After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Chapter 98 The Wonderful Use of Maids

The addition of the Puppeteer brought about a radical change to the initial exploration process.

The afternoon of the first day the girl was taken.

Despite the excruciating pain, she endured her discomfort and got out of bed, rubbing her face as she silently put on her dress.

After a quick wash, she went to her "workroom" and chose to work for An Xiao.

At night, An Xiao was like a beast, unleashing all the pent-up anger she had accumulated over the years onto her delicate body.

She had to wash the large bloodstains on the sheets herself.

Since she was a "slave," there were no rules for her to follow as other creatures.

Lilia pursed her lips, completed all the tasks one by one, and then unfolded her eight coffins in front of An Xiao. "The previous two puppets were damaged, and I haven't made any new ones recently, so there are only eight available."

She pointed to the open coffin lid behind her, "Four combat-type, two defensive-type, one exploration-type, and one support-type."

An Xiao sat in the main seat, listening to her detailed explanation.

A quick search using the Creation Gaze revealed that her combat puppets are almost entirely Frankenstein's monsters, primarily deep-sea creations. Four aquatic lizardmen, named "Azure Tide Hunters," are around level 37-39, stitched together from the spines of deep-sea fish, the venom glands of tidal jellyfish, and the claws of reef crabs. They are bizarrely shaped, but clearly formidable opponents.

The two defensive-type "Shattering Wave Shield Guardians" are level 40. In addition to the tower shield on the front, they also have a giant turtle shell on their backs, which can achieve the effect of dual defense in one body and can be fully utilized in narrow places.

The Exploration Puppet is a stitched-together monster made of bats and pigeons. It is not high-level, only LV20, but its body is also injected with the phosphorescence of fireflies, which can provide lighting and guidance at night.

An Xiao absolutely loved the last support-type puppet.

It's a "treasure chest monster".

"Lilia, can this be mass-produced?"

He pointed to the super container puppet, whose main body was constructed from camel skeletons, whose arms were engineered handling robotic arms, whose back was made of small cargo box panels from Stardust Harbor, and whose sides had eight storage animal skin bags hanging down, his eyes shining.

"Ah—as long as there are materials, that's enough. Master, aren't there many bone fragments? We can make a skeleton version."

Lilia said she could give it a try.

"very good."

An Xiao was very satisfied.

She felt that if she had these skills, she could use similar "camel puppets" to carry things back and forth in the arid desert when she was laying farmland.

This can greatly reduce the time and physical exhaustion caused by the eaglets' long-distance flights to transport supplies, while also saving manpower.

"Are there any readily available blueprints for irrigation?"

He looked at Lilia's "Puppet Spellbook" and was somewhat at a loss for where to begin, faced with its complex knowledge and "mechanics".

"If the master wants to cultivate wasteland, according to the logic of pack animals, I can try to find the bones of cattle and make a water-drawing puppet to moisten the soil."

In terms of effectiveness, the goal is to achieve automatic irrigation, drawing water from deep within rivers, and using pipes attached to the pipes to irrigate nearby areas.

Lilia obediently pondered, "Regarding the improvement of fertile soil, my master told me that the white bone worm has been resurrected, but it needs to be kept alive continuously, which is not very cost-effective."

Then I can make an identical puppet based on its structure; all I need to do is dissect and study it.

"Reasonable."

An Xiao nodded repeatedly, increasingly feeling that Lilia was capable of doing a lot more than she could.

"The transport puppets can be mass-produced, while the sorting puppets can be made from the bones of the swamp skeleton monkeys."

"In terms of logging, if there are precious metals, you can make bear golems for digging and logging, and bird golems with sickle-shaped farm tools for harvesting crops."

"Perfect."

In just one day.

An Xiao's biggest expansion needs were met by Lilia.

The fire has been extinguished, manpower has been saved, and labor has been freed up, so the nation-building plan can continue to move forward.

"In terms of productivity, I can make one simple puppet a day. Although it's not much, I can teach the method to people who have the talent in this area so that they can also contribute this part of the production capacity."

Lilia had a clear idea: "I'll take care of the complex puppets and the core steps."

"Alright."

An Xiao thought about it and decided that the agricultural puppets should be given higher priority than the guards and soldiers. After all, only by doing a good job in logistics could the needs of the front line be met.

As for the military, we'll rely on our resurrection magic to support it for now.

And the good news is that, with repeated casting of spells and life-extending incantations, Mana's creation rank shows signs of breaking through to LV8.

The upper limit may be raised again.

"Focus on making the puppets and don't worry about anything else. If you need anything, just tell me."

Unbeknownst to her, An Xiao had elevated Lilia's strategic value to a level completely inconsistent with her status as a "sex slave".

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Lilia's eyes as she softly replied, "Yes, Master. However, my productivity might be somewhat connected to the 'contract' within me—"

"What contact?" An Xiao frowned.

"As my master knows, I periodically develop a kind of infatuation with you under the effect of this contract."

She turned her face away and looked at the ground. "So if I continue to work in this state, I'm likely to become less efficient because my mind is wandering and I'm constantly thinking about you."

"?"

An Xiao stared at her and asked in a low voice, "Then what should we do?"

"Um----

Lilia pursed her lips and, in a barely audible voice, stated her request: "Please, Master, treat Lilia as you did last night—".

'

"Lilia will work hard and become a tool exclusively for her master."

'

An Xiao stood up.

He looked at her body with the same eyes one would use to examine a fallen woman, scrutinizing her wicked flesh from head to toe once more.

After a long time.

He turned and left the room, seemingly acquiescing.

While this southern region of Endedes was developing rapidly, at the same time, a major event was taking place on the riverbank of the Radel Jungle.

As dusk fell, the light dimmed.

The fish-men's corpses lay scattered all over the ground.

On the voyage ship, Prophet Ink Tide, supported by the battered murloc warrior Pegara, shouted to the raiders below.

"This is our ship! You shameless pirates, you occupy the Northwest Slope camp and now you want to steal my big ship!"

You are courting death!

His furious voice, delivered in a weak and feeble state, held no power whatsoever.

At this moment, only a few dozen fishmen remained on the ship, still struggling to hold on.

If they hadn't used those set-up magical cannons for defense, they would have been slaughtered by the uninvited guests below long ago.

In the middle of the riverbank, there stood a brand new team of adventurers.

There were eight people in total. The leader was wearing a white cloak and holding a broad, long sword inlaid with gems that shone with holy light.

He was eight feet tall, with a handsome face, wearing an elastic headband on his forehead, and had short hair. He looked like the core of a team.

Old Mochao knew that this was not an "adventurer" at all.

Instead, they are the latest forces from Galatin, a new generation of "quasi-heroes" who train specifically in the Radel Jungle!

"hehe."

The man chuckled softly, slung his greatsword over his shoulder, and said to a mature-looking man dressed as a paladin behind him, "Master, do these murlocs really have any value in improving my combat experience?"

"Hmm? Of course. Alwin, you've just been chosen by the Holy Stone and are in a crucial period of gaining experience, so don't be too ambitious."

The old knight cautioned, "The archbishop chose you from among thousands of candidates to receive baptism. Since you have been successfully recognized by this holy silver sword, you must hone its edge diligently. Before formally acknowledging its master, you must not show any sign of laziness!"

"Okay. I understand."

The hero named Alwin gave a perfunctory reply, but his expression was filled with impatience.

His current level is LV51.

They are among the most promising candidates of the new generation of heroes.

I came to Radel Jungle with the intention of taking a steady approach to conquer the "Harpy Nest," but according to the old knights' records, I single-handedly took on the entire stronghold!

To prove themselves, they were even more formidable than the dragoons of the Biryont Empire.

but.

Upon arrival, they discovered that the mountain stronghold had become the territory of the fishmen.

The fish-men were able to drive away the harpies and take over their nests.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't make much sense.

As a result, Arwen's leveling plan fell through, and the grand "one-man showdown at the Bird's Nest" project was also canceled.

In his rage, he chose to eliminate these chattering fish-people.

The reason given was that "the old prophet inside seems to be preparing to perform a ritual, because he is getting the fishmen to build an evil altar there."

Once a crime is pinned on their heads, they can start killing.

They're incredibly skilled.

Arwen chased after the murlocs from the northwest slope, killing them all. The high-ranking knights around level 55 behind him didn't participate in the battle at all, and his mentor Thranduil the Light watched from the sidelines without intervening.

At this moment, the merfolk clumsily maneuvered their cannons, firing their remaining shells at Alwyn.

This is practically the fishmen's last trump card.

Arwen sneered, raised his holy sword, and casually swung it in front of him, creating a spatial rift with dazzling cracks. He easily sliced ​​the cannonball into pieces, which then exploded on both sides, hitting the holy light shield of the paladins behind him.

It was impossible to cause them any injury or death.

"This is boring. It's time to end this farce."

Arwen strode forward, ready to board the large ship, kill the old prophet, cut off his head, and throw it into the deep sea to feed the sharks.

But at that moment, the prophet Mo Chao suddenly issued an order and uttered a sentence that caught his attention: "Set sail! Begin! We're going to Endedes! To the Creator! If the Creator protects us, these hypocritical humans are not even worth a hair on a fishman's head!"

Fishman Pegara: "Marglr!" (Agreed!)

"?"

Endedes?

The Creator?

Alwin narrowed his eyes and stopped in his tracks.

Although I've never heard of this so-called creator, before coming here, there were rumors in Galatin that the Great Saintess "Katarina," whom he had secretly loved for many years, seemed to have gone to this place.

The image of that graceful, alluring figure floated into my mind, along with the image of the saintess's soft, sticky buttocks—

Alwin frowned, a surge of anger rising in his heart.

He thought to himself, "Although heroes are not allowed to pursue saintesses, and will be burned at the stake if discovered, no one is exempt, but what if it's outside—"

Suddenly, evil thoughts arose in his mind, and he glanced back at the knights behind him out of the corner of his eye.

I have a preliminary idea.

"Master."

"Um?"

"The archbishop once said that whether it is punishment or salvation, it should be done from beginning to end."

"—What do you mean?"

"What my disciple means is that since the merfolk claim their lair is in Endedes, and that there is an even more evil entity sheltering them there, then as a hero of the new generation, I have a duty to follow them there and exorcise all evil that deserves to be wiped out. What do you think?"

Arwen deliberately allowed the fishmen's voyage to raise anchor and sail away from the shore.

He pointed to the more luxurious and imposing "Galatian Divine Shield Rapid Crossing Ship," the same ship his team had arrived on, and said willfully, "Master, I'm going to hunt them down. After I'm done, I'll take the corpses of these scoundrels to the 'New Holy Land' stronghold, find Monk Lorne, and apply to use the portal to return. Just wait for my good news; only the crew needs to come with me."

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