There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 584, 100% Black Stick
Arriving at the front lines, a busy transit station.

All sorts of things came together here, including these new recruits of the Salvation Army.

At this point, they can no longer be considered as reserves.

There was still a hint of confusion on his face.

The loud shouts of the mechanical mages had already begun.

"Get down, get down quickly!"

These bald men, each with huge dark circles under their eyes, looked like they hadn't had a proper rest for days.

Clutching the long gun in his hand, he hurriedly jumped off the train.

These magic rifles are currently just empty shells.

The most important crystals for converting magical energy are missing, as well as the newly issued white stones.

The white stone used for weapons is the most basic, one-time-use, high-density artificial magic stone made by diluting black soil and then firing it.

A shovelful of black soil can often yield a large basket of white stones.

Currently, in the black soil basin, a tall statue of a deity has been erected at regular intervals.

These statues are from the gods of the lost homeland.

on the whole.

The United City-State Management Committee of the Land of Hope, Survivors and Pioneers, Returnees.

They largely inherited Xiao Yang's pragmatism.

At least in the black soil basin, these statues were used as a type of Tesla tower.

After the statue is erected, a small area is mysteriously protected, and people can move around without worrying about it being contaminated or corroded.

Frankly speaking, burning this black soil into artificial magic stones might be a waste of resources.

Its essence is very high.

"The fat of the gods?"

Or perhaps it could be classified as a type of blood.

After all, they all leaked from "God".

In some churches, anything stained with the blood of God is worshipped as a sacred object.

And now.

In the Land of Hope, these things were being used, cartload after cartload, to refine magic stones.

Black soil basin.

One after another, statues of gods stand tall, some with pride, some with compassion, and some with tranquility, while from time to time, swollen, yellow lumps of flesh struggle to crawl out from the dark earth.

Simultaneously.

Workers waved their shovels and shouted commands, while massive magical machines rumbled behind them.

Um………….

This is a very disjointed picture.

But it's not surprising at all when placed in a rotting place.

"A towering pylon rises from the ground, flames engulf everything, steel, courage, and hammers fall heavily to the ground with a clanging sound, forging hope forward."

Such a scene is captivating.

Transit station.

The bald, steel-wielding mage, after the explosion, carefully attached himself to the steel train.

An expression of infatuation appeared on his face.

These guys' conditions are getting worse.

The officer in charge of receiving the new recruits arrived.

The shouts sounded like sheepdogs herding sheep.

They hurriedly formed a queue and followed closely behind.

Everything is going relatively smoothly here.

But on the other side...

This war was not only fought by the inhabitants of the Land of Hope.

The players have arrived.

A huge group, like they were leading sheep, cattle, or pigs.

In short, it was a densely packed group.

They were crammed into almost completely enclosed carriages with windows welded with iron bars, and were swarmed to the transfer station.

The staff of the United City-State Management Committee have dealt with the players far more often than usual.

These guys aren't exactly known for their good looks.

can only say.

"that's it."

In fact, the Salvation Army's leadership has been persistently requesting that players be removed from the official ranks.

These guys have so much energy and they're so good at creating drama.

Especially after most high-level players went to explore the stars.

I don't know who wrote the guide.

Joining the Salvation Army to coast through life and acquire new equipment and weapons has become the top choice for new players.

These gamers, just entering the waning phase of gaming, exude an incongruous sense of relaxed ease that's immediately recognizable. This, too, is a source of trouble.

But due to the existence of a certain great hero.

Such requests have consistently been denied.

They even assemble players into suicide squads, replenish their equipment and rewards all at once, and then send them on a special "Long Live" charge.

Applications that were accepted by most new players were also suppressed.

Yes.

New players themselves don't object to this.

Compared to long periods of stationing in exchange for equipment and rewards, they wouldn't mind dying quickly and receiving a one-time reward that protects their liver.

"At worst, I'll just give up my life!"

This is nothing to them.

Meanwhile, the Salvation Army generals, now commanding a large number of suicide squad members, can use their deaths to obtain clearer and more direct intelligence.

"This seems like a win-win situation?"

but…….

Xiao Yang didn't actually bring these guys here to play games.

Experiencing a brutal war might not necessarily be a bad thing for these guys.

It shows great care and effort.

As protectors of the Earth.

The tall guy from plane 33214.

Xiao Yang has put in a great deal of effort and care for his fellow villagers.

These guys always make his lips twitch involuntarily.

The officer in charge of receiving these guys seemed to understand what kind of group he was picking up.

He was unusually irritable.

He kept banging on the steel frame of the makeshift transfer station with the iron bar in his hand.

Amidst the clanging sounds.

A roar that made his face turn red.

"Line up! Line up! Do you hear me?!"

Amidst these shouts, most of the players sparsely gathered around, their clear yet foolish eyes fixed on the angry and irritable officer.

His expression froze upon seeing it.

Sometimes, after fighting for a long time and experiencing many life-and-death situations, when faced with such a gaze, one might inexplicably hesitate, feeling a sense of self-destruction and shame.

Sometimes it's really hard to know where these special chosen ones come from.

Hesitant is hard to describe.

But if I were to describe it...

"clean?"

This is probably the most fitting word.

Especially new players who joined after the Goddess and Xiao Yang reduced the game penalties for the receding tide game.

In the Land of Hope, among the "lost, returning, and pioneers," players with the ability to resurrect are seen as a special kind of chosen ones.

This kind of perception is not surprising.

After all, in the Land of Hope, people are not far from the gods.

Of course, not all selected individuals are like this.

Some of them are particularly difficult to evaluate.

A small group of stubborn individuals not only refused to join forces, but their gazes darted around restlessly.

With shifty eyes.

His hands weren't clean either.

For example, right now, a few guys who had just gotten off the train brazenly pulled out the large, protruding rivets from the train's exterior right in front of the officer in charge.

For robustness, the connecting rivets on these trains are indeed different, incorporating some abyssal demon metal, resulting in excellent resistance to deformation.

But this also gives it a more precious, twinkling appearance.

Since its release, its attrition rate has remained high, largely due to its inexplicable ability to attract players' attention.

As is well known, under certain circumstances, players' greed can surpass that of dragons.

Especially when it comes to rare, useless little things that possess a special kind of beauty.

Suddenly, some people's faces turned completely dark.

Then, someone else is about to suffer bad luck.

The black stick in the officer's hand was ordinary, but it was anything but ordinary.

"Blessed by City Lord Lena."

"Knock on the head, yes! Knock on the head!"

"The pain sensation given is 100%."

A problem occurred.

"Which guys don't have 100% pain sensitivity?"

(End of this chapter)