At this point, Gray was completely speechless. His brain was Overload, and he was uncontrollably imagining scenes that did not exist in reality.
If Ed had possessed such skills in the Great Labyrinth City, he would likely be the lord of a medium-sized city by now, wouldn't he?
If he enters the Mechanical Institute, will he force all cyborgs to have their parts recycled after death to increase utilization? Modified individuals like Master might not even have a complete corpse left...
If he were truly in the Graycast Corridor, Gray would absolutely believe without hesitation that he was the next Grand Foundry Master.
Thinking that his master was able to rest in peace because of his existence, Gray felt that he was truly one of the most conscientious people in the world.
Lost in thought, Ed gently patted his shoulder:
"Alright, get back to what you're doing. If you don't have enough Blood Corpse, you can hire a few Dragonborn to take Bennett out for a stroll and catch a few. Also, there's a Soul Returner called [ Do Some Farm Work ] who has a good idea. You can contact him when you have time, and you can share some of the Blood Corpse you catch with him."
A sense of foreboding washed over Gray as he recalled a phrase he had once heard, "What the superiors do, the inferiors follow."
What does he want to do?
Ed shrugged:
"He wants to get Blood Corpse tractor."
Dozens of kilometers away, the " White Wax Town Film and Television Base" is still under construction.
The " Infernal Affairs " plot orchestrated by [ Gill's Cuisine ] and [ Aluode ] is merely one part of a larger scheme.
However, [ Zhongde ], who provided them with a great deal of assistance, and his team Concrete Pouring Club, were the true core of the entire disguise plan.
Militia captain Darnell handed over one hundred relatively intact Blood Corpse to a construction site manager, signed his name, and then went home after work.
As night Descent, a group of hired players dragged the Blood Corpse, which looked reasonably pleasing to the eye, to different locations.
Some of them hung the Blood Corpse -soaked Blood Corpse on ropes outside the city walls, some hung them on Blood-Drinking Thornbush that had grown into shapes resembling barbed wire, and some threw Blood Corpse into the moats outside the city of varying depths...
A brutal and devastating battlefield is gradually emerging in the southern part of White Wax Town.
On the city wall, Aoda looked at Duolin beside him in shock:
"Captain, this... this really will work?"
"To be honest, I don't think it will work, but... what can I do? It's the idea of Soul Returner."
Duolin smiled with relief. To be honest, he was a little unsure of himself, but the problem was that the Soul Returner had fought brilliantly in the two battles between White Wax Town and Weeping Willow Town these past two days.
Trust is built up through a series of victories. With the previous two victories as a guarantee, Duolin had a deeper understanding of delegating authority.
Just as the Son of God trusted him, he also began to increasingly trust the seemingly unreliable Soul Returner.
In fact, the city wall that ruined Bennett's reputation was not built for his arrival. This vanity project was actually meant to face the arrival of the Fir City Holy Crusaders three days later.
The reason why the people on the city wall knew this so clearly was because the strongest scout among the Soul Returner, the Dark Archmage, had already located an army flying the banner of the Tree Worship Church.
After having a few meals at the Earl's Private Kitchen buffet with [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] and [ Howling Pothos ], the three, each with their own plans, disbanded their temporary team.
Among them, [ Dark Archmage ] decided to continue exploring southward. She didn't have a specific goal; she simply wanted to know if invisible walls or something similar existed in this game world, and whether she would end up at the edge of a world full of low-resolution textures.
After traveling for more than a day along the roads connecting the various towns, the [ Dark Archmage ], who was accustomed to being active at night and hiding during the day, spotted a camp in the distance.
It was a well-prepared, makeshift camp. Due to the presence of numerous tents and fences, the [ Dark Archmage ] couldn't determine the exact number of people, but could only guess that there were probably more than three hundred.
After secretly resolving to go back and learn the ancient methods of judging the number of enemies, [ Dark Archmage ] uploaded this information, along with several screenshots, to the forum.
In one of the pictures, a flag with a dark green background and an abstract, symbolic World Tree embroidered on it in gold thread stands out.
Based on information gathered from Aoda by several trusted players, the players quickly deduced the identity of this army.
Tree Worship Church, Holy Crusaders.
And the destination of this army is also very clear: the front line against the Blood Corpse, the bridgehead against the Calamity, the isolated city surrounded by the enemy, and the mainstay in the Corpse Tide - White Wax Town!
Inside a makeshift tent, 100 kilometers away.
A middle-aged Holy Crusaders officer was looking at a map unfolded in front of him by candlelight, surrounded by three slightly younger men.
The four were dressed in a very peculiar way, combining the sharp look of combat gear with a touch of religious sanctity, giving the impression of violent priests ready to pull out Holy Scripture and smash the enemy's head at the slightest provocation.
After examining the map for a long time, the officer pointed to it and said:
"We're currently in this position, three days' journey from White Wax Town. We can spend the second night in Weeping Willow Town, if it hasn't fallen yet."
A younger, junior officer timely expressed his doubts:
"My lord, isn't this a bit too slow? Three days... White Wax Town might really fall."
The middle-aged officer rolled his eyes at him and said irritably:
"It's not all bad that we've fallen; at least we've accomplished our real mission this time."
The young officer looked surprised.
"Is this considered a completion? Also, I really don't understand why we need to investigate that new bishop named Duolin?"
"Of course it can be considered complete."
The middle-aged man, with an air of self-importance, slowly said:
" Yiden hasn't sent any new news for so long, and the priest who delivered the message has been replaced by a new one. The archbishop isn't a fool; how could he not be suspicious at all?"
There are only two possibilities: either Duolin is one of us, but his lust for power is too strong to allow Yiden to continue in that position, which does not pose a threat to the archbishop, and we don't need to pay attention to him.
"Either... he's not one of us, then we'll have to send him on his way."
"This task seems troublesome, but in reality, the most difficult part is the very beginning. After all, the Blood Corpse corpse head on the archbishop's desk is not fake."
"According to records, even Holy Crusaders can get infected after being bitten, although the infection rate is slower."
"Our biggest concern is whether this road is safe, so I said there's no need to rush; our own safety should be the priority."