The Kingdom of Grice, Grey Ridge Excavation Site. Thanks to Master Aldrich's power, the blizzard was stopped and the excavation could continue.
However, to everyone's surprise, King Stanley's order came from Bloody Rock City: Speed up the excavation at all costs!
What did it mean by 'at all costs'?
It meant treating human lives as expendable goods.
* Clang! *
The pickaxe fell powerlessly on the ground, creating sparks. The slave who was wielding the pickaxe suddenly blacked out and fell to the ground.
* Smack! *
The whip landed on the back of the slave who had collapsed on the ground. The supervisor cursed loudly, "Don't play dead! Hurry up and dig! "
"Sir, he hasn't eaten for three days. He's too weak. Please, let him rest and eat something —"
* Smack! *
The whip landed again, but this time it landed on the person who was pleading for the slave. The supervisor stared at him fiercely like a ferocious demon wolf. His body emitted a shocking murderous aura, "Shut up! You despicable and lowly slave! You lowly people don't deserve to enjoy the food. You want to eat? Sure, there's one beside you. I'll give you ten minutes to feed him. After he's done, continue digging! "
The supervisor pointed at a corpse beside the slave. It was the corpse of a kobold who had died of exhaustion. Although it did not rot due to the low temperature, the corpse still emitted a strange smell.
"But, but that's a kobold's corpse …"
"Shut up, lowly people! So what if it's a kobold's corpse? Aren't they still eating? You're not any nobler than them. You're not even as efficient as the kobolds! "
The supervisor kicked the slave to the ground and stepped on his head, "You're in no position to bargain with me. If you don't want to die, get up and start working! If you delay King Stanley's plan, you'll all die! "
The surrounding slaves' eyes were filled with suppressed rage. They wanted nothing more than to pounce on the supervisor and bite off his flesh. However, the chains tied to their feet deprived them of the ability to resist.
"Hmm? Why are you looking at me? What do you mean? Are you thinking of rebelling? "
A sinister smile flashed across the supervisor's face. He kept the whip and pulled out a bloodstained dagger, "Come, let me see your courage. Who wants to rebel? "
"It's you?"
The supervisor pointed at the slave under his foot.
"Or you?"
The dagger pointed to another slave who had stopped working.
A strange atmosphere began to spread in the surroundings. Everyone's attention was focused on the supervisor. No one noticed that the stone that had been hit by the iron pick had quietly cracked open, and traces of cold air were continuously spreading outwards …
"You lowly commoners don't know how to be grateful!"
The supervisor played with the dagger in his hand and grinned. "If it wasn't for His Majesty Stanley's mercy, you would have already died in the blizzard outside. Now, every day you live is a gift from His Majesty Stanley. You should be grateful to His Majesty and use your lowly lives to repay His Majesty's kindness, not …"
As the supervisor spoke, his voice suddenly lowered. He didn't know why, but an extremely irritable mood suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. His eyes quietly turned scarlet …
Badump, badump …
His heartbeat became more and more rapid. The supervisor could clearly hear his own heartbeat in his ears. The powerful heartbeat was like a drum beside his ears. The whole world quieted down, leaving only the increasingly rapid heartbeat.
Huchi, huchi …
It was obviously very cold, but the supervisor found that his body was emitting an astonishing amount of heat. He was getting hotter and hotter, so he anxiously tore off the cotton clothes on his body. A cool breeze hit him. He felt a little refreshed, but soon became hot again.
Unbearable.
Continue to strip!
In the blink of an eye, the supervisor was naked from head to toe. The surrounding colleagues stared at him with their mouths agape. "Are you crazy?! You'll freeze to death if you take off your clothes! "
Hot … So hot …
The supervisor, whose eyes were bloodshot, gasped for breath. His naked body exuded a very cold chill. The temperature of his body was even lower than the surrounding temperature. For him at this moment, the surrounding temperature was even more unbearable than the summer heat.
His body felt as if it was being roasted in a bonfire. Under the bone-piercing cold air, his skin strangely began to blister. The intense pain plucked at his nerves, but he didn't feel it at all because his entire body had begun to swell.
"It's so hot …"
"Huff, huff …"
At this time, the other people around them also became strange. They scrambled to take off their clothes, and their skin gradually lost the color of blood. It was as if all the blood had rushed into their brains. Their eyes were extremely bloodshot, and heat appeared from the outside to the inside, burning their skin, causing them to gradually fall into madness ….
"Ah ah ah ah —"
At this time, the slave who was exhausted on the ground suddenly bounced up. He screamed miserably and pounced on the supervisor beside him. His eyes were also bloodshot. At this moment, his face was filled with murderous intent. His will was completely dominated by the desire to kill and revenge.
The supervisor had not recovered at this moment. In an instant, he was pushed to the ground by the slave. The next moment, the slave suddenly pounced on him, and his dirty teeth viciously bit the supervisor's throat. Blood gushed into his mouth. The scarlet blood was like sweet spring water, moistening his mouth, but also making him even more crazy.
"Cluck, cluck —"
The supervisor whose throat was bitten opened his eyes wide, as if he could not believe that he had died just like that. The next moment, his eyes were dug out by the slave and stuffed into his mouth!
Crunch, crunch …
The crazy slave chewed on the supervisor's eyeballs. The juice in his mouth splattered everywhere, and his scarlet eyes began to look around for the next prey.
At this moment, not only this slave, but the entire bottom of the mine was in a complete mess.
All the creatures, not only the supervisors of Grayce, but also the slaves and the kobolds who had been forcibly enslaved, had all gone crazy!
The bottom of the excavation site had turned into a chaotic battlefield. The supervisors and the slaves, the slaves and the kobolds, the kobolds and the supervisors, the supervisors and the supervisors, the slaves and the slaves, and the kobolds and kobolds. The three sides were in complete chaos, and everyone was fighting each other. Everything in sight was the target of their attacks!
Extreme hunger and thirst swallowed these people's rationality. Killing, eating, and bloody corpses became their targets. In the blink of an eye, dozens of pale skeletons appeared on the ground …
The pain on their bodies stimulated them to attack others even more ferociously. They killed others and ate their flesh. Only by doing so could they reduce the pain on their bodies.
The crack on the rock widened a little, and the cold aura seeped out even more from within.
Madness began to spread from the bottom of the mine to the top. More and more people fell into madness and began to attack their companions. This madness quickly spread, and more and more people lost their rationality …
"Whoosh!"
The cold-faced Sir Craigie chopped off the head of the supervisor who had pounced on him. He looked at the chaos in the mine with extreme anger.
Madness! All of them had gone mad!
If it was the slaves rebelling, it would be understandable. But why did they even fight their own people?
— Why did they even dare to attack him?
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong!
Sir Craigie stared at the mine for a moment and immediately turned to leave.
"Bang!"
Sir Craigie broke through the door and completely ignored the guards blocking the way. He directly barged into Master Aldrich's alchemy lab.
Master Aldrich looked at the ruined melted liquid and said without turning his head, "I should have said that even if it was you, you had to inform me before you came in …"
His voice was unusually cold. Sir Craigie shivered. He knew that if he did not have a good reason, he would probably die here today.
"I'm very sorry, but Master, there's an abnormal situation in the mine."
"What's the situation?"
Seeing that Master Aldrich had temporarily put away his killing intent, Sir Craigie let out a sigh of relief and continued, "I don't know why, but the supervisors, slaves, and kobolds suddenly went mad. They were not divided into factions and were all fighting each other. And I don't know why, but they were clearly just ordinary people, but suddenly became extremely strong and tireless."
"Oh!?"
Master Aldrich's eyes lit up. He immediately had an answer in his heart. He laughed and grabbed the hat on the table, then said, "This is good news because we've finally found our target!"
Master Aldrich came to the edge of the mine and looked down at the chaotic battlefield below. His smile became brighter and brighter. "As expected, it's worthy of being master's masterpiece. Just by touching a trace of aura, these stupid mortals have completely gone mad …"
"Master?"
"Sir Craigie, don't worry about these people's lives. They're just consumables. These lowly creatures don't have the right to enjoy such great power. Only we, the Apocalypse, have the right!"
Sir Craigie still did not quite understand Master Aldrich's words. However, he also noticed that although the situation in the mine was very chaotic, a few supervisors who were the Apocalypse still retained their rationality. They were fighting as they retreated and gradually gathered together to fight against the crazed supervisors and slaves.
"You don't understand? You don't understand! "
Master Aldrich opened his arms and laughed crazily. "Because, in the Ambris Mountains, under the Ash Ridge Mine, lies my master's masterpiece, the great Wumianzhe army!"
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