You Are Lying!

"Stop, stop, stop."

Colin called out to stop his subordinates, who were busy mining away. Only when they all looked over did he point toward the rear:

"Leave this place first; someone is sneaking up on us from outside."

"Someone is sneaking up? Other lords?"

Shana asked, though she didn't express any doubt.

She had previously guessed that Colin might possess some special ability, one that differed from her magic.

Therefore, she didn't find it particularly strange, nor did she intend to ask about it.

"Yeah," Colin nodded, "it's most likely the explosion from earlier that drew them here. In any case, let's pull out first."

With that said, the group swarmed out of the Niter Mine in a hurry.

Otherwise, if they were cornered inside and forced to fight, the situation would become quite troublesome.

At this moment, it was quiet outside the mine. Colin stared in several directions through the Gray Fog and discovered that the approaching people didn't seem to be coming from just one spot.

It seemed like quite a few people were coming.

And the closest group, which was also the largest, was already less than a kilometer away.

Colin opened the Regional Channel and scrolled up, only then noticing that the explosion he had just triggered had been detected by most of the people in the region.

The open environment provided very favorable conditions for sound to travel, to the point that people several kilometers away had noticed it.

Then, word spread from one to ten, and ten to a hundred; many people tried to converge on this location, coveting the huge profits brought by the Niter Mine.

However, many people were now using private chats, and the information had suddenly decreased significantly.

Clearly, they were all on their way here.

Colin currently only had barrels of explosives and no corresponding firearms or similar items.

Dealing with mindless Aberrations was fine, but dealing with people was a bit of a disadvantage.

Unless he blew them up the moment they walked over, but if he did that, the harvest would be too small.

Especially since the Hurricane Lamp would very likely be blown to smithereens.

Therefore, Colin did not intend to blow those people up without even meeting them.

Colin hadn't encountered other survivors yet, so he wasn't quite sure how they were developing.

But as the current number one on the Leaderboard, Colin still had the confidence he ought to have.

"Lord, is the situation very troublesome?" Number Two asked.

"It doesn't count as too troublesome. Most of these people want to come and get a piece of the pie from my pocket, but that depends on whether they have the ability to do so."

"Anyway, follow me, let's go over and take a look first."

Colin looked toward the closest group of people and then led his team over.

On the path he predicted the other party would take, Colin buried some explosives and then waited quietly.

Before long, he could already see faint lights within the Gray Fog.

In an instant, Colin received one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.

The good news was that, judging solely by the brightness of the lights, it seemed they were all carrying "Dim Filthy Blood".

This meant that there were generally no more than five people with each of these survivors, and their scale was definitely not as large as his own.

But the bad news was that even with Dim Filthy Blood, there were a full nine people with such Hurricane Lamps.

Even if they were only followed by their initial servants, the number of people was several times his own!

Shadows flickered in the light, and Colin used his ability without hesitation to obtain a prompt.

[From the nine lights before you, you discover that the total number of these people is around forty.]

"Forty-some people, it looks like there's going to be a tough fight."

Colin narrowed his eyes; this number was slightly troublesome. If he took action, he would inevitably have to crush them quickly with thunderous means.

Once a stalemate or a prolonged battle occurred, there might be heavy casualties, which was not Colin's intention.

At this moment, as both sides approached, when the distance between them was less than twenty meters, everyone saw each other through the Gray Fog.

Both sides were observing each other with caution, neither speaking rashly nor making any moves to attack or retreat.

Observing these people, what made Colin feel a bit between laughter and tears was that the attire of this group of survivors was... a bit hard to describe.

Some had obtained iron armor from somewhere and were wearing it, holding rusted longswords; others were wearing tattered mage robes and holding a "staff" embedded with shattered gems.

As for some of the others, Colin did see a few upgraded servants.

Overall, they were indeed very weak.

If he had encountered these people individually, they would basically only be killed in seconds.

Moreover, Colin keenly discovered that they were not a single unit; there was distance and wariness in their positioning toward one another.

This meant that perhaps he could take advantage of this aspect later to trade the smallest cost for the greatest benefit!

The group opposite them was also taken aback when they saw Colin's side, their first thought being: how could there be so many people?

Their second thought followed immediately after the first.

Why is it so big?

The radius of the blood-burning light in Colin's hand was 10 meters, covering a circular area of over three hundred square meters.

In contrast, the illumination radius of the lights in their hands was only five meters, covering an area of a mere seventy-eight square meters.

Converted, it wasn't just a simple doubling of the diameter, but an increase of several times over; the contrast was extremely stark!

Then, as some of them caught sight of the petite woman beside Colin with golden hair, blue eyes, and a white church robe with gold trim, their breathing grew slightly heavier.

In particular, the elegant and holy temperament displayed on her exquisite face stirred a deep sense of jealousy within their hearts!

Clearly, she was not a person from Earth, but a subordinate who had been summoned.

Special Talent Summoning Card.

Everyone knew about this item, but no one actually possessed one.

What a lucky bastard!

In their eyes, Colin, who held "absolute control" over his subordinates, couldn't possibly have kept his hands off such a beautiful subordinate.

Perhaps he had already done everything there was to do with her.

Even the two female survivors among the nine couldn't help but harbor similar thoughts.

A loose alliance, a rabble.

Colin made a simple assessment in his mind; from the eyes of these people, he could clearly sense intense wariness and hostility.

After all, the power he displayed had already broken the "balance," making his the largest group present.

Once he decided to do something, these "individual investors" would be in great danger, and under these circumstances, the distance between these people had actually closed slightly.

Just then, after a dozen seconds of silence, Colin suddenly felt a gaze fixed upon him.

He turned his head to look; it was the man wearing tattered armor he had scavenged from somewhere on his upper body. Seeing Colin look over, the man spoke up and asked:

"Are you also a survivor looking for that Niter Mine?"

"Yeah."

Colin nodded, a smile appearing on his face, "Have you found that Niter Mine cave?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man who had been staring straight at Colin suddenly interrupted him in a deep voice:

"You're lying."