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Chapter 1185 1183. Loyal and brave warriors of Castile, stand up!

"Ah, the power is coming!"

The adjutant soldier beside Captain Zhao stretched his stiff limbs and shouted in an exaggerated tone, causing Old Zhao, who was holding a cigarette and trying to enjoy the taste of tobacco in the game, to glance at this guy with a strange look.

Well, don’t worry about the subtle look in Captain Zhao’s eyes at this moment.

After all, no matter who it is, if there is a guy with a flying axe on his forehead who can still talk and laugh next to him, they will have the same strange look as him.

His unfortunate adjutant was ambushed by a fallen son of God in the final stage of the attack on the Castilla tree. That guy could mobilize trees to form various weapons to attack his opponents, and the adjutant's head was smashed by a suddenly flying wooden battle axe.

But it's what he deserves.

Who made this guy not like to wear a helmet after getting the cool exoskeleton? Others wear helmets when fishing, but you don’t wear one on the battlefield. You deserve it.

However, the Helldivers have preferential treatment. In order to make up for their inability to be resurrected frequently, Murphy gives them the authority to transform into undead units after death. This is also the main reason why the adjutant can chat and share tobacco with his superiors even with a big axe on his forehead.

But precisely because he is an undead, this guy can more clearly feel the subtle changes in the power system of this forest after the formation of the Elven Underworld and the Tree of Rebirth.

Hundreds of Undead team members, including him, have gained an additional "Hades·Afterlife Tree Strengthening" status, with all attributes increased by 5%. In addition, all attacks will come with a small amount of necrotic damage, which is equivalent to a world BUFF exclusive to the Undead. They can enjoy it as long as they enter the Castilla Peninsula.

"This thing can still be improved!"

The adjutant was excited to feel the changes in his attributes. He took advantage of the racial characteristics of the undead, which did not require breathing, and smoked an epic cigarette. Then he turned to Lao Zhao and said:
"According to the explanation of BUFF, as long as the power of the underworld in this forest continues to increase, the increase we undead can get will also continue to increase, up to a maximum of 30% attribute increase. Damn, that would be really awesome!"

"What a bullshit."

Captain Zhao cursed:
"Do you really think you're playing a game? Don't you see how horribly weakened you become after becoming a undead?
The perception has been cut in half, the movement speed has also been reduced a lot, and the accuracy has been greatly reduced. The individual combat effectiveness is not weak at all. Apart from not being afraid of death, you have almost no advantages. I can't expect you to complete your respective tactical tasks.

Now I can only use you as shield infantry!

It’s just a dish!
You know.

You guys who have become undead for various reasons are just noobs. Everyone else is fine, but you are the only one who got into trouble. If this happened on a real battlefield, you would be dead, understand? How can you have the chance to say weird things to me here?
After the mission is over, all the guys who have turned into undead, including you, will write a self-criticism!
Take a good look at the stupid things you did during the action, conduct criticism and self-criticism as a class, and try not to cause such bad things to happen again during the next action.

We are the elite!

Do you look even remotely like an elite in your current stupid state?"

"Oh, I have to write a self-criticism again. I give up."

The adjutant complained.

But he did not continue to refute, because he and Lao Zhao saw the charred elf corpses in the ruins not far away from them twisting and rising in a strange posture.

To be honest, this scene is a bit creepy.

Especially in the context of this tragic battlefield, when similar abnormal movements occurred in almost every place where there were corpses, for the warriors who were born in an atheist world, this was truly "seeing a ghost".

Lao Zhao had already pulled out the M1911 Gold-burning Enhanced Edition that he used for self-defense, loaded it with a click, but his wrist was held down by the adjutant next to him.

The latter glanced at the reminder on his player interface and said to Captain Zhao:
"This is the will of the underworld summoning the dead, and it is the natural rhythm of the dead spirit energy.

According to this theory, after the Tree of Rebirth becomes the core of death on the Castilla Peninsula, the death energy it produces will continue to spread outward until the spiritual energy environment in this area is reconstructed.

The resurrection of the dead is just a side effect of the rhythm of death.

Anyway, this is normal, don’t be impulsive! ”

"Zhao! Let's get out of this damn place."

Captain Zhao wiped his arm, looked at the "Headless Knight" who had climbed up beside him and was staggering towards the Castilla tree, and he complained:

"I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if you keep doing this. Also, the soldiers' mental health is a big problem. In the battles these days, each person has killed at least six enemies on average. The kill feedback in this damn game is too real. Last night alone, more than eleven soldiers reported to their squad leaders that they were feeling a little uncomfortable.

I think there must be many similar situations.

Therefore, after this mission, all soldiers will receive psychological intervention. I don’t want to see my soldiers suffer from PTSD.”

"Well, Mr. Qin has already made arrangements."

The adjutant replied:
"And this is also a very good screening mechanism. It can confirm which soldiers are not suitable for going to the battlefield in the game, so as to avoid accidents in actual combat in the future. However, Captain, Mr. Qin's health..."

He looked around and said in a low voice:

"When I logged off and went out for a run last night, I unexpectedly saw medical staff busy in Mr. Qin's office. There are also some mysterious rumors. Aren't you Mr. Qin's soldier? Is his health condition related to this game?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

Captain Zhao frowned and said:
"They must have confirmed that the helmets were harmless before they allowed us to enter the game on a large scale. As for Mr. Qin's health, he has been suffering from old problems. The old man is stubborn and refuses to rest properly. It's probably due to overwork. Forget it, I'll go offline and take a look.

Please help me keep an eye on this place first, and contact me immediately if anything happens!"

"OK, all right."
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"Well, there is still a long way to go."

In the heart of the Castilla giant tree, Murphy looked at the evaluation on the administrator interface that read "Local Underworld Power System Rating: Weak" and sighed:

"Even if there is a living underworld, it will take a long time for the cycle of life and death in Castilla to get back on track. Besides, the elves have their own national conditions and cannot copy the model of the Songhai underworld. It's really frustrating."

"This kind of thing is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Tracey beside Murphy comforted him:

"It's great that you can lay a foundation for them. I know you are in a hurry, but things like this that involve the adjustment of the regional power system can never be rushed. If you don't plan to be personally responsible for the advancement of the power of the Elven Underworld, it would be better to quickly find a local Hades for this place.

Moreover, given the living customs and life span of the elves as an immortal species, even if the power of the underworld on the Castilla Peninsula reaches its peak, the manpower that can be fed back to you here is bound to be very limited. "

"As long as it can protect itself, I don't ask for anything else."

Murphy waved his hands and said:

"The cycle of life and death still depends on humans. From the age of 12 to 82, they can be aphrodisiac all year round as long as the conditions are met. As long as they are given enough time and a stable environment, the human population can increase exponentially like blowing up a balloon.

It is simply the 'innate reproductive holy body'.

The gnolls are inferior in this regard, but the gnolls' advantage in numbers, as they give birth to many offspring at a time, makes up for their disadvantage of only going into heat twice a year.

Therefore, compared with the huge amount of human feedback that humans can bring in the future, other races are just extras.”

"Well, you forgot about the rat-men and the fish-men." Tris said, counting on her fingers:

“Those two races are truly famous for their reproduction, but I estimate that the life and death cycle human feedback model of the ratmen and fishmen may be adjusted. Otherwise, their reproduction speed is estimated to bring the number of human feedback to more than tens of millions in a few years.

This is too horrible.”

“I also think that this is really unplayable without nerfing.”

Murphy stroked his chin and guessed:

"I think the life and death cycle of other races is mainly to maintain the natural growth of the population, but the life and death cycle of the ratmen and murlocs focuses on limiting the size of the group. Otherwise, once they are allowed to reproduce unconditionally and crazily, the life and death balance of the entire world will be broken."

"Mr. Murphy! We found the lab!"

Just as Lord Pluto was discussing these life and death issues with his "beloved wife", the sea elf prince Ivirios rushed into the secret room at the heart of the tree and said:
"The Witherers and the Tree Herders won't let us in. They say that only you are qualified to enter the Land of the Creator."

"It should."

Murphy waved his hand and said:
"That place was previously occupied by the Witch Cult. God knows what those guys did with the equipment in the biological laboratory and what kind of 'surprises' they left behind. The vigilance of the deceased is commendable. But, Ivy, why are you so interested in that place?"

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"Because the source of the birth of all the sons of God lies in it."

The handsome sea elf prince still had a chill left over from the war. He touched his face and sighed:

"As a member of the Son of God, I once regarded this identity as a supreme honor in serving the gods. However, after learning the truth about the Son of God project from Aunt Philosier, I realized that this power did not only come from the blessing of the gods, but also from our 'original sin'.

As terrifying as it sounds, using one's own citizens for large-scale human experiments and causing the contamination of the gene pool due to mistakes actually happened in this peaceful country of ours.

Honestly, Mr. Murphy, the experiences of the past few days have made me deeply aware of my previous naivety.

The beauty that the world presents in my eyes is just a simple disguise. Even in my hometown, which I regard as a natural paradise, terrible things are still happening. Even I myself was born in the gray area between black and white. "

"That's a good thing, Ivy. We must break our past understanding of the world so that we can grow and progress better."

Murphy patted the Sea Elf Prince on the shoulder as a "veteran" and said:

"Let's go to the laboratory. It will take several hours for the Tree of Death to gather the army of the undead. When the 'Withered Army' of the Kingdom of Castia is formed, we will set out to the Elf King's Court to completely put an end to the series of terrible events caused by the Witch Cult and Dusk in your hometown.

Then you will be able to meet your fiancée.

I guess Her Highness Xilagui must have a lot to say to you, I hope you are ready. "

Murphy's tone was very subtle, which made Ivirios confirm that this powerful vampire lord must have mastered some secrets about the Elf Kingdom, but he was unwilling to make the secret public like other vampires, so His Highness Ivi could only look forward to meeting his fiancée with trepidation.

The three of them followed the branches of the "dying" Castilla Rebirth Tree all the way to the ground below the base of the tree.

This is the area where the "Son of God" project was initially promoted. A large biological laboratory of the Creator is hidden in it. The dead have imposed martial law here in a guarding posture, preventing the living from entering.

Those who were blocked were not only His Highness Ivi's followers and the driven away giant tree druids, but also the players!

The members of the Silver Moon Group and the unlucky elf-controllers who barely managed to hold on while being hunted by the Moon Sisters until Mannis came to their rescue, but were then thrown directly into the underworld by the unscrupulous Snake and were almost besieged to death by the dead.

Lumina was in a really miserable state at this moment.

She was nearly killed by the enraged Moon Sisters, but survived.

Unfortunately, Brother Goji, the rope art master and a dozen other unlucky guys were caught while fleeing. No one knows what kind of torture those guys are going through at this time, but they did not go offline or post a message for help on the forum, so it is estimated that they were just imprisoned by the angry Moon Sisters and not tortured.

"Honorable Lord of Decay, the villains of the Witch Cult left some evil things in the laboratory. We are guarding here and not allowing the living to enter, mainly to protect them."

Seeing Murphy coming over like a star, the Archdruid of the Withered, who had just been transferred to become an official member of the Elven Underworld, immediately stepped forward to report.

Well, just like the Songhai people call Hades and the Callum people call Lord Huangquan, the elves quickly determined Murphy's title in this forest after the establishment of the underworld.

The title of "Lord of Withering" sounds a bit evil, but considering that it is really cool, Murphy did not refuse these dead elves to call him that, and he was secretly happy in his heart. Wow, another glorious title was obtained.

He frowned, and with the dignity that a "Lord of Decay" should have, he said to the dead who were doing their duty:
"I am aware of your concerns, but please don't be too cautious.

In addition to being your Lord of Withering, I am also the Chosen One chosen by the Creator himself. This laboratory in front of me, which originated from the Golden Age, is also my domain. Therefore, please get out of the way. I want to see with my own eyes what evil things Dusk has done here.

You should now go and shape the 'Withered Legion' under the seat of my Great Rebirth Tree!
The king and leader of the living elves are still trapped in the Elf Royal Court. A terrible conspiracy is being pushed forward in the world of the living. For now, only the dead can come forward to defeat all the malice and protect this natural land.

Go on!

In the name of death, call on those unwilling dead and loyal warriors to resurrect from the grave and form an undead army belonging to the elves! As I said, the dead watched everything that happened on this land, and they are no longer willing to remain silent!

If the living are unable to manage this land, the dead will not mind taking over."

"What about the sinners? Honorable Lord of Blight."

The Archdruid of Withering asked in a hoarse voice:
"What about those sinners who were driven to attack the Castilian Tree and try to subvert order? Will they also be blessed with death?"

"Villains don't deserve blessings!"

Murphy said coldly:
"They deserve only eternal excommunication. Their stinking souls will be trapped in rotting bodies, dragging their bodies to atone for their sins in agony without dying. Only after you recognize that they have paid for their sins will they be allowed to wash away their sins and enter reincarnation again.

They will transform into the ugliest and eternally hungry ghouls and become the vanguard of redemption for the Withering Army!

They will lose their beauty and elegance, turning into the ugliest minions, feeding on the flesh and blood of sinners but never being able to satisfy their gluttonous desires. Their stories will be passed down through the ages to awaken those depraved people who are addicted to the dark trenches and unwilling to turn back.

They are the whips that the Tree of the Dead uses to spur the living, and I will give you this whip to control.”

"As it should be!"

The Archdruid of Blight shouted:

"You are the true Lord of Justice, Your Excellency. You reward the good and punish the evil, so that this forest can be pure forever! I am honored to be your eyes of supervision and hands of judgment. When the cold morning mist blows in the forest, you will put the souls of the evildoers into the rotten cage.

We will definitely live up to our mission!

Ah!
The dead of Castile, the warriors of the Elven Kingdom, stand up!

Serve your master and give this land a second life!"

(End of this chapter)