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Chapter 1419 1416. Damn! Is it a glorious tradition in your industry to go undercover and become the boss of the other party?
"The reason is very simple, and the logic is also very simple. Why did the Sin Castle choose to be built in that barren land near the gray desert? Was it really because of the talented people and beautiful scenery in that ghost place covered by sandstorms all year round?
No, no!
This is not the case. The truth is that the first batch of dwarves who were exiled for various reasons accidentally found some 'wonderful' things there.

They don't recognize those things.

At that time, the Halflings had not yet developed their steam engineering, our ancestors just thought those things were very powerful and sacred!
They saw it as a 'revelation from God' and built a city there."

Outside the cave, the great slave owner Fenris Wildfist drank the flying wine handed to him by Murphy, and whistled at the same time as he told him and his master the secrets of the sinful dwarves.

Perhaps to add weight to his words, the cunning and greedy guy in front of him winked and said mysteriously:

"This is the greatest secret of the sinful dwarves!

Only the five Sin Lords of each generation are qualified to know. I heard from my predecessors that the forerunners of Sin Castle discovered those things in the 200th year of the era, but they did not learn to use them until around the first black disaster.

This took more than three hundred years, and fortunately the dwarves never lacked patience.

Of course, some people say that it was all the guidance and test of the Mother Goddess, but to be honest, I don’t think so.

Those are obviously things left by the Creator. The power of the Mother Goddess does not set foot in this field, let alone its powerful effect."

"It's about making humans, right?"

Murphy would have liked to hear a drunkard dwarf bragging about these ancient stories, but unfortunately time was running out, so he gave a clear answer and said:

"The gifts from the Creator beneath your city helped the Sin Dwarves maintain a population of 600,000, no more, no less, for hundreds of years, right?"

"Uh"

The slave owner, who had wanted to use this secret to make a fortune from the big boss of the Order camp, did not expect that the vampire in front of him actually guessed the answer. But he changed his mind and thought that this was actually not a bad thing.

Because they knew what these things could do, he didn't have to emphasize their value again and again, which made the transaction go more smoothly. So Fenris drank a glass of Transian wine, stroked his beard adorned with luxurious gold rings, and said:
“That’s basically the case, but I was unlucky. When it was my turn to be the Sin Lord, the instruments suddenly broke down.

Our technicians couldn't explain the reason. After changing several operators and even kidnapping a mechanical master from Port Shardo, no one could restart them. So I never saw the scene of those instruments creating humans with my own eyes.

But the Burning Heart of Sin has seen it!
That guy was an outsider Sin Dwarf like me, but he climbed up the ranks in Sin Castle very quickly and became a Sin Lord more than thirty years earlier than me.

That guy was different from other criminals and exiles. He was very good at management and was a former priest of the earth. The Mother Goddess loved him so much that she didn't even take back her grace after the Silver Dwarves exiled him.

He gathered those members who were still willing to follow the Mother Earth in the Castle of Sin and made our "Church of Atonement" very successful, so he was valued by the former bosses. Those old warlords favored "management talents" like him and entrusted him with important tasks.

It is said that old Loren personally presided over those mysterious ceremonies."

"Now those things don't work? When did this happen?"

Murphy asked again, and Manquan shrugged and said:

"About half a year ago, after my boss drank too much and ignored the advice to spend the night with his shadow elf slave girl, Ma Mafeng died. On the third day after I killed other competitors and inherited the boss's position as lord, those instruments stopped working.

I remember that date very clearly because there were rumors that I, a jinx, had interfered with the sacred ceremony by ascending to the throne, and that they were trying to get me killed. "

"Well"

After hearing this time, Murphy and the Lord both had the answer in their hearts.

This is the time when Murphy formatted the Creator's system.

Murphy and Paying exchanged glances, and the Lord asked:
"How many machines are there? How often are they activated? Do they directly copy human bodies or use genetic engineering? Why do they maintain the population at 600,000 and not increase it a bit? Most importantly, haven't you been looking for something similar in all these years in the Gray Desert?"

"Oh my, Lord Paying, Boss Paying, you have too many questions. I have to answer them one by one."

Fenris blinked cunningly and said:
“There are a lot of machines, but unfortunately not many of them can be used.

As for the time, it's twice a year! And we can't use the flesh and blood of the people in Sin Castle. It's said that something went wrong when we did this before, and a bunch of fools and idiots were created, so the bosses require that only the flesh and blood of outsiders can be used as raw materials.

We call it 'sacrifice' internally!
The other three tribes of dwarves would exile criminals and unlucky people to Sinburgh twice a year. As soon as they arrived, some of their blood and body tissues would be extracted, making it look like they were swearing to join Sinburgh, but in fact they were serving the creation machine.

As for why it can only maintain 600,000 people
what!
Look at that damn place, Sinburgh.

There are only a few underground rivers as water sources, and there is no place for farming. It is already the limit to feed 600,000 people by relying on the slave and contraband trade. If there are more people, the shadow elves in the nearby Eternal Rift will be dissatisfied.

Our cooperation with them is based on the subtle gap in strength between the two sides.

In short, those creation machines are a huge array, hidden in a secret room nearly two hundred meters underground in the Castle of Sin.

I used to be the captain and construction officer of the Brass Fortress, so I could see that it was a place similar to the ruins of a temple and should have been part of some large building.

The big guys in Sin Castle occasionally leave some words. I heard that a long time ago, when an explorer was exiled here, he tried to find the source of these creation machines. That guy confirmed that there are similar things in the Gray Desert because we found many fragments of machines in the desert east of Sin Castle.

But I guess what you two are really asking about is not the machines themselves. You want to find something deeper in the Gray Desert, right? And it's not just Hive Zero!
What you seek is deeper and more dangerous."

The great slave owner drank the wine with relish, took out his pipe and took a puff, then said amidst the smoke:
"The Sinful Dwarves do have a map of our exploration of the Gray Desert. During the hundreds of years when you were tormented by the Black Plague, the caravans from the Castle of Sin would cross the Gray Desert every five years to trade with the western border of the ancient country of Callum. Every time, they would earn a large amount of treasure from the wealthy Callum people, thus maintaining their friendship with the greedy Shadow Elves.

We know the trade routes of the Grey Desert very well, and most importantly, we know what lies beneath that desert.

The Lair at Dusk.
Ha, I knew I guessed right when I saw your raised brow!

You guys are going to that underground cast iron palace!

Excuse me for being frank, but it's really dangerous there. It's impossible to get there without a guide. I heard that there's some strange barrier between there and the material world.

You know it's there, but you just can't find it.

Only those who are allowed to trade some "contraband" with the Twilight Organization and have wide connections can get in there."

Man Quan finished his last sip of wine, and the Sin Lord stopped pretending. He coughed a few times and said to Murphy and the Lord:
"I am not a talented person, but I am the biggest slave owner in the Castle of Sin. Well, I killed all those guys who were more powerful than me, so I am the most powerful.

I have taken over their slave trade with Dusk, and I have personally gone there several times to deliver things in the past few years. Although those guys were cunning and didn't let me enter the cast iron temple, I can at least bring you closer to there.

I still have the authentication token they gave me that can help me pass through that mysterious space barrier. As for how to break through the dangerous robot defenses afterwards, that is not something I need to worry about.

Statement in advance!

I hid the token in a place in Sinburgh that only I know."

Murphy and the Lord looked at each other, and the Lord nodded. Murphy looked at the big slave owner in front of him and said:
"You dare to negotiate with us so arrogantly? It seems that you are sure that we need a guide. Aren't you afraid of angering us? Excuse me, but your small number of people is not enough to fight against the warriors of the Locust Wall."

"I'm scared, really. I'm just a slave owner. I'm scared to death to talk to big shots like you. Look, my legs are shaking."

Fenris patted his legs and said something in an exaggerated tone, but under Murphy's gaze, this guy sighed again and said: "If possible, I am really willing to use this information in exchange for a worry-free second half of my life in your territory, but the problem is that although my background is not as prominent as that of old Loren, I also have a background.

I'm not just a criminal, you two, rather, criminal is just a disguise to cover up my real identity!
I am still an undercover agent sent to Sinburgh by Lord Hadeland, the Supreme Lord of the Brass Dwarfs.
Don't laugh! Damn it!

I know it's always funny to be an undercover agent and become the enemy's boss, but there's nothing I can do about it. Work is work, especially after the collapse of the Brass Fortress, my life has undergone drastic changes.

I thought that since Lord Hadland was dead, no one would know about my past, and I could comfortably continue to live a lawless life as a sin lord.

But fate is so cruel that it forces me to make a risky choice at this time."

"What do you mean?"

Lord Pa Ying said in surprise:

"From what you said, Lord Hadland is not dead? That's impossible! I saw with my own eyes the collapse of the Brass Fortress. I saw with my own eyes that Lord Hadland died together with the traitor Bannock in order to preserve his last dignity.

He ignited the underground gold mine, causing it to explode and sealing the warp rift. He did something wrong but he also saved the Black Disaster war situation which was precarious at the time!

That is my old friend, sir.

I urge you to stop hiding and tell us your request and your deal!"

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"That couldn't be better, sir. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you and His Majesty Hadland were friends? This is frightening me to death."

Fenris Wildfist laughed and pointed to the west and said:

"Lord Hadeland is indeed dead, but the Brass Dwarves have a new 'Lord', a fellow who survived the disaster of the fortress's collapse. The poor guy has lost all his memories and doesn't know his name or where he came from. He is like a confused ghost, a half-madman.

But this half-madman accomplished quite an amazing feat.

In the ruins of the Brass Fortress, he led the dwarves who were unwilling to leave to retake the occupied land from the aliens inch by inch. He also declared that everything he did was only to express his piety to Mother Goddess Gaia, hoping that the Mother Goddess would accept us unfortunate guys again.

No one paid any attention to him at first, until he single-handedly defeated a small clan of ratmen and captured a ruined outpost. Then veterans began to follow him, and more and more people followed him. By now, the guy had an army composed entirely of tough brass dwarf veterans!

The shield dwarves of Borut Pass offered him assistance, and the halflings also donated generously.

The guy without a name was called the 'Landless King' or the 'Mad King' by the dwarf exiles under his command. Although it was mostly a joke, they really believed that guy was the king!

What’s worse, among the veterans who followed him was my former superior, so I was re-employed without knowing it.

Considering that my children and grandchildren now live in anonymity in the Borut Pass, this will not harm my family, but the problem is that the ruins are no longer suitable for the Brass Dwarves to live in.

Even if the group of shimmering dwarves who worship the goddess of wealth are willing to share the ruins with us, it can't support too many people.

My people must have a new place if they want to start over.

Originally, I had persuaded everyone in Sin Castle to provide assistance to the Landless King's army, but then the damn insect plague suddenly came and Sin Castle was destroyed. Now, the Landless King has to come with his army to support us.

That guy is very loyal. He set off immediately after hearing about our situation. He is the reinforcement we have been waiting for.

The Burning Heart of Sin has also sent an envoy to reach a deal with the Landless King. As long as the Castle of Sin is recaptured, that area can become the new territory of the Brass Dwarves."

“But that damn place, the Castle of Sin, cannot support the Brass Dwarves who are currently scattered across the continent. Even though many people died in the collapse of the Brass Fortress, the number of dwarves still alive is still huge.

Moreover, the swarm came from the Gray Desert, which meant that the Sin Castle adjacent to it had become a wasteland, with serious ecological damage. "

Murphy shook his head and said:
"Actually, I have a better idea. Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course, sir, you are the real sir! Your words always carry weight, and a humble man like me is listening attentively."

Fenris Wildfist kept himself very low.

He might not know about Murphy's prominent identity, but he didn't know whether it was the hallucination caused by drinking too much, or it might be the reminder from Mother Goddess Gaia that he must maintain the necessary humility in front of this vampire, so as not to bring more trouble to the brass dwarf who was already in a bad situation.

"Abyss City!"

Murphy pointed to the northern defense line and said to the big slave owner in front of him:
"The goat people responded to the call of their Lord of Ten Thousand Curses and voluntarily gave up their city and sent their people to various parts of the continent. I don't judge whether this behavior is good or bad, but the direct impact it had is that the Abyss City is empty!
However, even if it is now besieged by insects, it cannot change the fact that the city has sheltered the Goat People for more than a thousand years. It is a tough city comparable to the Brass Fortress. The most important thing is that most of it is hidden deep underground, which is very suitable for dwarves to live in.

Therefore, Mr. Manquan, please convey my suggestion to the 'Landless King'.

If he really wanted to find a new home for the Brass Dwarves, then there would be no more suitable place than Abyss City in the current continent. The environment there was peaceful enough, and there was also the Ash Plains, which was suitable for farming.

As long as the bugs are repelled, the Brass Dwarves can start over from scratch there.

In this way, you defeated soldiers no longer need to make way for my army, and can join us right here! After we capture Abyss City, you will be the ones to rest, deploy defenses, and guard it!"

"Well, that sounds like a great idea."

Man Quan's eyes lit up, but then he said with some pain in his balls:

"I have a secret identity and am easily convinced, sir. But the other sin dwarves are a bunch of bad guys! There is a reason why they were exiled by their respective clans. It won't be easy to convince them to attack the Bafolk city that is occupied by bugs."

"Then add one more."

Murphy narrowed his eyes and said:

"We need a foothold for our expedition to the Gray Desert. Considering the distance, Sin Castle is indeed very suitable. Therefore, the Gray Desert Expeditionary Force will help you take back your city, but we don't care whether you can hold on to it under the impact of the locust plague."

"Well, that's a great request, sir, but..."

It was obvious that Fenris wanted to gain some benefits, but before he could continue talking, a deep voice sounded from the cave.

"Okay! We agreed."

Old Loren Burning Sinheart came out wearing his black robe and holding a Gaia staff that could be used as a war hammer. Years of exile had made his body a little hunched, but at this moment, this sin lord with a complicated identity said in a deep voice:

"We will cooperate and unconditionally join the Order Alliance. We will be responsible for contacting the Landless King, and we can also be the vanguard in the attack on Abyss City."

"You won't be used as vanguards, and you don't have to worry about being used as cannon fodder. To be honest, with your people in their current poor condition, they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder."

Murphy waved his hands and said:

"I only have one request. Let the Landless King's army speed up and reach the front line of Abyss City before the siege begins. Time waits for no one, everyone."

(End of this chapter)