On the shoulder of the great swordsman Bond, a small mole person was perched, yelling at his busy kin on the construction site.

"Move faster! You lazy sloths!"

With heads down and in silence, the mole people pushed carts filled with earth dug out by Earth Cave Spiders to the designated locations.

If it weren't for the intimidating gaze and aura of the great swordsman, they would have long risen up and torn apart this treacherous little creature.

By the way, this construction site was one of Iron Teeth City's largest renovation projects, currently undertaken by the workforce of the Weaving Shadow Nest and the gecko tribe.

The former was responsible for digging holes, while the latter handled the installation of pipes... According to the plan, they were to excavate a pit 100*100 meters wide and 10 meters deep near Iron Teeth City and then move a couple of hundred slimes from the first layer of the labyrinth's farm into it.

From now on, this would be the septic tank of Iron Teeth City.

The large slimes could not only serve as a source of Demon Crystals but could also be used for cooking or as fertilizer for growing mushrooms.

They were indeed very versatile.

Zhuangzhuang, who was on Bond's shoulder, spotted Oke and the others approaching and immediately guessed their identity, so he jumped down excitedly to greet them.

"Welcome! Guests from the Great Graveyard! Were you sent here by Lord Demon King?"

Reinforcements!

After a torturous week of waiting, he finally received the reinforcements from the Great Graveyard.

Although Bond was strong, he was but one man after all.

The glances from the new and old council members always unsettled him greatly.

"Indeed, Oke is here on behalf of the esteemed Lord Demon King to oversee your work... not bad, not bad, it looks like you haven't been slacking off."

Although Oke always appeared subservient in the Great Graveyard, here he stood even more arrogantly than Alakdo.

A Lizardman Monk stepped forward, looking over the heads of goblins at the mole people who were even shorter, and said expressionlessly.

"I am a monk from the Great Graveyard, sent here by Lord Demon King to serve as a Death Priest."

"Death Priest?" Zhuangzhuang asked cautiously, "May I know what your duties specifically are?"

The Lizardman Monk continued.

"To ensure the purity of faith and to preside over sacrificial rituals."

"Sacrificial ceremony?!" Zhuangzhuang was so startled that his voice cracked.

The Lizardman Monk looked at him and revealed a mysterious and cruel smile.

"Do not worry, as long as your faith is devout and your loyalty to the Great Graveyard is steadfast... the sacrifices will not happen."

In simple terms, if the Demon King deemed Iron Teeth City not loyal enough, he would preside over a ceremony to turn part of the mole people into undead ghouls.

However, seeing the expression on the little guy's face, he suddenly felt that the term "sacrificial ritual" would be a bit more intimidating, so he didn't elaborate.

Fear is also a form of faith.

He did not know about the loyalty of others, but he was sure that this chieftain of Iron Teeth City must possess enough devout faith.

As Zhuangzhuang nervously professed his loyalty, the players following behind Oke showed little interest in the boring speech and instead focused on the group of mole people not far away.

These little guys were furry, and when curled up, they looked like coal balls. The most interesting part was their chubby hands, which looked almost human, as though coal balls had sprouted a pair of hands.

"So cute!!!"

"Cute?! Are you serious?"

"Aren't they afraid of digging through the floor?"

"They probably won't... Aren't the levels of the labyrinth separated by more than just a floorboard, haven't we heard about the couple hundred meters of soil layers?"

"Holy moly!"

"That deep?!"

"What did you expect... Think about how long it takes us each time we 'go down a level.'"

"Speaking of which, I want to complain, why don't they install elevators between the levels of the labyrinth? Even without electricity, it wouldn't be too hard to power with Netherworld Language, right?"

"That's actually a great idea, let's try it next time!"

"66666, the updates to this game all rely on players, huh!"

Although the vast majority of players grumbled verbally, in their hearts, they were actually quite satisfied with the freedom offered by "Cataclysm OL".

After all, if everything in the game was already developed, what use would they be? Might as well go back to screwing bolts in the real world.

It was precisely because the gaming world still had many imperfections and even unreasonable designs that it provided them with a stage to freely express their creativity.

While a crowd of players were looking around, a few Mole People not far away had also set their sights on these guests from the Great Graveyard.

Compared to Zhuangzhuang, who clung tightly to Lord Demon King's leg, these guys clearly hadn't completely submitted... especially those council members of the disbanded Thirteen Teeth Council and the engineer rats who had control of the Dwarf runes.

They didn't oppose submitting to the Great Graveyard; after all, it's cool under the big tree, and that Lord Demon King didn't seem too bad, at least not like the Dwarves who whipped them with a whip or tied them to a hamster wheel to generate energy for the runes.

However, to have the weakest among them to lead... most of the power-deprived Mole People couldn't swallow that pill.

"Lizardman soothsayers, idiot goblins, and a dozen or twenty undead... are these the engineers of the Great Graveyard?"

"Our robots are industrial trash? To guide our work?"

"Tsk tsk... these guys really dare to say it."

A group of cunning old Mole People shifted their gaze and eventually didn't dare to cause trouble themselves, but instead threw meaningful looks at Gabeng and Guangguang standing not far away.

Although those two creatures had also been the targets of their bullying before, it was obvious that right now, they were more jealous of Zhuangzhuang for becoming the leader.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

A group of Mole People exchanged crafty glances, suddenly having an idea in their minds, and approached with an appearance of grievance.

Seeing the former officials approaching, Gabeng, who was already in a foul mood, waved his whip and shouted.

"You lot! Why aren't you working? What are you doing here?"

One of the Mole People stepped forward, complaining with a look of aggrievement.

"Respectable Gabeng, Lord Demon King said he would send engineers to guide our work, but look at who has come? A goblin as the team lead, with either Lizardmen or undead following him."

His name was Sharp Teeth, one of the former council members of the Thirteen Teeth Council.

But now he was just an ordinary rat. Gabeng didn't indulge him, and his small eyes bulged in anger upon hearing this.

"Shut up! Is Lord Demon King someone you can discuss?"

Sharp Teeth quickly waved his hands to explain after being scolded like that.

"I'm not discussing Lord Demon King! On the contrary, loyal as I am, I'm worried... that Lord Demon King has been deceived by cunning scoundrels, has listened to the slander of treacherous officials. In the end, if anything goes wrong, we from Iron Teeth City will have to bear the consequences!"

As he spoke, he deliberately steered the conversation towards someone Gabeng disliked.

"Look at our Chieftain, the way he grovels... Do you think he can represent the interests of Iron Teeth City correctly?"

As soon as the former council member of the Mole People finished speaking, a flock of dissatisfied engineer rats also began to complain.

"Exactly!"

"Had it been a goblin, it might be excusable! But what does a goblin understand about runes?! And to shamelessly say they will guide us!"

"Is this appropriate?"

The complaints of the crowd varied, some clamoring to replace the goblin, others demanding that the Great Graveyard stop meddling with their technology.

But in the end, these voices appeared because the Chieftain's authority was too low, insufficient to convince the crowd.

Otherwise, why didn't they speak up when the Demon King was here?

Listening to the voices of the excited crowd, Gabeng was also persuaded by them, mulling over that it indeed seemed inappropriate.

Moreover, that goblin didn't look like a good person, obviously in the same camp as Zhuangzhuang, just a sycophant.

To have such a person as their technical guide, wouldn't that lead them to the sewers?

If Iron Teeth City couldn't complete Lord Demon King's task, they would be the ones to take the blame in the end.

This wouldn't do!

Gabeng and Guangguang exchanged glances, and suddenly made up their minds to do something for Iron Teeth City, so they strode towards the group of people that had crossed the archway with great determination.

"Hey! You guys!"

"Stop right there!"

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