For this task, Niu Million was more cautious than I had imagined, and in addition to Nocturne in B-flat minor, he also invited others to help - not one, but two.

None of us was surprised by the arrival of the elven druid girl "Fairy Descending to the Earth with Her Face on the Ground". According to reliable grapevines, in recent times, Niu Million and the fairy have been in close contact with each other, often traveling together, adventuring together, and getting along very well. And for us, having a generalist who has ranged magic damage, good melee combat ability after transformation, and many nature-based recovery spells to join our squad is only good for this adventure.

But the appearance of the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge made me feel a little puzzled. A slow, unresponsive green-skinned guy like this, who is heavily affected by the curse of "Ka", no matter how high he ranks, is only a meat target to be chased and cut down - and a fixed meat target that is not challenging at all.

Soon, though, the orc warlock's performance dispelled my doubts. His movements were surprisingly swift and natural, with no signs of the sluggishness and procrastination of his previous encounters. Despite this, his actions still seem a little strange, such as: he turned around and tried to turn before he reached the intersection, and almost fell headlong into the wall; Or when we were five or six steps away, we stood still on our feet, and said in a voice that we could hardly hear, "I've kept you waiting," and it wasn't until a moment later that we suddenly came to our senses. All the way back to us.

"What are you doing over there? Ghosts are coming back from afar! Benzene Nocturne asked him curiously.

"I'm used to being stuck with the Netcom line, and I always feel that I have to make a prefix for everything in the delay, and I can't adapt to it for a while." Ding Ding Xiaoge was shy, but he said quickly without changing a breath - this is completely different from the situation when he used to speak slowly and slowly as if he was singing a lullaby. I guess this is also the sequelae of what kind of "network latency" he has been affected by for a long time.

"Why aren't you stuck today?" For the abnormal performance of the orc warlock, Niu Million is also very interested.

"Now that it's a holiday, I can surf the Internet at the Internet café......," Ding Ding Xiaoge said quickly.

As soon as the personnel were gathered, Niu Million began to introduce us to this task that had troubled him for a day.

This is a chain of missions: first, Major Gutierrez, a human officer guarding the outpost's gates, will tell us that they have received word that a messenger from the end of the Empire is coming from the Umberian Valley with a secret message to be delivered to the Grand Lich Mackenskall. The Major believed that this secret letter recorded the next battle plan of the Last Emperor. The war situation at the front is at stake. He beseeches us to stop the messenger in any way, and never let him deliver the secret letter into the hands of the Great Lich.

Then Niu Million led us to a jungle trail and lay in ambush at a three-way intersection, a few minutes later. A vampire messenger who was only level forty-five hurried by, and was blocked by us. Against such a little guy, any of the five of us has full certainty of knocking him down, let alone five against one. The messenger didn't even have time to scream. We cleaned it up, and we found the secret letter from his corpse.

When Major Gutierrez saw this secret letter, his face changed dramatically. It turned out that this letter not only recorded the recent troop movements of the last emperor. And it also reveals a terrifying huge secret: the Doomsday Emperor ** is developing a new type of toxin called "Life Corruptor", this terrible toxin will be infected through wounds, and cause infected creatures to lose their lives in a short period of time. Metamorphosis into a murderous and bloodthirsty undead. and attack all creatures they can come across. And the development of this toxin to the ground base. Just near the Hitvinian lowlands.

We all know that three conditions must be met for the birth of an undead soul: First, the deceased must leave behind a well-preserved and intact corpse - at least the bones must be intact (so). Rats and many scavengers are mortal enemies of the undead, unlike many people think); 2. His soul was deeply cursed with an irreparable curse; 3. He has a great resentment and anger towards life, and has a strong revenge**.

Moreover, even if all three conditions are met, there is less than half a chance that these dead will awaken from eternal sleep as a corrupt person who has escaped death.

It wasn't until the appearance of the Great Lich McKenskar that changed that. This great lich who is well-versed in soul science may not be the most evil lich of all time, but it is certainly the greatest necromancer of all time. He has completely broken the natural law of the birth of the undead, relying on his powerful magic to make it possible for ordinary corpses to transform into the Corrupt, and to make the resurrected Rotten wiser and more loyal. He almost single-handedly built the army of the Corrupt that once swept through the continent of Falvi, and became one of the most powerful assistants under the command of the last monarch Darrendir.

And this toxin is even more powerful than the mana of the Great Lich. Not only is it highly virulent, but it can also be transmitted multiple times. If a healthy person is injured by an infected attack—even if it's just a small wound as small as an oily skin—it's possible to be infected by the toxin, and sooner or later he'll become an accomplice of the Great Lich. Perhaps the souls of the corrupt thus produced are even more mutilated and incapable of high intelligence, but the lust for the flesh and blood of the living will make them the most insane killers.

As you can imagine, if even one person in a city is infected with this toxin, it can spread to ten, ten, hundreds. Perhaps overnight, your parents, wife, and children will turn into man-eating ghouls and unleash you in your sleep

Fill their never-satisfying bowels with your flesh and blood; Or maybe you are, and then you'll graciously invite strangers like you to share the liver and brain of your loved ones - and you won't even feel the sorrow at this time, because you're just a corpse. A corrupt man who has lost all his soul and knows nothing but hunger and greed.

In this regard, I can't help but secretly rejoice: fortunately...... Thankfully, we intercepted the secret letter in time and got this terrible news; Thankfully, the toxin is still under development, and we can stop it; Thankfully, it's not too late, and the world hasn't turned into that hopeless human purgatory; Thanks......

No matter what words I use to express my happiness at this time, it is by no means excessive. This is simply a rebirth given by the Most High God to the people of the entire continent, giving us the opportunity to survive this catastrophe.

"There's been a sudden increase in the number of Corrupt people roaming the neighborhood lately, and they're acting weirdly, which I guess has something to do with it. Bring me a few fresh hearts of the Corrupted, Continental Warriors. We need to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible. After pondering for a moment, Major Gutierrez issued us the assignment again.

As the Major said, in the vicinity of the outpost, there are quite a few "bloodthirsty zombies". You can see it. Not long after they became the Rotten, the unfinished rotten flesh and the yellow pus that flowed from under their feet indicated that they were still "fresh" and not "senior" undead who had been revived for a long time.

Compared to the undead warriors we've encountered before, these guys move more slowly. Usually only half of the body can use force, and the other half can only be dragged along, with stiff movements and slow reactions, as if they were all paralyzed and disabled patients before their deaths.

But. Although these zombies are slow, their power far exceeds that of ordinary undead, albeit with bare hands. But even a casual slap will cause you hundreds of points of damage. The defense is also surprisingly high. And they're completely unconscious. So it's even more ferocious and brutal, completely ignoring your attacks. He didn't care about the pain of the sword slashing on his body. Their souls have been completely filled with a kind of mad killing**, and the whole purpose of their existence is to tear everything living in front of them to pieces, and they know nothing but that.

And the most troublesome thing is that these special zombies are constantly exuding a layer of green poisonous mist. As soon as you get close to this poisonous mist, your life force will keep draining.

And when they are completely dead, the decaying corpses will be controlled by magic, and suddenly explode, causing nearby creatures to be violently blasted, and eroded by more powerful toxins, losing a lot of lives in a short period of time.

In the beginning, these disgusting pieces of rotten flesh did cause us a lot of problems: many times we had already knocked down our enemies, only to be seriously injured by their corpses in unsuspecting explosions. But soon, we learned enough lessons. Whenever we take down a zombie, we immediately run to a safe distance and wait until his corpse explodes and the poisonous fog clears before coming back to harvest his heart.

When the most powerful of abilities, Corpse Blast, wears no longer works, these slow-moving, brainless living dead can no longer pose a threat to us. Just after noon, we delivered a sufficient number of zombie hearts into the hands of Major Gutierrez.

The Major didn't take the hearts in, but told us to give them to Mr. Wagner, the military pharmacist stationed at the outpost, to study. Niu led us to Mr. Wagner in a tent on the north side of the outpost, a middle-aged man with a thin face, a high nose, yellow hair, and deeply sunken eye sockets, who looked a little listless.

But after we explained our intentions and put the heart specimen on his table, the middle-aged man, who was originally mentally exhausted, immediately seemed to be a different person, swept away his tired look, his eyes were cold, and his spirit was uplifted.

"Are you telling the truth?" He stood up, put a heart in his hands, and took a closer look at the sunlight outside the tent. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the heart seems to be beating incessantly in the hands of the apothecary, squeezing out the remaining blood and rotting juice from the heart chambers one by one.

"Ah......" The fairy screamed softly on the ground, her right hand tightly grasped Niu Wan's arm, and she wanted to bury her whole head in his armpit, and her left hand was still desperately covering her face, and her voice trembled and said, "...... Brother Niu, this person is so perverted, it's terrible......"

What puzzled me was why both eyes were peeking out of her fingers, even though she had lost her face. Still staring at it so big, as if you were afraid of missing a detail?

"No...... I'm afraid, I've taken over this task, and he was like this the last time I came to the land, and I've ...... Get used to it. Niu Wanwan's words were arrogant, but his behavior was not the same at all. His whole body was curled up behind the bard Nocturne in B-flat minor, his hands on his shoulders, and he shivered incessantly, as if he were ready to push him out and flee for his life.

I think it's normal for a person to subconsciously want to hide behind someone when they're scared. But I really don't think a minotaur hiding behind a Confucian can make any real difference-uh...... Even if he pouts his ass, he can't do it!

It's hard for me to admit that I'm a coward, in fact, many of the hearts I took out of zombie bodies with my own hands. But I'm well aware. I never had the courage to take it so fondly as this weak apothecary

He held it in his hand and played with it close to his face. In this pharmacist did not see the instinctive fear of death. On the contrary, he even felt that his gaze was full of excitement and fanaticism, as if what was in his hand was not a piece of rotten flesh full of poison, but a beautiful work of art. The sickly fanatical gaze of the pharmacist actually makes me feel a little chilled and dare not look at it directly.

In this world. There are many talented geniuses who are able to achieve great things in their respective fields, far beyond the others. Even beyond the time I live in.

But. It is precisely because of their outstanding wisdom that they have reached the pinnacle of this world. Nothing could stop his thoughts and gaze, so they turned from self-confidence to arrogance. Become extreme paranoids in their respective fields. Thinking that they can control everything and change everything, they lose respect and reverence for the world, so that they go further and further down the wrong path, and eventually bring disaster to the entire continent.

Great geniuses seldom make mistakes, but when they do, they make huge and devastating mistakes that can never be undone.

All of this was what Mr. Wagner's gaze made me, and for some reason I had a strong premonition that sending these heart specimens into his hands might not be the right choice......

Mr. Wagner didn't give me time to repent, he quickly cut a small piece of almost transparent from a heart, placed it in a strange instrument on the table, then sprinkled in a little blue powder of unknown nature, closed the lid, and injected magic into the magic crystal above the instrument, and started the instrument.

The instrument immediately vibrated slightly, and soon, a strange blue light scattered out of the instrument, and then, a bleak red light separated from the blue light, followed by a miserable white beam of light, although it was just a ray of light, but just by looking at it, I felt a chill all over my body, and a cold cold air came out of my throat.

"It's so much fun!" At the end of the test, Mr. Wagner removed the heart from the instrument, carefully placed it in a crystal container, and then hid it in a box, "Major Gutierrez guessed right, and from these specimens I isolated some special toxins......"

“…… I gotta say, the people who invented them were geniuses, the perfect combination of necromancy, bloodline magic, and soul magic, and even more beautifully, the toxin itself was alive. These guys are not animals, not plants, but more like some kind of fungus. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and sadly, they're not finished yet, and there are some flaws in their survival. However, I guess I can ...... Well, I mean, I can make you some potions to suppress this toxin first, and I think you'll use it. ”

"Well, go tell the Major the news, and you'll be able to get these anti-poisons later. Before I do that, I'll have to look into it again...... Well, I mean I'm going to take a break first. With that, Mr. Wagner sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for us to leave.

The pale-faced man called the toxin "the most beautiful thing," and it gave me goosebumps. And the unnatural demeanor he slurped when he spoke also gave birth to a cloud of doubt in my heart. But now is not the time to think about these questions, the apocalyptic empire is constantly refining this terrible toxin, and we must stop them - the sooner the better!

Again, we found Major Gutierrez and relayed Mr. Wagner's words to him. The Major's face was solemn. He told us that to the southwest of the outpost was a castle called the Gravel Fortress, which was originally a Confederate stronghold and was later occupied by the invading Imperial forces. A scout has reported a number of anomalies in the castle, and he suspects that the base for the toxins of the Doomsday Empire is located in the castle.

"However, a group of brutal and cunning corrupt people are entrenched on the only road leading to the castle, and no one knows where they came from. They were outnumbered, and any pedestrians who passed through them would be mercilessly killed. You'd do well to ask Chief Hondos for help in opening this path. The Major said to us, "Remember, we are short on time......

Oh, and as much as I don't like it, it looks like we're going to have to deal with the greenskin who became the commander - hey, Tinding, I'm not sarcastic about you - anyway, a half-orc who is a human commander always feels weird.

"You mean, you want to slaughter those bunnies who are roaming around?" Hearing our request, Chief Hondos's eyes widened, and he stared at us very unkindly, and spoke in a voice as loud as thunder, "We are going to do this. You know, this is our business, and we don't need your hands to interfere! Those bastards are mine, you know? ”

"But ......," the orc chieftain shifted, "...... Since you want to go over, I don't mind if you come with me to see it. But remember, you are not allowed to touch the leading fellow, I will kill him with my own hands! ”

The chief's pupils seemed to be burning with two fires.

"Hands!"

(The results of last weekend's overtime work were in vain, and the more than 200 pages of materials that were sorted out were redone.)

On the surface of creating a national civilized city, the hardware is completely out of reach, so the materials can only be faked. It's an open secret, we know it, the city leaders know it, and the weirdest thing is that even the inspection team that came down to check it out.

And the main reason why the materials that were sorted out were rejected was actually untrue......