Global Fog Survival

[You discovered that without any obstructions, the “Wailers” have a sensing range of about ten meters and are generally not awakened by small disturbances.]

[However, you also realize that you must never let them make a sound; otherwise, all the “Wailers” on the church’s first floor will awaken simultaneously.]

[In such a case, you will face attacks from dozens of “Wailers” in an instant, putting you in an extremely dangerous situation.]

After Colin and his group entered, the doors suddenly slammed shut. Colin’s “hint” in his mind dissipated momentarily.

“My lord…” The two servants were somewhat uncertain and anxious.

“Don’t be alarmed; this is just a normal operation. We’ll leave after completing the task,” Colin said, his scalp tingling but his tone calm. The automatic closing of doors upon entering a room was a familiar scene from games, but experiencing it in this world felt entirely different. Fortunately, the door closing didn’t cause the “Wailers” to awaken en masse; otherwise, Colin felt he might have met his end here.

As for the intense stench, Colin had somewhat adapted to it. Raising his lantern, the church interior was pitch dark. The only light came from his lantern, and beyond its glow, nothing was visible. The church was incredibly dark. Yet, with the “hint’s” guidance, their progress was orderly.

As Colin and his group ventured deeper, the initially empty and silent church echoed with the sound of bones grinding. However, with a few quick footsteps and a thud, everything returned to silence. Despite the hint’s help, an accident occurred. A decapitated head, after being struck and rolling a few times, didn’t die immediately but let out a strange wail. Though the kill notification appeared within three seconds, it was already too late.

“Damn it. Igot careless!” Colin cursed inwardly. After killing over thirty “Wailers” with a single strike each, he had grown a bit complacent. But now wasn’t the time for regret. In the next moment, chilling sounds of bones grinding emanated from the darkness, and Colin could feel numerous eerie eyes staring at him! From behind stone pillars, under benches, or in dark corners…

Piercing, shrill, and mournful wails echoed continuously, attacking their minds directly. Covering their ears only slightly mitigated the physical burden. However, the mental and spiritual damage couldn’t be reduced. Each sound felt like a thorny whip lashing his brain, causing excruciating pain.

“If anyone else came here, misled by the weak ‘Wailers’ at the entrance into thinking these creatures were not strong, and then walked in, it would be a death trap,” Colin thought, gritting his teeth, bloodshot eyes bulging, veins popping on his forehead. It was like trying to sleep on a train with a child screaming loudly next to you, and there were more than one child—one in each seat, screaming along with the train’s clattering, driving one to extreme frustration and despair.

Fortunately, Colin had a mission to fulfill, chopping down the “children” one by one and granting them peace. Colin realized the true difficulty of the task wasn’t the sheer number of mutants, but the church itself! The wails rebounded off the church walls, amplifying in the enclosed space. Within thirty seconds, Colin felt the entire church shaking.

As he suspected, any ordinary person entering here would trigger a chain reaction and almost certainly die. In the dark, echoing sound waves, pinpointing their exact locations would be nearly impossible, making effective counterattacks difficult. Luckily, Colin was the one on this task, not another survivor.

With the hint’s help, Colin stopped advancing slowly and began accurately and swiftly counterattacking the source of the sounds. As more “Wailers” died, the hall’s noise quickly diminished. Colin’s eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was furious and irritated. Struggling to stay clear-headed and calm, he gripped his axe tightly, each step heavy, moving swiftly to chop down a deformed figure, reducing it to fragments.

“Last one,” Colin muttered, his twisted expression relaxing slightly. The first-floor hall had been cleared. The “Wailers'” cries, much like Father Kaidish’s transformed “Mutant – Penitent Priest,” triggered extreme emotions and made people lose reason. This time, the wails evoked Colin’s memory of a train journey, triggering extreme anger instead of fear. However, unlike Father Kaidish’s strong control, the “Wailers'” effect was weaker, taking longer to manifest.

Overall, the “Wailers” were much more challenging than killing a “Penitent Priest.” “I worried about someone getting ahead of me before, but any survivor coming here now would be doomed,” Colin thought, sitting on a bench, panting. His reason was slowly returning, but his brain still throbbed, and his ears buzzed, unable to hear clearly. Nearby, the two servants were in no better condition, sweating profusely, eyes bloodshot, and standing vigilantly.

Looking at the two not particularly tall or strong servants, Colin suddenly realized something peculiar.