"Yes." Dak rubbed his head, then patted it hard a few times. After feeling a little more awake, he echoed:

"No matter which province in our Cruzd, we will see the remains of various old-fashioned churches. Some have been repaired, some are still abandoned. But no matter whether they are intact or ruins, as long as there are humans, they will come to worship and pray for the blessings of the gods."

"After all, the harder life is, the more people need spiritual comfort." Wolfya said with a little sadness.

Then, he endured the vague pain in his abdomen and piled up some dry wood he had found before, lit some discarded paper with a windproof lighter, igniting the hay placed at the bottom and the wood above.

Soon, bright flames appeared in front of the two of them with the crackling sound of wood burning.

Relying on the flames, it finally dispels some of the confusion brought by the thick fog.

"When is it now, Wolfya? Also, why didn't I see Daniel? Where has he been?" asked Dak, who came to the fire to feel the warmth.

"Now it's..." Wolfya opened his sleeves, revealing the mechanical watch that he had been using for many years. He wiped the gray fog on the surface and said as he looked at the time:

"It should be 5:35 pm. It seems that this place should be close to the core of the dense fog area, making us a little confused about whether it is day or night. After all, everything is dim and gray.

"As for Daniel, he said that he felt that there was a god he admired here, and he wanted to worship. It was... what was it called... Oh, by the way, the 'God of the Forest' should be No. 28. That god... is said to often transform into our Cruise's cat, providing guidance for [Hunter].

"I forgot to tell you that Dark Daniel's profession is the middle-level [hunter], which is one level higher than your [inducer]."

"He is also a professional? Why didn't he tell us before getting in the car just now?" Dark said in confusion.

"I guess I'm sorry." Wolfya smiled:

"You people who control extraordinary power will have more or less arrogance in their bones. This is subconsciously and not controlled by your thinking. I told him that you have been recognized by the sequential cards in the "Thunder Page" and become the upper-level profession [Crashmaker]. I guess he is embarrassed to mention it.

"If you say it, you will always feel like you are showing off your skills. However, you should be hungry too. Some psychics in the Federation said that there are many suffocating "sorrows" in this thick fog. Although the concentration is much lower than in the "Deep Relics of Deep", if you are not satisfied with food and are in a hungry state, you will be more likely to lose your mind."

After Wolfya finished speaking, he took out an aluminum pot and grill from the trunk of the mechanical chariot, put a layer of asbestos mesh on it, poured some clean water into the pot, and threw several cans produced by federal military supplies into it.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the pot and put it on the fire, and let the flames cook.

Soon, the water in the pot began to boil and surging, and the bubbles continued to rise and impacted the originally unreliable pot lid.

Bang!

After a crisp sound, the lid of the pot fell to the ground. Seeing this, Wolfya quickly picked up the pot, took out the can with his bare hands, and put it aside and waited for the temperature to drop to a suitable level for consumption.

"Iron Hand, Wolfya." Dak glanced at Wolfya and teased.

After all, it is rare for humans to catch cans without any scalding in boiling water.

"If you have more combat experience, you should do better than me. However, if you use magic power, you can do it too." Wolfya raised his calloused hands and said:

"Condensing the water source magic power into frost, temporarily covering it between your hands. After entering the boiling water, the magic power will absorb heat until the can is taken out. This seems simple, but it is extremely difficult if applied to the battle."

"Oh?" Dark was curious and looked up at Wolfyadao.

"When we were in the waters province ten years ago, our local guards and troops needed to fight the 'fireless people' frequently. They would process the scorching fluid and food into fuels such as methane through the organs in their bodies, and through a series of complex chemical operations, emitting high temperatures close to the steel furnace." Wolfya looked up at the blurry sky and said:

"Many of our people..., including many brothers... died under the high temperature and flames. Among them, there were many psychics who were proficient in using the magic power of water source. Later, after continuous battles, we developed some ability to resist high temperatures. But this was based on the destruction of the body, not the consequences of the magic power."

"By the way, Wolfya, I'm hungry," Dark said, his stomach making a "loud" rumbling sound.

"Haha, these cans should be almost cold. You can open them and eat them. Don't be hungry here. Also, Dark, I suggest you choose the most familiar thing to carry with you. When you notice that this thing looks awkward to use, use an 'inclined cigarette roll' immediately." After Wolfya said, he pulled a can with a broken label and handed it to Dark.

After taking the can, Dake smelled a fishy smell of unconventional meat. Looking closely, these were obviously military foods made from high-yield and high-protein materials such as maggots or cockroaches.

It feels smooth to the touch with your hands, but when you eat it, it is not only a grainy feeling that damages the taste, but also a strong salty taste.

I guess it was because the taste of these foods was a bit strange when it was made, and it was difficult to swallow psychologically. In addition, the northern areas such as the Extreme Cold Special Zone lacked salt, so in order to maintain their combat effectiveness, a large amount of salt was deliberately added.

"Although these foods are not delicious, they are indeed delicious here. Dak..." Wolfya continued to say:

“If I could see the Cruzedes expel the lost, destroy the ‘unintentional people’ and start the restart era in my lifetime, I would order a table of delicious food for you and me in the most luxurious Putoya restaurant in the city of Iceland. These include sweet grape juice, blood-red honey, and cheese from the Nabsk Plain.

"At that time, I will entrust the tailor to sew a precious dress for you and me to enjoy the food experience that only Putoya royal family can get."

"I look forward to one day." Dark said slowly, using the canned food:

"By the way, Wolfya, why do I need to take familiar items and why do I have to use cigarettes once it looks awkward? You haven't explained it to me yet."

"This...it's actually very simple to explain." Wolfya finished eating the food in the can, and left some of the remaining oil. After putting it in a military green cloth bag beside it, he touched his mouth casually and explained:

"Once the item you are most familiar with has some change, you will soon notice it. This is formed in the subconscious, so there will be awkward and uncomfortable feeling. The content of "sorrow" and hallucinating substances in this fog is always high.

"When they start to erode your spirit, you usually don't immediately discover that this is a gradual process. Some federal scientists call human awakeness the san value. As the san value drops, you will start to have hallucinations, but the 'sorrow' in the fog makes all this seem very reasonable."

"That is, they change our perception of everyday things?" asked Dark.

"Yes, but not comprehensive." Wolfya nodded:

"It is not only the cognition of daily things, but the cognition of everything. It is as if, at first, you will not be able to distinguish the difference between red and blue, and then you will think that it is reasonable for humans to have four hands. Then, you will feel that humans grow horse hooves, bird wings, and spider arms, until you are lost in the thick fog, completely lost under the guidance of a series of wrong cognitions, or hurt yourself, or be completely crazy."

"It sounds very... interesting?" Dark quipped with a smile, but after seeing Wolfya's serious and angry expression, he restrained his smile and pointed to a "jewel" on his neck and said:

"That's it, the 'Silent Wolf Tooth', the jewelry I have always carried close to. It was obtained from the Sunnese people. I forgot about the specific method, maybe it was plundered when I became a 'Alien Monster'.

"However, its characteristics are also very obvious. As long as I touch it with the surging magic power, it will emit a dazzling red light. Moreover, there are many flame powers inside it that can resonate with my water source. I remember a wizard told me that it can also allow me to possess the power of a wolf in a truly critical moment."

"Yeah, not bad." Wolfya nodded in agreement:

"If it no longer reveals the characteristics of the flame or shows the characteristics of other elements, it is time to use the 'incoil cigarette roll'. Oh, by the way, 'shang' may also make mistakes in our judgment of time, and the fog here will further confuse us, so I set the alarm clock to facilitate us to use the 'incoil cigarette roll' within the specified time."

After putting the "Silent Wolf Teeth" back into his clothes, Dark finished eating the rest of the canned food and handed the canned remains with the remaining grease to Wolfya.

Then, he rested on the stone next to him for about half an hour, suddenly remembered something, patted Wolfya on the shoulder, and asked:
Chapter completed!