Black Knight From Blue Star

"Hades?" Hardy couldn't help laughing: "This name is synonymous with Hades over there."

In fact, the four goddesses all know the origin of Hadi and have a certain understanding of the world where Hadi originally lived.

So it's hard to say whether she chose this name on purpose.

"Isn't that better?" Neferti blinked her beautiful eyes, "The Queen of Hades and the King of Hades are such a perfect match."

The matter was closed immediately, it was intentional.

Hardy shook his head. The cold persona of Hades seemed to be showing signs of collapse. But looking at the vast land in front of him, he had to admit that this was indeed a good retreat.

The starry underworld was completely different from his other demon world. There is no smell of brimstone, no fire, and no demons. Dark purple moss covers the ground, and in the distance are rolling mountains, dotted with countless fireflies of soul light.

Occasionally, a few rays of light flicker and disappear, which is the soul that has reached the end of its lifespan. They are as bright as shooting stars, but they also blend into this land when they are dim.

"If we really lose, how many people can fit here?"

"Twenty to thirty million is enough." Neferti pointed to an area with dense light spots in the distance: "Do you see that there? That is the first city we built, and many souls have already settled there. They will Help new people adapt to life here.”

Can it only accommodate 20 to 30 million people?

Yes, this place is very deserted, and this number of people even feels a bit overestimated.

"So you have already started preparing." Hardy asked.

"Of course, I'm very qualified." Neferti proudly said, "But don't think about moving in so soon. We still have a lot to do."

"for example?"

"For example..." Neferti suddenly came closer and whispered in Hadi's ear: "Teach you how to be a competent Hades."

"What to do with those souls?" Hardy ignored Naveu's teasing. He looked at the dense spots of light in the distance. "When the sun appears, will they be affected?"

"This is simple." Neferti pointed to the ground. "There is still a lot of space underground, and they can live down there. And the soul itself likes a dark environment, which is more suitable for them."

"That's it." Hardy nodded, this is indeed a good arrangement.

"Your expression looks much more relaxed now." Neferti leaned on Hadi's shoulder. "If you get tired in the future, come here to rest. There will always be a place for you here."

"Then thank you, His Majesty Hades." Hardy smiled and ruffled her hair.

"I told you that I am your daughter." Naf's face was cold, but there was a smile in her eyes: "I know you will let me call you that at some point one day."

Hardy smiled coquettishly.

The two chatted a lot, from changes in the divine world to the current situation, from past memories to future plans. After a long time, Neferti reluctantly sent Hadi back.

"I will find time to come back to you next time." Before leaving, Neferti kissed Hadi gently on the face.

Neferti's divine power enveloped Hadi, causing the world to spin. He felt as if he had been thrown into a huge whirlpool, and the surrounding scenery rotated rapidly and turned into a blur of light and shadow.

However, this feeling of dizziness is not uncomfortable, but instead brings a sense of warmth. It's like a baby being gently rocked by its mother, or like taking a nap in a warm bathtub.

Soon, his consciousness became clear again. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed in the inner room of the temple, with the body of the black cat Erica next to him. Neferti's divine power has left, leaving only a hint of warmth.

The black cat Erica happened to be sitting up rubbing her eyes. When she saw Hadi, she immediately blushed, but still whispered: "I, I seemed to have had a dream just now..."

"What dream is it?" Hardy walked over and hugged her gently.

"I dreamed...I dreamed that I became Lord Hades..." Erica's voice became smaller and smaller.

"That's not a dream." Hardy's hands went down and generously hugged her slender waist.

Erica blushed and subconsciously lay back, as if she had no bones, her body was limp.

Two hours later, Hardy came out of the Temple of Hades and returned to the study to handle government affairs. Not long after he sat down, Tiana opened the door and came in. She wore a dark blue long skirt today, which outlined her perfect curves, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps.

"Hardy, we have executed too many people recently." Tiana stood in front of the table. "Some nobles have already started to sign a letter, saying that I abused my power."

"What did they say?"

"They said I was eradicating dissidents in the name of cleaning up the Masons." Tiana sighed, "Actually, I'm not sure whether these people are really related to the Masons. The detection capabilities of those books and alchemy equipment And accuracy, is it really 100%?”

"You think they are innocent?"

"No, I'm just worried..." Tiana bit her lower lip, "If I kill someone by mistake, it will be my fault."

Hardy stood up and walked to Tiana: "Do you know why I put you in charge of this matter?"

"Why?"

"Because you have empathy." Hardy looked at her: "You will take responsibility for every decision and think about every life. This is exactly what I need."

This is also one of the advantages of most women.

"But…"

"But at the same time, you must understand that these are extraordinary times." Hardy's tone became serious: "I would rather kill ten by mistake than let one go. This is not cruelty, but responsibility for others. If you are not willing to do it If so, let me do it.”

Tiana was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "If Petola hears what you said, she will definitely say that you are too tired."

"So don't tell her."

"Don't worry, I won't tell you." Tiana came closer: "But I can help you relax..."

After saying that, Tiana glanced at Hardy coquettishly.

After that, she sat in Hardy's arms.

…

Iced Black Tea walked out of the resurrection point, opened the system interface, and watched the quarrel in the guild channel become more and more intense.

"This is not a joke. If you die, you will lose 30% of your experience. Who can bear it? We are working so **** the front line just to make the officials disgusted with us?"

"But what about those NPCs? If we withdraw, they will die."

"Just die, it's a game anyway."

"Are you saying this too cold-blooded? Those NPCs also have feelings."

Iced Black Tea silently looked through the chat history. On one side are the main combatants who insist on holding the front line; on the other side are those who advocate retreat and believe that there is no need to increase their level for the NPCs in the game.

He thought of the little boy who was nailed to the stake, and felt a little nauseous again, while the quarrel on the guild chat channel continued: "You cowards, you just know how to sit back and act like cowards! What a guerrilla thing. , it’s all bullshit.”

"Okay, come on, let me see if you drop ten levels first?"

"We are not philanthropists, why should we pay so much for these data?"

"Then if you're afraid of death, don't play. Go back to your farming game."

Iced Black Tea closed the chat interface. He knew the argument would go nowhere.

This is not only a disagreement between their guilds, but also a disagreement among tens of thousands of players on the entire front line.

After staying on the front line for so long, he has long understood the truth: human nature is never black and white. Those who choose to retreat may not be truly cold-blooded; those who insist on fighting may not be truly noble.

He opened his backpack and looked at the few remaining pieces of equipment inside. If he dies this time, he will not only lose his level, but also his equipment. He will not have much in-game currency anymore.

"Forget it, let's go to the guild leader first and ask for new equipment." He said to himself, "At least the equipment must be complete before we can continue fighting."

Iced Black Tea dragged her tired steps to the guild's frontline station.

He found the logistics office and prepared to apply for standard equipment again.

Please...you...collect_6_9_书_Bar (Six//Nine//Books//Bar)

"Again?" The logistics player responsible for distributing equipment couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he saw him.

"No choice, let's fight." Iced Black Tea shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

The staff quickly took out a few pieces of equipment and handed them to the iced tea: "This set of light armor and dagger are new models, and their defense and attack are stronger than the previous ones."

Iced Black Tea took the equipment and looked at it carefully. Although this set of light armor is rough in workmanship, it uses solid materials. The edge of the dagger is sharp and feels heavy in the hand. He nodded: "Yes, it's quite practical."

"That's right, the life players behind us have put in a lot of effort." The staff member smiled and said: "The quality is guaranteed and it's cheap. Come on, sign to make sure you have received the guild benefits."

I wrote my name on the iced tea as instructed, dressed neatly, thanked the staff, and hurried to the front line.

Time comes to night.

Standing on the outer flank of the front line, Iced Black Tea touched the corner of the new equipment and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Although this set of standard equipment looks rough in appearance, it is very exquisite and lightweight. It also has special enchantments that can reduce the sound he makes when moving. It matches his profession very well and is perfect for his next plan.

Detouring from the flank to the rear, he used the cover of night to reach the enemy's supply camp, walking between the tents like a wandering ghost.

The batman's logistics camp was surprisingly lax, with only a few guards dozing off.

It stands to reason that bat-men have strong hearing, but in fact, these bat-men are not real bat-men, they just look like bats.

It has a pair of thin fleshy wings and a face that looks like a mouse.

But they are really not bats, but a special extraterrestrial race with very good eyesight.

When sleeping, bat-men are actually more defenseless than humans.

"What a bunch of idiots, they dare to sleep like this on the battlefield." Iced Black Tea secretly mocked. He nimbly avoided the sporadic patrolling guards and went straight to the material storage area. Several carts filled with grain were lined up neatly, with bundles of weapons piled next to them.

A guard suddenly sneezed, and the ice tea's movements froze instantly. He waited until the other person fell asleep again before continuing his action. Take out the kerosene from the system backpack and pour it evenly on the supplies.

"Let you taste what it feels like to be hungry." He lit the torch. In the blink of an eye, tongues of fire engulfed most of the camp. Panic shouts came one after another.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the dagger of iced tea silently harvested lives. Several batmen who tried to put out the fire fell into a pool of blood before they could react.

"This is for that child." He slit the throat of the last enemy with a knife, and looked at the opponent's wide eyes, feeling a burst of joy in his heart.

The firelight turned half of the sky red, illuminating the ferocious face of Ice Black Tea. He stood on a high place, admiring his masterpiece, as if he wanted to carve this scene into his memory forever.

"This is just the beginning." He said softly, and his figure had disappeared into the night.

Iced Black Tea's personal strength was still too small. Although he successfully burned down a bunch of baggage, it was not even one percent of the amount compared to the enemy's huge logistical supplementary line.

But Batman still sends an elite team to hunt him down.

Although Binghongcha, as a professional thief, has strong reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance capabilities, and is also invisible, it should be difficult to be tracked.

But I don't know what special skills the bat-men have. The bat-men of this elite team used their flying advantage to bite behind the ice tea, and they were getting closer and closer.

Finally, they caught up with him.

Then, an electric spear fell from the air.

Iced Tea reacted quickly this time, and he barely dodged, but his hidden figure emerged from the translucent state.

A group of bat men holding spears descended from the sky and surrounded Ice Black Tea.

"It's you again!" The leading hairless batman looked at the iced black tea with a solemn look in his eyes: "I remember I killed you a few days ago, and now you are resurrected, so you are the so-called undead?"

This batman speaks the common language of the mainland. Although it is awkward, it is indeed the common language.

That is French.

Iced Black Tea looked around at the circle of bat-men. There were at least seventeen of them. He couldn't even defeat the hairless bat-man in front of him, let alone fight in a group.

Seeing that the other party could speak common language, he immediately turned on the video recording function.

"So what?" Iced Black Tea looked at him with an unruly look on his face.

"I have killed many people like you." Batman laughed: "You should remember my name, Cook."

"Then what, does it make sense?"

The hairless batman Cook smiled and said: "Of course, cooperate with us. Although you undead people will not die, you will still suffer and even weaken if you are killed. We have found your weaknesses. As long as you spend some time, I’ll kill you a few more times, and when you get weaker, I’ll rush you to another place and it will be easy to imprison you.”

Iced Tea snorted.

"You can be our war slaves...you have the qualifications." Cook raised his chin slightly, showing a condescending smile: "This is our gift to you immortals."

"Go to hell, you idiot."

Iced Tea laughed disdainfully, then grabbed the small dagger and rushed over.

Two hours later, he went out again at the resurrection point at the guild's headquarters.

When I opened the system interface, I saw that it had changed from LV9 to LV8. (End of chapter)