The vast Soldier Bee formed a black cloud with a deafening roar, flying continuously towards the location of the Marquis's seal.
The Worker Bee lay among the enormous flowers, looking enviously at the princes and their offspring, who were born more noble than themselves.
The giant flower beneath the Worker Bee also witnessed this scene, its eyes secretly opening.
Excellent, the queen bee has finally sent out her troops!
Ed had essentially entered "homebody mode," saw this and immediately sent the latest news to the players in the sealed land.
The queen bee has already dispatched her troops and is expected to arrive at the sealed site in two hours.
A notification from the game system appeared in front of every player located within the sealed area. After a brief moment of astonishment, they burst into an amazing cheer.
The final stage of the mission has finally begun. If today's battle goes smoothly, I will be able to obtain more mission rewards during the subsequent settlement.
Why have we been going back and forth between the sealed land and White Wax Town for half a month? Isn't it all just to get more rewards and widen the gap with others?
Playing games is certainly a lot of fun, but the rewards for completing tasks are also an essential part of the experience.
The four people led by [ Clear Soup Master ] quickly passed through the stale Blood Corpse production line and arrived in front of the players.
He waved for everyone to look at him, then said succinctly:
"Those who want to stay and join the later battle, come get infected here. This battle will be tough, and since you're nominally helping the Blood Corpse, there won't be any rewards. Those who don't want to stay..."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ The Good Times Don't Last ] waved goodbye:
"Those who don't want to stay here, come with us! The fare is very cheap!"
Laughter and curses soon erupted from the crowd:
"So that's why you two have been lingering here for two days. You were waiting for us here."
"Enough talk, just say whether you're coming or not. Once you're on the bus, you can log off and do other things. We'll take good care of your bodies."
After finding out the fare, the players quickly made their choice.
Some players who logged in and out regularly eventually chose to return to White Wax Town with the caravan of [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last n't Last Long]. They had already completed their missions there, and since they still needed to go to school or work in real life, they couldn't stay there any longer.
Meanwhile, some players who were purely looking for fun immediately realized their tendency to stir up trouble, shouting "Let's fight! Let's fight!" in their hearts as they stepped forward to accept the transformation into Blood Corpse.
Anyway, there's nothing wrong with it. It's quite interesting to act as foreign mercenaries occasionally. The [ Clear Soup Master ] group of four isn't any special infected. They can just go back to the teleportation point outside White Wax Town to wash off the Corpse Poison.
By the time the players had completely dispersed, a dark cloud had appeared on the horizon.
"Is that it?"
[ Clear Soup Master ] pointed to the horizon and asked.
"This should be it."
[ Pizza Heart ] turned to the crowd behind him:
"Everyone, come with me, it's time to make breakfast for the Marquis!"
A carriage filled with blood—no, red liquid—entered the cave.
The Blood Corpse production line has not actually stopped operating completely in the past few days.
To appear busy, the four-man group ordered the Blood Corpse to continuously excavate and expand the cave where Marquis Oliver lived, the reason being, of course, that a noble marquis shouldn't be living in such a shabby place.
Alongside the cave expansion project, other projects underway included "road leveling outside the cave," "slowly erasing the sealing array," and "carving on both sides of the cave entrance."
In short, the four men's efforts over the course of their day only highlighted one fact: their loyalty to the Marquis was truly exceptional. These projects were not merely a way to pass the time, but rather a demonstration of their respect for the Marquis.
With loyalty at the core, even if the work is done a little slowly, it should be forgivable.
At this moment, the second of the four wasteful and costly projects finally came in handy.
The carriage wheels rolled across the flat ground where Blood Corpse' finger bones lay buried, quickly transporting a full twenty cartloads (including the second batch) of red liquid into the cave.
[ Clear Soup Master ] bowed three times devoutly before the sealing array that imprisoned Oliver, and said with utmost seriousness:
"My lord, let's begin."
Having said that, he took a standard one-liter container from the nearest carriage, uncorked it, and took a sniff.
Hmm, it's red, but it also has a slightly grassy smell. It's probably the blood of some player or Tree Worship Church Cult.
Looking at the sealing array that occasionally emitted Psionic Energy fluctuations, [ Clear Soup Master ] raised the corners of his mouth and thought to himself:
Eating more vegetables is good for your health.
Without hesitation, he poured a bottle of blood onto the sealing array. The smooth surface of the sealing array immediately generated a surge of Psionic Energy, and the blood seeped into the seamless ground, as if the entire array had become ethereal.
Seeing that the Marquis of Oliver did not object to vegetable juice, [ Clear Soup Master ] waved his hand generously:
"Begin to pour, let the Marquis return!"
[ My Buddha Ciba ] and the other two, along with the Sandwich Adventurer Party who had stayed behind to join in the fun, began frantically pouring their blood into the magic circle.
The repetitive, mechanical movements quickly numbed them. [ The Bread Knight ] vaguely recalled a news story he had once seen in real life:
That was a tragic story of a thief who stole beverages worth tens of thousands of yuan, poured them all out, and sold the bottles as scrap, ultimately making less than ten thousand yuan in profit.
At this moment, [ Bread Knight ] couldn't help but wonder if the thief who spilled hundreds or thousands of bottles of drinks felt the same way he did now.
The group methodically poured out the blood, then tossed aside the containers produced by the Directed Alienation.
The light at the cave entrance quickly dimmed, and a player, now Blood Corpse Transformation, staggered into the cave, his face filled with terror as he spoke to the others:
"Oh no! Oh no! The enemy is attacking!"
[ Clear Soup Master ]'s expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he loudly feigned anger, saying:
"What enemy? Does humanity have reinforcements?"
The Blood Corpse said with a mournful face:
"They're not human, they're... they're a group of insectoids! The vanguard has already engaged the Blood Corpse outside, and there are countless more insectoids following behind!"
"What? Is that true?"
[ Clear Soup Master ] looked completely bewildered, but quickly regained his composure:
"Summon all the Blood Corpse into the cave. It's daytime now, and the dark, secluded location is advantageous for us!"
Having said that, he kicked off the axle of a carriage, leaving the bottles and jars filled with blood to spill all over the Marquis's sealing array.
He shouted as he kicked the carriage axle:
"It's too late, it's too late! Quickly revive the Marquis!"