As he spoke, he left the hand with the three-edged spike inside Bennett's body, withdrew his right hand, took another spike from a human beside him, and inserted it directly into Bennett's side, stirring it around inside.
Bennett felt like the world was deceiving him; by now, he finally understood what [ Aluode ] was all about.
[ Aluode ]'s betrayal was not a simple betrayal, but a betrayal that violated the rules—if even the Blood Corpse he himself transformed could retain their sanity, then who else could truly obey him?
Bennett recalled a quote from the Grand Duke of Antos: Everything in this world revolves around "concepts" and "rules".
This situation must occur because a higher-level being has altered the rules that should apply to the Blood Corpse.
So that's how it is. If that's the case, then my loss wasn't unjust...
Bennett, feeling the constant pain coursing through his body, sighed and closed his eyes.
Human? Blood Corpse? Status? Great Achievements?
It's all irrelevant to me now.
But at that very moment, a contemptuous laugh echoed in his mind:
"Want to die? It's not that simple."
The voice sounded young and energetic, not the tone one would use for the aged progenitor of Antos.
Who could it be? Who else could directly transmit their will into one's mind?
Could it be that great being?
Bennett's mind was in turmoil, and reason was slowly slipping away from his body as the physical pain continued.
Having avenged himself, [ Aluode ] continued to drive wooden wedges into Bennett's body, muttering strange things like, "This is for [ the Western Sharpshooter ]."
And so, the siege of White Wax Town by a total of one thousand Blood Corpse came to an end, and Bennett, the BOSS, met his end in a way that surprised all the players.
After attracting everyone's attention, [ Aluode ] committed suicide in public (to wash away the negative status), leaving an extremely deep impression on everyone.
While many players were shocked by how this could be handled, they were also confused by this development, wondering what the development team was up to.
But the end of the boss battle didn't mean the end of everything. Bennett's capture drove the surviving Blood Corpse into a frenzy, and the players spontaneously formed a large net covering the city wall area, intending not to let any enemy escape.
A few hours later, the sun rose on the horizon of the World of Disorder, and the players' encirclement finally tightened to the area directly below the city walls.
With the last Blood Corpse falling to the ground and dying, the battle finally came to an end.
With over four hundred players dying nearly two hundred times in total, they finally achieved victory in the largest battle since the start of the Bloody Night event.
Looking at the increased contribution points in their activity accounts, the players' faces showed the joy of a bountiful harvest.
After learning that they could earn extra contribution points by helping the militia clean up the battlefield, these Predators, who even the Blood Corpse feared, transformed into the most skilled sanitation workers, and no one cared where the captured Earl had gone.
Having played the World of Disorder for so long, they've become accustomed to this grand narrative. Even when fully immersed in the game, each event only allows them to experience a small part of it. Even veteran players often encounter certain missions or events from perspectives they've never seen before.
As a result, many players have gotten into the habit of filling in the gaps in their knowledge on the official website forums and video websites afterward. After all, you can only play the World of Disorder for twelve hours a day, so you have to find something interesting to kill the rest of the time.
As for where the Earl went, you can find out by asking on the forum later.
With this mindset, players who were chopping vegetables one second ago seamlessly switched to being robot vacuum cleaners.
A dozen minutes later, [ Easily Soluble in Water ] delivered a Blood Corpse to the militia captain, Darnell:
"This is fairly well preserved, do you think it's okay?"
Darnell looked the Blood Corpse up and down, checked a few spots with the stick in his hand, and then nodded.
"No problem, this passes."
"Very good."
[ Easily Soluble in Water ] He casually tossed the Blood Corpse into the pile of acceptable ones, then quietly whispered in Darnell's ear:
"I remember you. You were one of the people we rescued in White Wax Town, right?"
A look of surprise flashed across Darnell's face as he looked closely at [ Easily Soluble in Water ]'s face, but he couldn't recall anything about it.
The Soul Returner scratched his head awkwardly:
"I pinched my cheek a while ago, and you asked if I remembered the name '[ Easily Soluble in Water ]'?"
Darnell nodded, indicating he vaguely remembered, and the fact that it was " Easily Soluble in Water " eased his embarrassment.
He whispered furtively in the boy's ear:
"So now that we all know each other so well, can you tell me what you plan to do with these high-quality Blood Corpse?"
Darnell thought for a moment, then clearly enunciated a word from another world:
"Scenery."
Bennett, whose extra arm had already been amputated by Xilǐ'er, was being packed into a coffin, and of course, he didn't forget to hammer in the coffin nails this time.
What goes around comes around; the old vampire's borrowed buff from his father finally came to an end.
He reverted to his old and frail appearance, and wrinkles returned to his once smooth skin.
After being successfully stuffed into a wooden box, [ Aluode ] waved to the Dragonborn who had been waiting for a long time. The muscular, dark-skinned young Dragonborn, revealing his snow-white teeth, trotted over, pulling the dragon-powered chariot.
"Sir, do you need a car?"
[ Aluode ] nodded and patted the box beside him:
"How much will it cost to deliver this to the castle?"
The Dragonborn put his ear close to the box and listened; a roar immediately came from inside.
"Sir, it costs extra for the living."
[ Aluode ]'s lips twitched:
Do you offer price protection?
What does this mean?
"Never mind, forget I said anything. Just tell me how much it costs."
Do you have any speed requirements?
"Fastest."
"Okay, just to confirm, the price for live cargo, at the fastest speed, is three silver and fifty copper coins."
"So expensive?"
[ Aluode ] complained about the price, but his hands were already reaching for his money.
"Sir, live cargo already incurs extra charges to ensure its survival, and even the fastest speed requires additional payment."
The Dragonborn explained.
[ Aluode ], who was taking out his money, trembled and ultimately only gave the Dragonborn three silver coins:
"Just treat it as a death sentence, no need to hold back."
"But sir..."
"There are no 'buts'."
[ Aluode ] slipped the silver coin into the Dragonborn coachman's hand and pointed to the box:
"If you can kill him, I guarantee you'll become the next village chief—no, the CEO!"
The Dragonborn's eyes lit up immediately. He took the three silver coins and threw the coffin heavily onto the dragon-powered chariot. A "uh" sound came from the wooden box.
With the money in his pocket, the Dragonborn ignored everything and started pulling the cart, driving at breakneck speed and deliberately choosing bumpy spots.
Amidst a continuous series of "uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh," the Dragon Power Car disappeared from [ Aluode's ] sight.