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

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

So it's hard to say whether she chose this name on purpose.

"Isn't that better?" Neferti blinked her beautiful eyes. "The Queen of the Underworld and the King of the Underworld are such a perfect match."

The case was closed immediately; it was intentional.

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

The starlit underworld was completely different from his other demonic world. There was no smell of sulfur, no fire, and no demons. Deep purple moss covered the ground, and in the distance were rolling mountains dotted with countless firefly-like soul lights.

Occasionally, a few rays of light flashed and disappeared, they were souls whose "lifespan" had reached the end. They were as brilliant as shooting stars, but when they faded, they merged into the land.

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

"Twenty to thirty million is enough." Nefertiti pointed to a densely lit area in the distance and said, "Do you see that? That's the first city we built. Many souls have already settled there. They will help the newcomers adapt to life here."

Can it only accommodate 20 or 30 million?
Yes, this place is very desolate, and this number may even be overestimated.

"So you started preparing a long time ago." Hardy asked.

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

"for example?"

"For example..." Nefertiti suddenly leaned closer and whispered in Hadi's ear: "Teach you how to be a competent Hades."

"What about those souls?" Hadi ignored Nave's teasing. He looked at the dense dots of light in the distance and asked, "Will they be affected after the sunlight appears?"

"That's easy." Neferti pointed to the ground. "There's still a lot of space underground, and they can live there when the time comes. And souls like dark environments, which is more suitable for them."

"I see." Hardy nodded. This was indeed a good arrangement.

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

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hardy smiled and rubbed her hair.

"I've already told you that I'm your daughter." Nafu's face was cold, but there was a smile in her eyes: "I know you'll let me call you that one day at some point."

Hadi smiled awkwardly.

The two chatted for a long time, from the changes in the God Realm to the situation in the human world, from past memories to future plans. After a long time, Nefertiti reluctantly sent Hadi back.

"I'll find time to come see you next time." Before leaving, Nefertiti gave Hadi a gentle kiss on the face.

Nefertiti's divine power enveloped Hadi, and the world spun around him. He felt as if he had been thrown into a huge whirlpool, and the scenery around him spun rapidly, turning into a blur of light and shadow.

But this dizziness was not uncomfortable, but rather a little warm, like a baby being gently rocked by its 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. Neferti's power had left, leaving only a trace of warmth.

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

"What was the dream?" Hardy walked over and hugged her gently.

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

"That was not a dream." Hardy put his hands down and embraced her slender waist.

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

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 signed a petition accusing me of abusing my power."

"What did they say?"

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

"You think they are innocent?"

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

Hadi stood up and walked to Tiana: "Do you know why I put you in charge of this?"

"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 have to understand that this is an extraordinary period." Hardy'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 are unwilling to do it, let me do it instead."

Tiana was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "If Petra heard you say this, she would 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 saying that, Tiana gave Hardy a coquettish look.

After that, she sat in Hardy's arms.

…………

Bing Hongcha walked out of the resurrection point, opened the system interface, and watched the argument in the guild channel become more and more intense.

"This is not a joke. Who can bear to lose 30% of experience for each death? We fight to the death on the front line, just to make the officials disgusted with us?"

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

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

"You are being too cold-blooded, aren't you? Those NPCs also have feelings."

Bing Hongcha silently flipped through the chat logs. On one side were the pro-war faction, insisting on defending the front line to the death; on the other side were the pro-retreat faction, believing that it was unnecessary to sacrifice one's own level for the sake of the NPCs in the game.

He thought of the little boy nailed to the stake and felt a little sick again. The quarrel in the guild chat channel continued: "You cowards, you only know how to hide in the back like turtles! What guerrilla warfare? It's all bullshit."

"If you can do it, go ahead and drop ten levels for me to see?"

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

"If you are afraid of death, then don't play. Go back to your farming game."

Bing Hongcha closed the chat interface. He knew that this argument would lead to nothing.

This is not only a disagreement within 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 one thing: human nature is never black and white. Those who choose to retreat are not necessarily cold-blooded; those who insist on fighting are not necessarily noble.

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

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

Bing Hongcha dragged his tired steps to the guild's front-line base.

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

"Here we go again?" The logistics player in charge of distributing equipment couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he saw him.

"There's nothing we can do, we have to fight." Bing Hongcha shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

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

Bing Hongcha took the equipment and looked at it carefully. Although the workmanship of this light armor was rough, the material was solid. The blade of the dagger was sharp and felt quite heavy in the hand. He nodded: "Not bad, quite practical."

"That's right. Our players have put a lot of effort into supporting us." The staff member 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 instructed, dressed neatly, thanked the staff, and hurried to the front line.

Time comes to night.

Standing on the flank of the front line, Bing Hongcha touched the corners of his new equipment and raised a sneer. Although this set of standard equipment looked rough on the outside, it was very exquisite and light, and it also had special enchantments that could reduce the noise he made when moving. It was very compatible with his profession and was perfect for his next plan.

Going around the flank to the rear, he took advantage of the cover of night to reach the enemy's baggage camp and moved between the tents like a wandering soul.

The Batman's logistics camp was unexpectedly lax, with only a few guards dozing off.

Logically speaking, bat people have very strong hearing, but in reality, these bat people are not real bat people, they just look like bats.

It has a pair of thin fleshy wings and a face that looks like a mouse.

But they are not really bats, but a special race of outsiders with excellent eyesight.

Bat-man is actually even less defensive than humans when he is asleep.

"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 supply storage area. 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 drowsy again before continuing. He took out kerosene from the system backpack and sprinkled it evenly on the supplies.

"I'll let you taste the feeling 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 bat men 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-open eyes, and felt a surge of satisfaction 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 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 logistical supply line.

But Batman still sent an elite team to hunt him down.

Although Bing Hongcha is a thief with strong reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance capabilities and can also be invisible, it should be difficult for him to be tracked.

But no one knew what special skills the bat people had. This elite team of bat people took advantage of their flying ability and kept following Bing Hongcha, getting closer and closer.

Finally, they caught up with him.

Then, a spear of electricity stabbed down from the air.

Bing Hongcha reacted quickly this time and barely dodged it, but his hidden figure was revealed from his translucent state.

A group of bat people holding spears descended from the air and surrounded Bing Black Tea.

"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 speaks the common language of the continent. Even though it sounds awkward, it is indeed the 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've killed a lot of people like you." Batman laughed: "You should remember my name, Cook."

"And then, does it make sense?"

The hairless bat man Cook smiled and said, "Of course, cooperate with us. Although you immortals won't die, you will still feel pain and even weaken if you are killed. We have found your weakness. We just need to spend some time and kill you a few more times. When you become weaker, we can rush to a place and imprison you easily."

Ice Tea snorted.

"You can be our war slaves... You are qualified." Cook raised his chin slightly and smiled condescendingly: "This is our gift to you undead."

"Go to hell, you idiot."

Bing Hongcha laughed disdainfully, then clenched the small dagger and rushed forward.

Two hours later, he reappeared at the resurrection point of the guild headquarters.

When I opened the system interface, I saw that it had changed from LV9 to LV8. (End of this chapter)