And soon it will be the turn of the four of them to do this kind of thing.
The four were pushed along by the Blood Corpse to the rock wall, where they brandished their sharp claws and began to dig.
At this moment, the four people's mindset had begun to change slightly.
Although they had turned into Blood Corpse voluntarily, and although they had originally planned to do something bad to the Marquis, the four of them still felt somewhat aggrieved after being forced to work by the vampire nobles.
Ultimately, they are still players, doing unpaid labor—and what exactly does it mean to do unpaid labor for the enemy?
Filled with resentment, the four completed their assigned excavation, loaded the rubble, and prepared to leave.
To the four's surprise, digging was not the most difficult part of becoming Blood Corpse.
As they used their bodies to catch the rubble and prepare to throw it far away, they suddenly discovered that the Blood Corpse behind them had completely blocked their escape route.
The countless Blood Corpse resembled the canteen entrance after military training, or the ticket hall on the eve of the Spring Festival... In short, the four quickly realized one thing—they couldn't get out.
Among the howling Blood Corpse, they could also see the thin Blood Corpse who had finished digging just before the four of them.
The rubble in his hands had already scattered all over the ground, and the remaining Blood Corpse trampled on him in the extreme crowd, with the sounds of bones breaking and screams echoing continuously.
Blood Corpse, being lifeless creatures, naturally showed no courtesy. Under the watchful eyes of the four, the Blood Corpse was trampled, its bones broken one by one, until it finally fell silent.
The four people who witnessed the stampede looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling that the counts and marquises were somewhat disregarding ordinary Blood Corpse.
First, Bennett used Blood Corpse to make a palanquin and cloak; now, this unknown marquis has directly ordered his men to dig through the rock face with their bare hands...
Heaven help me, even ancient tyrants who conscripted laborers would at least make the laborers bring their own shovels and baskets, right? How can they possibly dig with their bare hands?
Faced with the surging Corpse Tide, [ Clear Soup Master ] quickly and reluctantly scattered the stones in his hand on the ground.
The others followed suit, and then the four of them grabbed each other's arms and forcibly carved a path out of the Corpse Tide.
At this point, their distance from the cliff face would not disobey the marquis's orders. The instructions given were vague, but roughly meant that the Blood Corpse needed to take turns digging and throwing the rubble far away.
So the four of them left the group under the pretext of throwing stones. Although they didn't bring any stones with them, that wasn't what they intended to do, so it didn't matter.
They moved to a less crowded area and sat down on the ground to rest.
[ Pizza Heart ] said with lingering fear:
"Having played the World of Disorder for so long, I never imagined I'd one day be trampled to death."
[ My Buddha Ciba ] echoed:
"Yes, the stampede was truly terrifying. To be honest, I think at least several dozen Blood Corpse died in that last attack, and they were all the short and thin type..."
[ Namo Goose Rice Tofu ] said with a smile:
"At this rate, the Blood Corpse might be almost all dead before the seal is even broken."
[ Clear Soup Master ] then revealed a relieved smile:
"To be honest, this marquis doesn't understand the basic principles of personnel management. With several thousand Blood Corpse, not to mention the equipment issues, if they could just set up an excavation assembly line, the efficiency would increase many times over."
As the three nodded, the expression on [ Clear Soup Master's ] face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
He suddenly grabbed his own neck with both hands, while simultaneously inhaling deeply, making a series of eerie "hoarse" sounds from his throat.
At the same moment, Ed, far away in the castle, was suddenly awakened.
He quickly focused his attention on the unusual body and soon realized a fact—
Someone attempted to hack into his Root Network by controlling the endpoints...
shameless!
Ed immediately began to respond and quickly determined that it seemed to be the work of the vampire marquis who had not yet fully awakened.
However, the other party seemed unaware of its own existence and that of the Root Network; it simply wanted to completely control [ Clear Soup Master's ] body.
why is that?
Ed flipped back a section of the physical records and finally discovered the problem.
It turns out that this big mouth of a [ Clear Soup Master ] actually spoke ill of that vampire marquis even after he had Blood Corpse Transformation...
No wonder it attracted the marquis's mental attention... You know, high-ranking vampires have an extremely strong control over their subordinates. Even if they can't read minds, they can still know what their subordinates are saying.
[ Aluode ] has already posted all the experience he summarized on the forum, but these clueless players don't know how to learn from it at all...
However, Ed also understood the principle that things can be learned in one go. He carefully depleted the mental energy of the not-so-conscious Marquis, neither allowing him to completely take over the consciousness of [ Clear Soup Master ]'s body, nor allowing him to easily give up the part he had already taken over.
The marquis, who had not yet broken free of the seal, was not mentally strong, and a large portion of his power was quickly consumed by Ed.
Ultimately, this unnamed marquis successfully occupied a small portion of [ Clear Soup Master's ] body...
Ed sensed that the Marquis's consciousness was only capable of communication; it couldn't do anything else.
That's all they can do. Whether they get exposed by the Blood Corpse and are forced to stay in the fountain, or whether they develop new strategies to rebuild [ Aluode's ] glory, it all depends on these four players' understanding of the game.
Wilderness of Chaos, sealed land.
[ Clear Soup Master ]'s arms, which were gripping his neck, suddenly relaxed, and he fell to the ground without any cushioning.
What's wrong with you?
The other three asked with worried expressions, but [ Clear Soup Master ] glanced at them, gave them a strange look, and did not answer.
A few seconds later, the three received a private message from the game system:
"The Marquis's consciousness has entered my mind. Watch your words and actions."
"That's outrageous! Why are they targeting you?"
"Maybe it's because I mocked him for not understanding the basic principles of personnel scheduling... Anyway, it's about showing that we can think, but without revealing anything else."
"No problem, it's written in the Aluode Manual. I'll read it twice more after I log off today."
"I also."
Upon seeing the private message, the three forcibly suppressed the shock on their faces, exchanged glances, and then stepped forward to support [ Clear Soup Master ], as if nothing had just happened.
Are you alright? Are you alright?
The three of them asked, feigning concern.
[ Clear Soup Master ] then belatedly opened his eyes and looked at the three of them, speaking in a solar-powered broadcasting voice:
"I... I heard the Marquis's voice, so magnificent, so grand..."