Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Chapter 1773: Romus’ Fog

Ning looked down from far away, staring at the giant fogbank that had built up around the city center.

“Well, we can’t go there,” Ning said.

Romus had told them as much, although he hadn’t explained what would happen should they step into the fog. It was clear something bad was going to happen, but it was unclear to him at this point.

The only thing Romus had promised was that nothing bad would happen to the undeads, so Ning decided to trust him. The man had been drawing on the energy of 8,000 undeads, so he had gone through many powers before landing on this one.

Whatever this power was, it had to be powerful.

A wave of noise came from far away and Ning sighed. “It seems they’ve realized the assassins failed,” Ning said. “They’ve resorted to killing our undeads.”

“They can’t, can they?” Shara asked.

“We don’t know,” Ning said. “It will all rely on Romus really. For now, we should gather the wounded and take them to Mari. They need healing as soon as possible.”

The others nodded and walked down the stairs to gather the wounded. Shara stayed behind, looking at Ning. He was still staring toward the city center.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“This feels too hasty, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Assassins is one thing, but attacking all out feels like they’re moving far too quickly.”

“They’ve realized they failed, haven’t they?” Shara asked.

“Yes, but normally you have to send that report back to the higher-ups, before they send a report back on what to do next,” Ning said. “This almost feels like they don’t care whether they fail or not.”

“I don’t understand,” Shara said. “What are you saying?”

“Either this attack is uncoordinated,” Ning said. “Or it is far too deliberate. They are trying at something that I cannot imagine. Could this really be a mistake?”

Shara thought for a bit. “Let’s not expect them to make a mistake. What if it is deliberate?” she asked. “Do they really think they can destroy our army?”

“They do,” Ning said. “They wouldn’t have attacked us otherwise. Question is, why are they attacking us when they know they will lose a significant portion themselves?”

“What portion?” Shara asked.

“All three, I suppose,” Ning said before his eyes narrowed. “Or a certain one.”

“One?”

Ning thought for a moment and realized something. “It doesn’t matter if you’re alive or not. If our army is gone, you hold no sway to become an Empress. But if they can take out another army at the same time…”

Shara’s eyes widened as she too understood what Ning was implying.

“Come,” Ning said. “We need to be elsewhere.”

* * * * *

Romus stayed on top of a roof, a few of his undeads surrounding him, as he continued creating the fog all around him. He had his eyes closed as he concentrated on just this.

Above him, a man slowly drifted down in dark clothes, slowly pulled out a dagger as he flew down toward him. The assassin lightly stepped on the roof, making no noise at all as he made his way toward Romus.

As he stepped forward, a figure suddenly passed next to him.

The man turned instantly, swinging at the figure, but there was no one. It was just the fog. He turned around to continue toward Romus when he saw the figure move again.

This time, even in the darkness, he could see the figure’s face.

“You…” the assassin spoke slowly, his eyes widening.

It was a woman with an emotionless face, staring directly into his eyes. “Why… why did you kill me?” she asked.

“I… I didn’t want to,” the assassin said. “It wasn’t me. They made me do it. To prove that I wasn’t useless. They made me—”

The woman’s eyes opened wide, while her eyeballs rolled back in the socket. As they rolled, another pair of eyes appeared from the bottom, rolling into place.

As the assassin stared, the eyes fell into place and the face deformed to become a man this time, with a fresh cut running across his neck.

“I… I was only trying to help you,” the man said.

“No,” the assassin hesitated. “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to kill you. I… where am I? Where did you bring me?”

The figure twisted and his eyes went back into his head, but then another figure came passing through the man, a large hulking figure that swung down its sword.

The assassin was too paralyzed to do anything as the undead killed the assassin.

Romus’ ears twitched as he heard the final cries of the dead assassin. Everyone who fell into the fog relived their worst guilt until they were incapacitated.

Normally, the power would be far too useless to make use out of. But in a war with so many soldiers on the enemy’s side, and not a single one living on his side, this was a power that could bring victories.

The undeads were ordered to attack whoever came too close to them, and whoever started making sound. Romus couldn’t completely control them at the moment, so all he could do was focus on the fog.

So long as he got the fog to spread all the way to the edge of the undeads, the other armies would not be able to do much at all.

Far in the outskirts, the soldiers charged into battle, disregarding the fog. But very soon after entering, they were struck with guilt and fear, as each soldier began seeing figures of their own past.

They reacted each in their own way. Some begged, some bargained, some tried to fight the figures, while some accepted what they had done had been bad.

All made noises, and all were killed by the undead.

Those fortunate enough to have remained in the back soon realized that their armies were entering the fog without many of the undeads dropped at all. And as bodies piled up, they finally realized that they had undoubtedly failed.