Xu Xiaoan's Ambition
'Forty thousand?!'
Even though she had been mentally prepared, Xu Xiaoan's heart still tightened.
Yet she maintained her cold expression, turning slightly as she praised him:
"Not bad."
"You flatter me, Young Mistress."
Yun Ling bowed deeply.
According to the original plan, reaching twenty thousand would already have been the limit. Getting half again as many people out of nowhere was simply a massive windfall!
With so many extra hands all at once—and even over a hundred Sixth-tier members—she finally would not have to handle everything personally anymore.
And aside from these people, when the spread had first begun, quite a few had fled into the secret realms scattered across the wilderness.
As long as they sent believers out to hunt them down, they should be able to capture even more people.
Whatever else could be said about the authority of [Plague], it was truly fast at mass-producing troops.
The only regret was that nearly all the Seventh-tier members had been slaughtered by [Doom] and [Eternal Day].
No matter how many low- and mid-tier believers there were, they could not compare to even a single high-tier combatant!
"Young Mistress, now that you have arrived here safely, this subordinate shall take his leave for now."
"Mm."
Xu Xiaoan withdrew her gaze and said nothing further.
Her status was incomparably "noble"; she did not need to take part in any operations. Coming here had merely been a simple change of nest.
Thud!
The heavy metal door let out a dull sound, and the room fell into silence.
Xu Xiaoan closed her eyes and sat quietly by the window.
For some reason, even though people like Yun Ling constantly addressed her as "Young Mistress," it always made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Perhaps, in their eyes, she was merely a vessel