Evil God? My servants are players!

But the bishop paid no attention to his superior's actions. Instead, he stood there with a solemn expression, staring at the ashes on the ground.

The bishop did not choose to approach rashly, but instead stood still and waited.

Then, a portly man walked over.

"Speaker," the guard saluted respectfully.

But the speaker, like the bishop, paid no attention to the guards' behavior.

Instead, he walked straight to the ashes, picked some up with his hand, and then put them in his mouth.

But the speaker did not show any unusual behavior, and the "expected" situation did not occur.

It's clear that our evil god is frugal enough to have collected all the players' corpses.

Then, the Speaker waved his hand and said, "Continue investigating the adventurers! Just pretend nothing happened."

Then the speaker and the bishop left together, their actions and expressions completely synchronized.

As for why the Speaker returned? It can only be said that the Bishop is far more valuable than the Speaker, and risky tasks should be undertaken by lower-value units.

The two who left did not attempt to communicate, as if they were of one mind.

Inside the castle on the other side, the count was fiddling with a magic array; at this moment, the count was unrecognizable.

Thick tentacles burst out of the count's skin, waving and stretching wildly in mid-air.

But the count paid no attention to the tentacles; instead, he reverted to his old habit and kept muttering to himself:

"Ah~ everything went smoothly! Everything went smoothly! It really went so smoothly!"

"Never seen so clear! Hehehe! @#￥%&*"

"I won't let you reject me again! Wait for me! Wait for me! Wait for me!"

"Waiting for me? Waiting for what?!"

"I don't know anymore, it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that everyone is me! Hehehe!"

"No! Damn it! Something's coming out from below!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"&%￥#*@#& Undead!"

"Time! I need more time!!!"

But the next second, the mad count returned to normal, straightening his clothes that had been messed up by the tentacles.

"Why is it so messy? Where are the maids?!" The count frowned as he looked at his clothes.

At the count's call, another count pushed open the door and entered.

The count, who looked exactly like the count, was dressed as a maid.

The Countess Maid was gracefully adjusting the Count's clothes, but because of the tentacles' interference, she was unable to finish.

Then, the Countess Maid silently picked up a decorative sword and, without asking the Count, directly severed the tentacles on his body.

Now, the Countess Maid can properly tidy up the Count's clothes.

Soon the count looked at his 'neat' clothes with satisfaction, a tattered garment full of holes and bloodstains.

"Alright, you can leave now." The count waved his hand, dismissing the maid, the count.

The Countess Maid said nothing, but bowed and left, her demeanor mirroring that of the bishop.

The count, now back to "normal," covered his head, walked to his desk, and pulled out a pen to begin taking notes.

"My forgetfulness has been getting worse lately. Me? You? I've already forgotten when I last wrote anything down."

"However, the experiment is nearing its end, and all the ritual procedures have been verified."

"Now all we need to do is wait patiently."

"The town has been sealed off, so everyone can participate in the ceremony."

"To ensure sufficient numbers, even the most unruly adventurers have been successfully lured away. Hopefully, they won't cause any trouble before the ceremony officially begins."

"Even if we cause a mess, it doesn't matter. All the guards have been baptized and are now able to crush those reckless adventurers."

"However, although information was blocked, some news still leaked out. But there's no need to worry; given the empire's current state of decay, they won't be able to react in time."

"In addition, things in the underground city seem to be quite restless lately; their tentacles have already reached towards the surface."

"But who is He? I have a strange fondness for Him, and I really want to be by His side, but I always feel that there is a thick barrier between us."

"It's okay, we can do it after the ceremony...can do it? What was it again?"

"Yes, what was the point of all this?"

The count suddenly put down his pen at this point.

He frantically searched for something, and in an instant, pages of various books began to fly everywhere, making a complete mess of the entire desk.

But in the end, the count pulled out a magnificent parchment, on which was written, "Resurrect her! Resurrect your wife!"

The count stared silently at the parchment for a long time before muttering to himself:

"Why is there nothing written on this piece of paper? I remember it had something very important written on it!"

The count then casually tossed the parchment aside, and the tentacles grew back. He resumed his frenzied experiments.

Meanwhile, the Frost Adventurers were also well-prepared. Sasha, the warrior, and the rogue were all disguised and queuing at the dungeon entrance.

The thieves were very well disguised, and the three of them easily passed the guards' check.

After confirming that no one was around, the thief led the two into a dark corner.

"Remember your missions, and we'll meet again at the tavern!" the thief instructed.

"And the first person to arrive at the tavern must confirm its safety. If it is safe, remember to mark it with our team's mark."

After the thief's warning, the three of them went off to their respective destinations.

First is the soldier, whose task is the simplest; he only needs to go to the target location and check a marker.

This also shows that thieves are quite skilled at assigning tasks.

Following the map's directions, the soldiers quickly arrived at their destination, Mink Street.

The soldier had been here before, and in his memory, this was once a bustling street.

This is where the middle-class residents of Hamlet live—those who have a little money but not much money at all.

But at this moment, the entire street was deserted, and the doors and windows of the houses along the street were tightly closed.

Whispers could be heard from time to time, and eyes could be seen constantly peering through the closed windows.

It wasn't that everyone ran away; rather, after the Earl of Hamlet issued the lockdown order, everyone hid inside their houses and stopped coming out.

They either wanted to avoid danger or simply wait to die.

The soldier sighed and shook his head. Even he knew that this was not a long-term solution.

The town was completely sealed off, and even if the Earl of Hamlet didn't do anything strange, the entire town would suffer heavy casualties due to famine.

However, the warrior was powerless to do anything about it, and could only complete the task assigned by the thief.

So he pretended to be passing by and stole a glance at the place the thief had mentioned, under the flower bed at 13 Mink Street.

There was a bloody handprint on it, with a dagger drawn on it, exactly the same as the portrait shown by the thief.

If what the thief said is true, then the city has completely fallen.

For a moment, in the eyes of the warriors, Hamlet Town seemed to have become a man-eating monster, about to swallow the entire Frost Adventurers whole.

However, the warrior did not show any fear, after all, a strong heart is a necessity to become a warrior.

Then, the soldier calmly glanced at the city wall filled with guards and muttered:

"It seems we really can't get out. The entire town is under martial law, and no one can enter or leave."

The warrior then headed toward the tavern.

Meanwhile, Sasha's situation was not so good; she was currently in the Adventurers' Guild's hall.

Although the Adventurers' Hall was filled with many adventurers at the moment, there was not a single staff member present.

All the reception desks had signs that read "Temporarily Closed," and the adventurers were huddled together in small groups, chatting quietly.

This created an extremely oppressive atmosphere in the entire Adventurer's Hall, leaving Sasha feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do.

However, remembering her companion's instructions, Sasha still walked steadily inside.