Evil God? My servants are players!

Led by the thief, the squad members jumped out of the window and rushed toward the gap in the guards' encirclement.

At this moment, a few guards have already appeared on the way of the Frost Adventurers.

The guards lined up, shields raised, trying to stop the Frost Adventurers from leaving.

But the soldiers charged and broke the guards' formation, allowing the other members to rush over as well.

After confirming that he had slightly shaken off the guards, Sasha pressed the thief for answers.

"What's going on? How can the bishop not be a bishop? Why are the guards arresting us? Or are you causing trouble behind our backs?"

She had many questions, but the thief couldn't answer many of them.

"To be honest, I don't know what happened either, but it's definitely not me causing trouble behind the scenes. Don't think of me as someone who doesn't know what's going on."

"I only know that the bishop is an imposter. But it's probably related to the local lord, since the bishop doesn't have the authority to mobilize the guards," the thief explained.

The soldier at the forefront, after swatting away a pursuer, said:

"So what do we do now?"

"What can we do? We can only hide in the dungeon for now."

The thief answered after firing a fan-shaped dagger, forcing back the pursuers.

"Didn't you say that was their stronghold? How could they hide there?" Sasha asked, puzzled.

"The town is entirely their territory, and there are guards everywhere on the city walls, so there's no way to escape."

"On the contrary, the interior of the Sien Dungeon is extremely vast, so it won't be easy for them to find us."

"Yeah, that's the only place we can go now," Sasha said, then called out to the other team members.

"Let's go to the dungeon!"

Then, the group of Ice Adventurers rushed into the dungeon.

During this time, in order to take care of the priest who was running slowly, the warrior simply carried her on his back.

Inside the castle in the center of town, Count Hamlet, who was conducting an experiment, seemed to sense something as well.

"So the bishop's side failed again? We wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate this destabilizing factor..."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. They can't cause any more trouble."

Then, the count stopped his experiment, took out his project plan, and muttered to himself as he marked it up:

"Sigh. I've suddenly become so forgetful lately. Why did I even do this? What's the purpose of this plan?"

After pondering for a long time, the Earl of Hamlet sighed:

"I forgot."

Then the Earl put a checkmark in front of the words "Frost Adventure Team".

On the plan, organizations such as the Church of Holy Light, the Guard, the City Hall, and the Thieves' Guild were all marked with checkmarks.

Clearly, these organizations are already in the Earl's possession.

On the plan, only the Adventurers' Guild was not yet checked off.

Then, the count tapped the table with his fingers and said to himself:

"The Adventurers' Guild is really troublesome. These guys are so disorganized."

"Huh? Those adventurers actually went to the dungeon? That's really asking for trouble."

"I don't even dare to send anyone down there. They're such arrogant fools."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. The top brass of Hamlet has basically been replaced; it's time to launch the big plan."

After saying this, the count pulled out a piece of parchment, intending to write something.

But the count suddenly stopped, clutching his chest as if he were suppressing something.

At this moment, the Earl's skin was surging, constantly contracting and expanding, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

The count quickly ran toward a tightly sealed box.

He shakily took out the key and opened the box.

It contained the excrement created by Shen Yuan, a fake pollution core.

The count cautiously extended his hand, his fingers transforming into twisted tentacles.

He used his tentacles to explore the core of the contamination, as if trying to scrape something off.

The Count's tentacles did indeed scrape off some fragments from the core of the contamination, and he put the scraped fragments, along with the tentacles, into his mouth.

The count greedily sucked the substance attached to his tentacles, as if it were the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Subsequently, the count's condition began to improve.

His body stopped trembling, and his skin stopped writhing.

The Earl let out a sigh of relief and picked up the parchment again to begin drafting a decree: Effective immediately, due to the emergence of an unknown plague, the town of Hamlet is to be completely locked down.

This is an internal statement. As for external statements?

The Earl of Hamlet wasn't called that for nothing; a large area around him was his territory.

Aside from the king, the Earl of Hamlet has no obligation to anyone.

Because the Earl of Hamlet had long indulged in debauchery, the king had long neglected this territory.

As for the covetousness of other nobles, this territory is quite desolate.

Apart from the underground city of Sien, there was nothing else; the only few mining areas were just barren iron or copper mines.

Before the full development of the Sien Dungeon, this earldom was quite prosperous.

But now the Earldom of Hamlet can only barely survive on the meager resources of the Sien Dungeon.

As the Earl of Hamlet was drafting the decree, the entire town of Hamlet began to function efficiently.

Although the decree has not yet been issued, the high-ranking officials of the city hall, the guards and other forces seem to have already received orders and have begun to prepare for the town's lockdown.

The whole town of Hamlet began to stir up trouble.

The adventurers trapped inside the city kept cursing the guards at the city gate, while the farmers trapped outside the city wanted to enter the city to sell their agricultural products.

The crowd protested at the entrance, but was quickly suppressed by the aggressive guards.

However, these things have nothing to do with the players who escaped to the dungeon or the Frost Adventurers.

The situation in the dungeon was somewhat delicate at this point.

The two generals, Heng and Ha, and the Frost Adventure Team stared at each other.

"Thief, what's going on? Why are those undead being chased by the guards?" Sasha nudged the thief beside her and asked.

"Didn't you say the undead and the local lords were in cahoots?"

"I don't know either. It's already pretty good that I could tell the bishop was fake," the thief said somewhat guiltily.

"What do we do now? Those spirits are staring right at us!!"

"Why don't we go ask them? They were chased here by the guards anyway."

After the soldier made a suggestion, he saw a woman carrying a half-trailer full of insurance.

"But I'm more curious why they're carrying a prostitute. Are they also trying to escape with her?"

The soldiers then put down the priest they were carrying.

"How could we possibly ask? They're high-ranking undead. If a fight breaks out, we won't get any benefit!" the thief objected.

"No, we can only ask them now. We know nothing right now, we're completely in the dark. They must know something."

Sasha said firmly.

"But, Vice Captain..." The thief tried to stop Sasha.

"No buts. The current situation doesn't allow it. Do you want to keep hiding in the dungeon forever?"