"How big? How do we play this?"
The eldest son squinted suspiciously at Bazel, wary that this guy might just play a cruel trick on them out of sheer amusement. After all, Bazel had a history.
Hadn't he once led them to attack a church of the Holy Judgment, only to betray their position to the enemy?
Or the time he treated them as bait, blowing them up along with the Holy Judgment members? Their side suffered higher casualties, yet the MVP of that battle ended up being their own leader.
With someone so capricious, the eldest son truly didn't want to have anything to do with him unless absolutely necessary.
"Don't give me that look. I didn't want what happened last time either," Bazel said, wearing a seemingly innocent expression. But then his tone shifted abruptly, and the playful, frivolous Bazel suddenly became icy and intimidating. His eyes glinted with malice.
"After all, the rewards were too great, I had no choice."
The eldest son snorted, but dared not make a sound of protest. Bazel could crush them like ants if he wanted.
"I don't understand. You two actually took over a corpse of an undead? Has the Holy Order become this weak? Not even daring to possess a living person, and instead taking over a brainless undead?"
Bazel glared at them sharply. The two felt guilty, knowing it was precisely this reason they had chosen that body. But Bazel didn't probe further. Instead, he changed the topic and said coldly:
"I don't care what method you use. Within ten days, gather all the undead in the Free Nation and strike the Sacrifice Kingdom."
"You know that's impossible. We're only fourth-tier, and even among the undead in the Free Nation, we're nothing special. How could they willingly follow us?"
"Of course I know you two weaklings can't do it, which is why…"
Bazel pulled a delicate glass vial from his pocket and tossed it in front of them. Flustered, the eldest son quickly grabbed it.
"This contains the Water of Oblivion. I assume you know how to use it."
"The Water of Oblivion? You want us to be bait?"
The eldest son's hands trembled as he held the vial. He knew exactly what it was—a witch-made product with irresistible allure to all undead. Even a small drop would make the undead swarm like flies. They would be pushed to the very front, facing the army of the Sacrifice Kingdom.
"Damn it. You want us dead?"
"You could put it that way."
Bazel shrugged nonchalantly, then his expression darkened.
"Losing the relics of the Holy Order… how do you even have the face to return? If I were you, I'd have hanged myself."
He grabbed the eldest son by the collar, lifting him up, his cold eyes piercing.
"If you can't accomplish this, I'll make sure you know what it means to be worse than dead. Understand? Got it? Now get moving."
With that, Bazel flung the eldest son away and glared at Sweet. Neither dared to speak, quickly getting up and fleeing, afraid Bazel might change his mind and strike them.
Once they were gone, Bazel's expression returned to its usual nonchalant demeanor.
"Heh… twenty million souls. I wonder if this time it can finally lure you over, Fallen God."
In a laboratory in the Goblin Ruins, Hel lay quietly on an operating table.
Beside her, Niv placed a small, intricate device and twisted a knob. A wave of elemental energy quickly spread, enveloping Hel's entire abdomen.
"Master, this is the Elemental Cutting Device. It allows a layer of elemental coverage over your wound to stop bleeding."
"Mm," Hel nodded.
Niv then pulled out a pen and drew a circle on Hel's abdomen. Surprisingly, Hel felt nothing in the circled area, even when Niv poked it.
"This is a Nerve Signal Blocking Pen. It temporarily blocks the nerves in the marked area. Unfortunately, we don't have a Space Cutting Device, otherwise you wouldn't need this incision."
"Space Cutting Device? What's that?"
Niv picked up a scalpel and began cutting Hel's skin while explaining:
"It's a device that separates parts of a limb or body while keeping them connected in space. Technically, it slices through the space of that area, achieving a division without severing contact."
Hel imagined such a scenario. Could the hybrid goblin pilots really have used this technology on all their limbs? If so, where were the limbs? Stacked somewhere? A room with arms and legs hanging from the ceiling? Horrifying.
But that seemed unlikely. The hybrid goblins only severed limbs to install neural interfaces, not for separation's sake.
"Alright, Master, the elemental crystal has been implanted and the stitching is done. You just need to rest for a few days."
Niv removed the surrounding devices but left the circle on Hel's abdomen. Anyone who has had surgery knows the post-anesthesia stage is the most painful, so she kept the nerve-blocking circle in place until Hel healed.
Just as Niv was about to cover Hel with clothing, Hel stopped her.
"Wait, I want to try this."
She raised her small hand, a green light glowing in her palm.
[Mid-Tier Life Spell: Rapid Healing]
A magic array appeared in Hel's hand, and the wound on her abdomen began healing visibly fast. In the time it took to pour a cup of tea, the incision completely vanished—no scar left behind.