Chapter 1158 Internal Strife Among Players

"Hades?" Hadi couldn't help laughing: "This name is synonymous with Hades in our place."

In fact, the four goddesses all know Hadi's origins, and they also have a certain understanding of the world where Hadi originally lived.

So it's hard to say whether she deliberately gave this name.

"Isn't that better?" Neferti blinked her beautiful eyes, "The Queen of the Underworld and Hades, how well they match."

The case was closed immediately, just on purpose.

Hadi shook his head, and the cold personality of Hades seemed to be collapsing. But looking at the vast land in front of him, he had to admit that this was indeed a good way out.

The starry underworld is completely different from his other demon world. There is no smell of sulfur, no fire, and no demons. Deep purple moss covers the ground, and in the distance are rolling mountains, dotted with countless firefly-like soul lights.

Occasionally, a few rays of light flash and disappear, which are souls whose "lifespan" has reached the end. They are as brilliant as meteors, but they also blend into this land when they are dim.

"If we really lose, how many people can this place accommodate?"

"Twenty or thirty million is enough." Neferti pointed to a dense area of ​​light in the distance: "See there? That's the first city we built, and many souls have settled there. They will help newcomers adapt to life here."

Can it only accommodate twenty or thirty million?

Yes, this place is very desolate, and this number even feels a bit overestimated.

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

"Of course, I am very competent." Nephthy proudly raised his head: "But don't think about moving in so soon, we still have a lot of things to do."

"For example?"

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

"What about those souls?" Hadi ignored Nephthy's "teasing" and looked at the dense light spots in the distance, "Will they be affected when the sun appears?"

"This is simple." Nephthy pointed to the ground, "There is still a lot of space underground, and they can live there. And the souls themselves like dark environments, which is more suitable for them."

"I see." Hadi nodded, this is indeed a good arrangement.

"You look much more relaxed now." Nephthy leaned on Hadi's shoulder, "If you are tired in the future, come here to rest. There is always a place for you here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the God of the Underworld." Hadi smiled and rubbed her hair.

"I've already said I'm your daughter." Nephthys' face was cold, but there was a smile in her eyes: "I know you'll let me call you that one day."

Hadi smiled awkwardly.

The two chatted a lot more, from the changes in the God Realm to the situation in the present world, from past memories to future plans. After a long time, Nephthys reluctantly teleported Hadi back.

"I'll find time to come to you next time." Before leaving, Nephthys kissed Hadi gently on the face.

Nephthys' divine power enveloped Hadi, and the world spun around. He felt like he was thrown into a huge whirlpool, and the surrounding scenery spun rapidly, turning into a blur of light and shadow.

But this dizziness was not uncomfortable, but rather a hint of warmth. It was like a baby being gently rocked by his 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 beside him. Nephthys' divine power had left, leaving only a hint of warmth.

Black cat Erica just sat up rubbing her eyes. She blushed when she saw Hadi, but whispered, "I, I seemed to have had a dream just now..."

"What dream was it?" Hadi walked over and hugged her gently.

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

"That's not a dream." Hadi put his hands down and hugged her waist openly.

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

Two hours later, Hadi came out of the Hades Temple and returned to the study to handle government affairs. Not long after he sat down, Tiana pushed the door in. She was wearing a dark blue dress today, outlining her perfect curves, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps.

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

"What did they say?"

"They said that I used the name of cleaning up the Stonemasons to eliminate dissidents." Tiana sighed, "In fact, I am not sure whether these people are really related to the Stonemasons. Are the detection capabilities and accuracy of those booklets and alchemical equipment really 100%?"

"Do you think they are innocent?"

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

Hadi stood up and walked to Tiana: "Do you know why I let you take charge of this matter?"

"Why?"

"Because you have empathy." Hardy looked at her: "You will be responsible 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 this is an extraordinary period." Hadi's tone became serious: "It is better to kill ten people by mistake than to let one go. This is not cruel, but responsible for others. If you don't want to do it, let me do it."

Tiana was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed: "If Petra hears you say this, she will definitely say that you are too tired."

"So don't tell her."

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

After that, Tiana glanced at Hadi coquettishly.

After that, she sat in Hadi's arms.

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Iced 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. Who can bear to lose 30% experience for every death? We fight hard on the front line just to make the official disgust us?"

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

"Let them die, it's just a game after all."

"You are too cold-blooded, right? Those NPCs also have feelings."

Ice Tea silently flipped through the chat records. On one side are the pro-war faction, insisting on defending the front line; on the other side are those who advocate retreat, thinking that it is unnecessary to sacrifice their own levels for the NPCs in the game.

He thought of the little boy nailed to the stake, and felt a little nauseous again, while the quarrel in the guild chat channel continued:

"You cowards, you only know how to hide in the back and be turtles! What guerrilla warfare, it's all bullshit."

"If you can do it, come on, drop ten levels first and show me?"

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

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

Ice Tea closed the chat interface. He knew that this argument would not have any result.

This was not only a disagreement in their guild, but also a disagreement among tens of thousands of players on the entire front line.

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

He opened his backpack and looked at the few pieces of equipment left in it. This time, he died, not only would his level drop, but he would also lose his equipment, and he didn't have much game currency left.

"Forget it, let's go to the president to ask for new equipment first." He said to himself, "At least I have to get all the equipment before I can continue to fight."

Bing Hongcha dragged his tired steps to the front-line station of the guild.

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

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"Again?" The logistics player responsible for distributing equipment saw him and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"No way, it's a battle." Bing Hongcha shrugged, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

The staff took out several pieces of equipment quickly and handed them to Bing Hongcha: "This set of light armor and dagger are new models, and the defense and attack are stronger than before."

Bing Hongcha took the equipment and looked at it carefully. Although the workmanship of this set of light armor is rough, the materials are solid. The blade of the dagger is sharp and it feels heavy in the hand. He nodded: "Not bad, it's quite practical."

"That's right, the life players in our rear have put a lot of effort." The staff smiled and said: "The quality is guaranteed, and it's cheap. Come, sign to confirm that you have received the guild benefits."

Bing Hongcha wrote his name as he said, dressed neatly, thanked the staff, and hurried to the front line.

Time came to night.

Standing on the flank of the front line, Bing Hongcha touched the corners of the new equipment and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Although this set of standard equipment looks rough, it is very exquisite and light, and has special enchantments that can reduce the sound he makes when moving. It is very suitable for his profession and his next plan.

From the flank to the rear, he came to the enemy's baggage camp under the cover of night, and walked between tents like a wandering soul.

The logistics camp of the bat people was unexpectedly lax, with only a few guards dozing off.

In theory, the bat people have strong hearing, but in fact, these bat people are not real bat people, they just look like bats.

There is a pair of thin flesh wings and the face looks like a mouse.

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

Bat people who fall asleep are actually less defensive than humans.

"What a bunch of idiots, they dare to sleep so soundly on the battlefield." Bing Hongcha mocked himself. He easily avoided the sporadic patrolling guards and went straight to the material storage. Several carts full of food were neatly arranged, and bundles of weapons were piled next to them.

A guard suddenly sneezed, and Bing Hongcha's movements froze instantly. He waited until the other party fell asleep again before he continued to move. He took out kerosene from the system backpack and sprinkled it evenly on the supplies.

"Let you taste the taste of hunger." He lit the torch. In a blink of an eye, the flames engulfed most of the camp. Panic shouts came one after another.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Bing Hongcha's dagger silently harvested lives. Several batmen who wanted to put out the fire fell in a pool of blood before they could react.

"This is for the child." He cut the throat of the last enemy with a knife, looked at the other's wide eyes, and felt a surge of pleasure in his heart.

The firelight illuminated half of the sky, illuminating Bing Hongcha's ferocious face. He stood on a high place, admiring his masterpiece, as if he wanted to engrave this scene into his memory forever.

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

Bing Hongcha's personal strength was still too small. Although he successfully burned a batch of baggage, it was not even one percent of the enemy's huge logistics line.

But the bat man still sent an elite team to hunt him down.

Although Bing Hongcha, as a thief, has strong reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance capabilities and can be invisible, it is reasonable to be difficult to track him.

But I don't know what special skills the bat man has. The bat man of this elite team, using the advantage of flying, has been biting behind Bing Hongcha, and getting closer and closer.

Finally, they caught up with him.

Then, an electric spear stabbed down from the air.

Bing Hongcha reacted quickly this time, and he barely dodged it, but his hidden figure also appeared from the translucent state.

A group of bat people holding spears descended from the sky and surrounded Bing Hongcha.

"It's you again!" The leading hairless bat man looked at Bing Hongcha with a serious 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 bat man spoke the common language of the continent. Although it was awkward, it was indeed a common language.

That is, French.

Bing Hongcha looked at the circle of bat people around him, at least seventeen of them. He couldn't even beat the hairless bat man in front of him, let alone a group fight.

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

"So what?" Bing Hongcha looked at him with a defiant look on his face.

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

"Then what? Is it meaningful?"

The hairless bat man Cook laughed: "Of course, cooperate with us. Although you undead people will not die, you will still feel pain and even weaken if you are killed. We have found your weaknesses. As long as we spend some time and kill you a few more times, when you become weaker, we can easily imprison you in a place."

Ice Tea snorted.

"You can be our war slaves... You are qualified." Cook raised his chin slightly and showed a condescending smile: "This is our gift to you undead people."

"Go to hell, stupid B."

Ice Tea laughed disdainfully, then clenched the small dagger and rushed over.

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

Opening the system interface, it turned from LV9 to LV8. (End of this chapter)