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Chapter 2202 Orc Curse Chapter 64
In the dimly lit underground tunnel, miners' lamps hung on the walls, but they were far less bright than the glow of the flowing red river of blood.

The deep red light almost filled the entire underground tunnel, making it look like the blood vessels of some giant creature.

The red river of blood churned and bubbled, each burst of bubbles like a wondrous pulse, accompanied by the faint growls of wild beasts.

In this bizarre scene, enough to terrify anyone and induce nightmare-like hallucinations, a group of people were chatting idly, talking about everyday things, and occasionally rolling their eyes.

In an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, those seemingly normal actions are what truly reveal evil.

They are Azazel players who see the world as a catastrophe, taking pleasure in venting their violence and committing crimes, playing the most terrifying things in the world like a game.

Digging a secret tunnel underground to extract blood from the river is just the least noteworthy thing among them.

"Shift change, time to feed them."

One of the men rolled his eyes back, and in a relaxed tone, he chatted and laughed with the person next to him as he approached the underground blood river. He used a long metal spoon to scoop a spoonful of blood from the river, and then, as if showing off his skills, he poured the spoonful of evil god's blood into a straight line into the sieve.

After several failures, they figured out the exact amount of blood needed to keep the evil god in check, and now it's all become a standardized process.

While such mechanical, routine work is certainly tedious, people who do bad things, regardless of the animal, are exceptionally patient.

After retrieving the three jugs of the evil god's blood, the Azazel players, in twos and threes, walked arm in arm into the deeper part of the tunnel.

In less than an hour, they took turns digging out the evil nest, and they felt quite accomplished. Of course, what they were even more accomplished about was what would hatch inside the nest.

Before they got close to their destination, they habitually turned off their sense of smell, otherwise their noses would suffer.

A few steps forward led to what they called the breeding ground, where deformed monsters fought and devoured each other, accompanied by occasional joyful roars.

The group walked to the edge as if it were a routine, poured out the three jugs of evil god's blood, and the dark red, viscous blood flowed down the rock wall.

Although it was natural water flowing downwards, the viscous texture of the evil god's blood made it seem like a clump of liquid creature climbing up.

The scent of the evil god's blood instantly drew the attention of all the monsters in the breeding grounds, their saliva dripping down. They were extremely eager for it, but not a single monster dared to approach.

A new round of fighting suddenly broke out. The monsters tore apart the weakest one, leaving it barely alive, and then threw it toward the Blood of the Evil God.

One wasn't enough, so they kept picking them up until they piled up into a small mountain of broken limbs and remains.

The feed yard fell silent. Suddenly, a heartbeat came from the mountain of flesh. Pieces of remains were pieced together again by the stretching threads of the evil god's blood. The monsters were forcibly resurrected by the evil god's blood when they were on their last breath.

But this resurrection is worse than death. The blood of the evil god doesn't care who it is; it invades and connects with the body, as long as there is a container.

Even the most depraved and insane monsters let out painful howls at this moment, but to the other monsters, these howls were a signal to start the meal.

The meal has begun.

"Whether you come into direct contact with the blood of the evil god or drink it, it will kill them. You won't get any materials or even experience points. But by filtering it this way and reducing the toxicity of the blood of the evil god, the monsters can gain some of the power from it."

"But the upper limit that each individual can endure seems to be different. Look, that one has reached its limit and lost its form."

"Oh! The grand prize! Did you see that thing drop something after it dies?!" The players of Azazel looked at the scene before them and said in a rather casual tone, some even throwing things in to encourage the monster.

Players with sharp eyes who spotted the dropped items immediately tried to grab them, but before they knew it, they were grabbed by the monsters below, torn to shreds, and then reluctantly resurrected.

Throughout the entire process, the players remained calm and composed, as if nothing was strange about it, which was indeed a very common occurrence for them.

To efficiently farm materials, special gathering points are established where monsters are piled up together.

Monsters that survive being corrupted by the blood of the evil god but whose names are altered will drop extremely rare materials, which are first-hand derivative materials from the LV500 Titan Evil God.

Moreover, the stronger the monster, the stronger the derivative materials it drops. Sometimes, it will even drop weapon blanks, which are materials that can be used as weapons naturally.

They were incredibly excited when they thought of the promise Muta had made to them that the game would be a huge hit, because a huge hit meant a market for trading materials.

This is also why they are so patient; this is the only way they have discovered to use the blood of the evil god. With the blood of the evil god, they can build countless treasure troves like this breeding ground.

This breeding ground has other uses, and the main monsters are red orcs from the orc region, I think they are called something like "Kong Shi". The other monsters are just supporting characters.

Even after the blood of the evil god is filtered, ordinary monsters are prone to losing control and their form. However, this ghoul beastman is quite stable, like a madman who has gone too far and can no longer be seduced by any power other than what he is addicted to.

The other monsters were all forcibly thrown down by them, but the ghoul beastmen were the complete opposite; they jumped down voluntarily, and now the majority of those remaining are ghoul beastmen.

Of course, the highest drop rate for materials is also from the Orcs.

“I say, is that thing going to work out?” someone asked.

"They say they'll rely on the special individuals cultivated here to fight some great beast god, but the ghoul beastmen... are quite weak, at least for now."

"who knows."

The others shrugged indifferently, their eyes fixed on the breeding grounds. With more materials falling, they were eager to try their luck, but after thinking about it, they gave up.

It's too difficult. Only Muta and a few others can go in, take what they want, and then leave unscathed.

They sighed regretfully as they watched the materials being eaten or used by the ghouls.

"This breeding pond is poorly constructed and completely inconvenient for collecting materials."

"That's right, it's so inconvenient."

"That material looks really impressive."

They muttered to themselves, seemingly deep in thought and eager to act. Little did they know, Muta was standing behind them, watching them.

He glanced at it only a few times, then turned away with a silent smile.

"Of course, that's impossible."

(End of this chapter)