The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 860 - 594 We’ve Been Invaded

Chapter 860: Chapter 594 We’ve Been Invaded

Third Tower Stone Pillar.

The red-armored soldiers, who moved like the walking dead, noticed a horse carriage approaching.

One moment, the soldiers were just wandering instinctively without consciousness, but the next moment, they lifted their heads and moved closer.

The horse carriage stopped.

"It’s me."

Gou waved his hand.

The soldiers remained silent.

"I brought fresh goods again." He pointed behind him, "Look, newly captured merchandise."

"How did you capture them?"

"Very easily, just grabbed them casually."

How else could he capture them? As the only undead who could communicate peacefully with the Third Tower Stone Pillar, Gou acted as a diplomat. He was responsible for delivering the undead intact, and everyone cooperated well.

After all, it was rare for someone from their group to become an NPC on the internal test map.

"The fee?" Gou asked.

"Come over and take it together."

The undead watching from behind were very envious. At this pace, Gou was likely to achieve financial freedom soon. No, he was already financially free.

A group of undead was transported into the prison cells.

Soon, Gou reappeared.

"I brought more goods."

Gradually, it became clear that Gou alone was not enough. Mechanically modified undead, similar to Gou, began competing for business. Some undead even "accidentally" appeared within the range of the Third Tower Stone Pillar and surrendered immediately.

The number of undead being imprisoned grew. The cells where 21 Assist and others were became full, followed by the adjacent cells, and then more and more...

Even the cells where the hollow-cheeked wizards were became crammed.

The sudden influx of wealth surprised the esteemed Jawbone.

"I should get up for work."

Inside the prison, the undead in the cell with 21 Assist and nearby cells were chatting.

Their plan was to launch a wave of undead soldiers, using their preferred tactic of overwhelming numbers to rescue their target amidst the chaos and plunder in the process.

However, the process was quite drawn out.

"Yeah, I have things to do today too, logging off first."

"I’m hungry, logging off to get something to eat."

"I’m going for surgery."

"Doctors have it tough."

"I’m the patient."

"..."

The external time had reached morning, and they reluctantly removed their helmets. Although the game felt real enough to blur the line between reality and fantasy, their growling stomachs and the need to repay loans and mortgages reminded them of the real world.

The cells emptied out in an instant, and the dull, expressionless red-armored soldiers continued their repetitive task of locking people up, not noticing what was happening around them.

They kept locking people in.

The undead who had discussed this quietly cooperated, finding the progress simpler than expected, and thus chose to log off after entering the cells.

Until Lord Jawbone, the overseer, noticed something amiss.

His cell didn’t have that much space; why wasn’t it full yet? Earlier, he thought the humans from the Material Plane were too numerous and considered selling some at a low price to others.

When his consciousness descended into one of the red-armored soldiers and he arrived at the hold...

It was empty.

Only a dozen hollow-cheeked wizards sat on the ground, bewildered.

He opened the cells to search; there were no traces of spatial disturbances, no one was invisible, and there were no signs of magic on the ground to indicate that anyone had escaped underground.

Where did all those people go?

...

At the military camp, a secret master with a leg-bone cane reported to Mag.

"My lord, the Space Gate is very stable."

"Stable?"

"Yes, we have no personnel losses, and we can dispatch large numbers for the invasion." The secret master nodded, "The space is stable, and we can maintain communication constantly."

"Great!"

Mag was overjoyed.

The stalled invasion could finally continue again.

The resources he obtained through trade only satisfied the red-robed mage initially. The subsequent high death toll and lack of progress brought him much pressure.

The other side was very good at defense.

The secret master reminded, "It might be the people from the Material Plane. They stabilized the space on the other end."

There was a plot!

But the secret master couldn’t say it outright. Mag felt something strange but didn’t consider a conspiracy. He instinctively thought the prolonged defensive victories had made the lords of the Material Plane arrogant, thinking they could fight a straightforward battle.

After all, only those with scarce resources invade the wealthy. It was unheard of for the wealthy to invade the impoverished regions, paying out of pocket for the privilege. Anyone with common sense would avoid the Cursed Land.

Thud, thud, thud, heavy footsteps approached.

A figure huffing and puffing came running.

"My lord!"

"What happened?"

He recognized the officer, responsible for scouring nearby territories for resources. But after the "trade" with the Material Plane broke down, such scavenging missions had become less critical.

"We have a problem."

They were forcibly collecting resources; it was normal for the small territories to be unwilling to comply; hence the powerful soldiers were sent to assist.

"Alright, let’s leave it for now. Pull back our forces; invading the Material Plane is urgent."

"But almost all the teams we’ve sent out have lost contact."

"What!?"

How bold!

Mag’s first thought was that the cursed, brain-affected local residents had launched a daring ambush in retaliation.