Evil God? My servants are players!

But when Veronica opened the door, she saw nothing but a black sphere floating in mid-air, which only made her feel even more nauseous.

The laboratory was in complete disarray, and the Earl was nowhere to be seen.

But the faint breathing made Veronica aware of the presence of another person.

"Come out, I know you're here," Veronica said, drawing her weapon defensively.

"Veronica...Vironica..."

Veronica looked in the direction of the sound and saw a puddle of creature on the ground.

Although she didn't know what the creature in front of her was, Veronica had already guessed its identity.

Before opening the door, Veronica envisioned various outcomes, including killing the Count herself or being killed by him.

But she never imagined things would turn out this way.

As Veronica looked at the pile of meat, the count seemed to experience a sudden surge of energy before death, and was able to speak again.

"Veronica, I'm sorry..." Just when Veronica thought he would repent, the count spoke again in a sharp and sarcastic tone.

"Damn it! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be dead!"

"Veronica, my dear daughter..."

"Damn bastard! If it weren't for giving birth to you, she wouldn't be so weak!"

"Veronica, forgive me..."

"Hahaha! Everyone! Even those things from the dungeons! They're all sacrifices!!!"

"Veronica, you've come..."

"Turns out, the stuff from the dungeons is the best source material!!!"

"Veronica..."

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

Faced with the utterly insane count, Veronica stood there helplessly, like a child who had made a mistake.

But when she looked up and saw Hamlet, she gripped her sword tighter.

Although it is unknown what kind of ritual the count is performing, as long as the person initiating the ritual is killed, the ritual will naturally fall apart on its own.

Veronica then slowly walked up to the Count and gently raised the sword in her hand.

"Goodbye, Father..."

The sword tip plunged downwards, unleashing a torrent of holy light, seemingly attempting to purify the count's soul.

But the dying count did not let out a final wail; instead, he said with unusual calm:

"The ceremony is complete... The last piece of the puzzle was myself..."

After the count finished speaking his last words, a breeze stirred in the sealed laboratory.

Then, before Veronica could react, the Count, who had already turned into liquid flesh, was pulled by an inexplicable suction force towards the spinning core of pollution.

The Count's flesh and blood evenly covered the surface of the contaminated core, which began to rotate at high speed, but the Count's facial features became clearer and clearer.

The facial features, which were originally scattered in various places, gradually returned to their correct positions.

The count's face also appeared prominently on the core of the contamination.

The moment the face took shape, the core of pollution also stopped rotating.

Just as Veronica was filled with doubt, the contaminated core opened its mouth towards her.

"ah!!!!!!!"

With a pitiful scream, a laser pierced through Veronica's body, nearly killing her.

Then the cries from the core of pollution grew louder and louder, and another laser shot into the sky, rushing upwards with the force to tear the heavens apart.

But strangely, the laser in the sky did not shoot upwards as expected.

At some unknown point, the laser suddenly stopped, as if it had been shot into some unknown place.

The intense laser treatment did not last long.

After releasing the accumulated energy, the pollution core fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.

Veronica leaned against the wall, clutching the huge hole in her abdomen.

She endured the pain while trying to heal herself, but her injuries were too severe, and the wounds couldn't be healed in a short time. Moreover, it seemed that there was an energy blocking the healing magic.

So, after the wound was sealed and the bleeding stopped, Veronica mustered her strength and tried to figure out what had just happened.

Veronica went to the window, opened it, and looked up at the sky, wanting to see where the laser had been shot and what consequences it had caused.

But when Veronica opened the window, she saw a scene she would never forget.

A black sun hung in the sky above the castle, but it did not resemble a sun radiating black light; rather, it looked more like a festering sore in time and space.

The black sun seemed to exist for a fleeting moment, yet it also seemed to have existed since time immemorial.

Veronica felt something was eroding her soul and body.

My blood is boiling, my internal organs are betraying me, and my eyeballs seem to want to detach from my body to embrace eternity.

Veronica is melting, literally melting, she's about to become like her father.

But it wasn't just Veronica; the entire town was affected by the Black Sun.

"Time's up...hehe..."

"Finally...hehe..."

"A miracle... has occurred... hehe..."

"Truly great...hehe..."

The guards remained standing stiffly in place, but they occasionally uttered some quiet words.

The Frost Adventurers stared blankly at the black sun over the castle.

Apart from the still-chattering soldiers and bewildered players, the entire town fell silent under the black sun, darkness and distortion enveloping the town.

But in the next moment, the whole town erupted in excitement again.

The houses in the town groaned in agony, and people's bodies betrayed their consciousness.

The trees are devouring the land, and the floor is moving.

At this moment, it seemed as if all logic in the world had lost its meaning, yet everything in the world seemed to have gained new meaning.

But the dark sun came and went quickly; it hung in the sky for only a moment before disappearing.

But the disappearance of the Black Sun does not mean that its effects will also disappear.

Numerous half-dead houses are dragging their bloated bodies and wriggling around.

Some of the townspeople have developed irreversible physical deformities.

The very few residents who wandered the town and were directly exposed to the black sun were turned into a pool of living flesh and blood.

The wails of all living and dead creatures filled the town of Hamlet.

The changes in the soldiers influenced by the count were even more horrifying; their bodies exploded after the black sun disappeared.

These soldiers and guards transformed into grotesque, twisted creatures.

These creatures have bizarre appearances and are covered with all sorts of useful and useless organs.

Some of the guards with mouths kept wailing like children, their cries sharp and painful.

These monsters are like chaotic egg cases, seemingly gestating even more twisted creatures; perhaps they could be called chaotic eggs.

The protective magic circle seemed to be distorted by the black sun; although the sun shone brightly outside the town, it became pitch black inside.

The entire town of Hamlet seemed to be plunged into eternal night.

Meanwhile, the slowly rotating core of pollution within the castle began to expand rapidly, transforming into a mindless monster.

The magnificent castle in Hamlet was instantly crushed by its massive body.

The enormous monster let out its first cry since its birth.

"Buzz~" This cry didn't sound like a living being; it sounded more like a roar from the void.