Chapter 1282 - Miasmic Paradice (2/2)
It is high-level secrete that even most Tyrants did not know it, but the teacher had told me. So, I could understand that sometimes even the most mighty force could collapse in unexpected circ.u.mstances.
I looked at the scenery for a few minutes before starting the airship but not before checking inside and outside the leakage. Even the tiniest mist that came inside would be fatal to me.
The outpost is inside the forest, but not in the deeper parts; only Kings and above could survive there. If I were to come in contact with such Miasma, I would be dead before I know it.
Soon my airship entered the pink mist; I could light pink mist is everywhere; it made me feel like I am in heaven, but in reality, I am in hell where nearly everything has the power to kill me within minutes if I were to touch it without protection.
Half an hour later, I saw the outpost, which is quite tiny compared to all the places in the Grimm Battlefield I had gone to before.
The outpost name is camp Camila, named after the commander who had defended the fort again Grimm Monsters in the last epoch war three and half thousand years ago, and that was the last time the camp was attacked.
Attacking the camps in large numbers in the Miasmic Paradise is simply a dream, and as fights, injuries occur, and once those injuries come in contact with this Miasma, one could be considered good as dead.
As I reached the camp, I had to hand over the airship controls to the command; it is a prerequisite for anyone entering via airship.
The camp is protected by six layer defenses, and at each layer, various devices and artifacts will scan the airship for any threats, especially Miasma.
Time passed by, and the airship slowly passed through one layer of defense after another before finally entered the last layer.
The!
The airship finally landed at the airport, and I got my control back; after checking everything is fine with the airship, I walked out of it and put it back into my storage.
”Micheal, welcome to Camp Camilla.” Said a young woman who suddenly appeared in front of me and moved her hand for a handshake, which I took after a moment of pass.
”And You are?” I asked as I took back my hand; I knew there would be someone to receive me; it was mentioned in the mail. This privilege of being received by King Stage powerhouse is not available to anyone.
Only to those important people who camp considered special resources like me. The thing is, in the lottery, Ive not posted here as a fighter but as the healer.