with a Strong poison attack; targets who pass all three will be immune to the poison attack but will still be trapped in the mist.]
…
[Land of Sicar: The title of Mist has been acknowledged within Land of Sicar. With the Lord of Mist, you can move the mist in Land of Sicar at will and infuse it with poison mist, but it will consume your stamina accordingly.]
[Reply: You have been treated as the God of Mist, you can use the Lord of Mist to reply to the prayers of your believers, but it will consume your stamina accordingly.]
…
On top of the original foundation, [Lord of Mist] was strengthened once more.
[Mist Control] and [Poison Mist Assault] didn't give Kieran any direct feeling, but the special effect [Land of Sicar] was different. With [Lord of Mist] in his hand, Kieran felt like he was flying in the sky, looking down at the whole Land of Sicar. Other places were blurry but as long as there was mist, Kieran could see it clearly.
Moreover, he could also manipulate the mist.
With a thought, a cloud of mist that was blocking the Mist believer's path floated into the pine forest beside the road.
It moved as fast as lightning, as if it had grown legs.
The Mist believers who were moving forward were stunned for a moment before they started to chant the title of the God of Mist in a frenzied manner.
Kieran didn't just take care of the group of Mist believers that returned, he also took care of the other three groups.
Of course, most of the time, he was experimenting.
"Simply moving the mist consumes less stamina than I thought, it's like swinging my sword, but if I keep moving it, the stamina consumption will multiply.
And … "
"Poison mist!"
With that thought in mind, Kieran turned his attention to the inner city of Sicar.
The Elite Hound and the two Silent Guards had already rushed into a decent looking civilian house.
However, while it looked like a civilian house from the outside, there was an altar for sacrifices and fanatical believers inside.
Kieran couldn't tell which pagans the believers belonged to.
He was sure it wasn't the God of War or Lady Calamity.
That was because the two of them would never worship blood.
Looking at the heads piled up on top of the altar, Kieran raised his gaze even higher.
There wasn't any danger inside, Elite Hound and the two Silent Guards were enough.
However, more people were rushing over from the street outside.
Maybe they were dressed differently, but the eagerness on their faces and the killer intents on their bodies told Kieran what he should do.
The mist silently enveloped them.
A while later, when the mist dissipated, the men fell to the ground one after another, their bodies rotting.
"The poison mist consumes quite a lot.
"Ten times more stamina compared to controlling mist."
But it's still within the acceptable range.
It's quite a convenient ability. "
Kieran commented.
Then, just as he was about to move away from the bird 's-eye view, he suddenly noticed a wicked aura in Sicar was shaking violently.
It was anger!
It was killing intent!
The wicked aura was targeting the altar that was attacked!
The aura that gushed out from the wicked aura was the same as the one inside the altar!
Kieran squinted his eyes, a cold glare flashing over and his curled lips curled into a bone-chilling smile.
It was much simpler than he thought, the mastermind behind the scenes jumped out just like that.
Everything had to continue.
A meal's grace must be repaid, a grudge must be avenged.
More so, the Mist needed a bigger reputation.
It also needed a proper 'coming out' ceremony.
This mastermind's appearance was just in time.
…
Huu!
In the morning, because of the sudden order from Sicar, the people who were stranded in the city suddenly realized the wind was blowing.
No!
It wasn't the wind!
It was the mist!
Thick mist came from the wilderness. The soldiers on the walls could clearly see the mist surrounding Sicar like a charging cavalry, crashing into the city of Sicar.
A few breaths later, the whole city walls were swallowed up.
The soldiers on the city walls were frozen, daring not to move.
They were frightened by the sudden scene.
Where would the mist come from? Why would it envelop the city?
It was simply wicked!
The voice in their hearts told the soldiers not to act recklessly.
The soldiers who heard about the God of Mist before were hesitant at that moment, but most of them were careful. They started to pray softly in an undetectable voice.
The other soldiers were praying.
To Shegal and the others who were guarding the west gate, they stood in the mist with a fanatical look.
They wanted to pray out loud.
However, their rationality told them not to.
They couldn't expose their identities for the time being.
Therefore, every one of them held themselves back and prayed loudly in their hearts.
The purer Power of Faith appeared in the young men's hearts and was transmitted to the [Lord of Mist]. Gluttony licked its lips again, but without its big brother's order, it didn't move.
It paid attention to its big brother.
It noticed its big brother seemed to be in a good mood.
It seemed like … he found something fun?
Gluttony watched in confusion as his big brother quietly left Anan Hotel and went to the outskirts of Sicar.
It didn't know what its big brother was trying to do.
Similar to how it didn't know what its big brother was trying to do, the food hiding in the city started to talk to the mist.
"Mist, stop! What are you trying to do?
Mist, don't forget who you are!
Mist, are you trying to break the alliance? "
There were a total of three voices.
Two of them were familiar to Kieran. One was the vine that controlled the head, the other was a skeletal deer, and the last one was a stranger.
The last one didn't speak.
He was impatiently running towards the altar where the Elite Hound and Silent Guard were.
Kieran controlled the fog and stopped it from moving forward.
Instead, he gathered the mist together and formed a human figure.
It was a man with a blurry face, but it was huge.
The tall walls of Sicar only reached its knees.
His fist seemed to be able to destroy a street with a single punch.
He stood there quietly, like a real god, looking down at the four positions where the voice had just come from.
Instantly, the three heretics' auras froze, including the one who was running.
It raised its head in a daze.
As a matter of fact, not only the four pagans, but all the people of Sicar who saw the scene were stunned as well. Seizing the opportunity, Kieran quietly walked into the mist giant.
The next moment —
The killing intent, which was almost tangible, descended on the ground without any concealment.
Divine might was like a prison!
.。 m.
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