[Server Announcent:
Dear minions of the Lord Demon King, the corruption of Chaos is brewing on the B4 level of the maze, and battle is about to comnce! All participating players, please rush to the target area to assemble and prepare for an intensely thrilling battlefield! Victors will receive a handso reward of Contribution Value and Joss Paper, and those with outstanding performances might even win the favor of the Lord Demon King!
This battle is unlike any before. We will temporarily join forces with our enemies to drive out the forces of Chaos, even more despicable than those of Saint Sis!
Therefore, we will temporarily add friendly unit markers to our erstwhile enemies. Please be careful not to harm your allies!
Wishing everyone a delightful gaming experience!
—Planner Youyou.
]
In the B3 level of the maze, Iron Teeth City.
Yiye Zhiqu, who had received the server announcent, was waiting for the petite Mole People master to add Netherworld Language to his armor.
Sitting on a stool next to him, Hu Wan was the first to show a surprised expression and muttered,
"A faction battle? On B4? Has anyone been there?"
The Minotaur warrior scratched the back of his head and said uncertainly,
"Maybe the Demon King went first?"
The NPCs in this ga seem to be suspiciously diligent.
In addition to progressing through the main storyline on their own, they also open up new maps. If players are even a little slow, they don't even get the chance to skip.
"Interesting... Chaos? Looking at the server-wide announcent, it seems like we're joining forces with the surface forces again?" Yiye Zhiqu stroked his chin, the soul fire in his skull flickering with interest, "It seems sothing big really is happening on B4."
Hu Wan said subtly,
"Rare for you to speak such uninformative nonsense."
Yiye Zhiqu replied with a laugh,
"Haha, after all, we have too little information. Anyway, we'll know when we go there... Speaking of which, we don't even know what B4 looks like, and there's nothing about it on the official website."
Just as his words fell, the Mole People master finally finished his tinkering with a ding and clanging, kicking the breastplate liner and exclaiming sharply,
"Done! Next, next!"
"Thanks."
Yiye Zhiqu picked up the breastplate liner from the table and slotted it into the steel rings around his ribs, securing the leather buckle.
The chest armor, made both lighter and more durable through hardening, was now even sturdier and lighter than before. The only downside was that it would reduce his MP recovery rate per second.
Yiye Zhiqu surmised that this kind of Netherworld script must continuously consu spiritual power, and wearing too much could probably reduce MP every second.
Both MP recovery rate and total amount were related to spiritual power.
It seems that even warrior classes would need to consciously train their spiritual power attribute to reach higher levels of strength.
"My dagger is ready too, let's prepare to leave," Hu Wan picked up a dagger from the workbench that was emanating a Netherworld sheen.
He had added the attributes [Unhealing], [Sharp], and [Windbreak].
The forr strictly speaking was a "curse," while the latter two were "statuses." Their strength and effects were unknown and could only be determined through testing.
Furthermore, the settings for the attributes would only trigger when the dagger was drawn from its sheath, so there would be no increase in spiritual power burden when the dagger was sheathed.
It could be said to be very suitable for burst players with weak spiritual power.
"Yeah, ready to go," Yiye Zhiqu nodded and turned to the Minotaur warrior beside him, "Call Pighead over to assemble. By the way, where did he go?"
The Minotaur warrior, getting up from his stool, looked puzzled,
"I don't know. I saw him just now standing with Brother Yi, and then he disappeared. Wait here for , I'll go look for that idiot—"
Before he could finish, a commotion ca from a nearby trash heap, where a strangely designed robot was emitting a familiar eerie laugh.
"Damn! I feel mighty powerful right now!"
To be precise, it wasn't a robot, but it resembled a lizard more than a human.
Heavy tal plates hung in front of it, and modified gear structures pieced together at the joints. A helt made from a cast-iron pot covered its face.
Scavenged scraps armored it from toes to teeth!
On its left arm was a pipe turned into a Netherworld Short Cannon, while its right arm connected to a folding mantis blade. The broad chest plate bore a fierce [Explosive] character—not an inscription per se, but ant to intimidate those who knew a little about "Lin's Inscriptions" but didn't fully understand.
Of course, it wouldn't be surprising if the exoskeleton actually had a self-destruct function.
After all, this was a piece from the aforentioned Chemical Vat gentleman, so even if there were two kilograms of explosives as padding inside the chest plate, nobody would be surprised.
"Isn't it just?" A crafty skeleton soldier stood by its side, chuckling weirdly, "This is the crystallization of wisdom from our Seeking Group! I dub it—Mr. Mighty Number One! Currently, this exoskeleton is the only one of its kind in the universe; you just enjoy it!"
The Magic Workshop had sohow upgraded to the Seeking Group.
But Yiye Zhiqu felt that wasn't the point.
As for the real point, it seems Pighead had already realized…
"Aweso, aweso! You're my real dad! Wait, bro, how do I take this thing off?!" He had been AFK for quite a while, and upon logging back in he felt an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom, growing stronger with each passing mont.
The Chemical Vat gentleman chuckled,
"You can't take it off, hehe... Did you forget I used the Netherworld Welding Technique when I suited you up? The sparks were flying high. I assure you, you could break it, and it still wouldn't co off!"
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