Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

After a sleepless night of transportation by the Blood Shackles, all 600 slaves were sent to the secret base.

After the bishop counted the money earned from selling slaves, he distributed it all to his dream priests. These priests performed well and deserved these rewards.

After getting a lot of money, the priests became more enthusiastic about the war. At first, they just wanted to get a few handsome boys and leave, but now they are ready to go all the way, this is too profitable! They even have some doubts that after this mission is over, they can retire and go home to enjoy their old age.

"Why did you give all the money to your subordinates? Didn't you keep any for yourself?" Xuejie was a little surprised.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not short of money."

"Really? I have investigated you. You are not considered a rich man among the bishops. You only have a small, decent city. That little wealth is far from worthy of your position!" said Xuezhi.

"Really? But I think it's enough." The bishop had never personally experienced how wealthy the high-ranking officials were, but since she became a bishop, she felt that she had more money than she could spend. It would be a bit strange to pursue wealth again.

"You can never have too much money! Boss Blood Money is ready to cooperate with you. We have arranged several businesses. Do you think you are interested?" said Xue Jie.

"Well, tell me about it." The bishop was a little curious.

"Ahem... there are some assassination missions." Xuejia approached the bishop and began to mutter in a low voice.

The bishop's expression gradually turned ugly. "Assassinate those soul warriors?"

"Yes! Many of them have contradicted the higher-ups. Especially these few people. They happen to be under your command. As long as you do a little manipulation, it should be easy..."

"That's enough!" The bishop was so angry that he was shaking. "I want to know how long this has been going on? Is this normal?"

"Um... I don't know how long it has been, but this kind of business has existed since I entered the industry." Xuejie said.

"Don't the people of the Soul Sect know about this kind of thing?"

"Well... they had suspicions, but lacked evidence. And those people were too upright, so they could be fooled with a few simple explanations."

It was not until this moment that the bishop realized the true face of the Dream Cult's top leaders. However, what made the bishop feel uncomfortable was that the archbishop seemed to have never taken care of such things. Instead, he let everything develop naturally.

"Don't be sad, after all, we belong to different sects. As a member of the Dream Sect, your position is naturally determined. And the reason you are not favored by the top leaders is that your promotion was strongly supported by the Soul Sect. They always think you are on the side of the Soul Sect. In fact, they are waiting for you to express your position... but you don't seem to react."

Bang! The bishop slammed his fist on the table. "Those bastards!"

"Hey! Not really? Actually, I've seen many people like you before. But... they either died or became dust and merged silently into the upper echelons. Which one are you going to choose?" Xuejie said.

The bishop narrowed her eyes and stared at the bloody shackles without saying a word.

"Hey... why are you looking at me like that?" Xuejia's expression looked a little unnatural.

"Let me target the people of the Soul Cult. This is the token of my allegiance that the higher-ups want me to give, right?" the bishop said coldly.

"Haha, you can understand it this way. If you refuse to accept the mission, it is equivalent to choosing to stand on the opposite side of them. You may not be able to cope with their next move." Xuejie said.

"Also, don't even think about targeting that group of 100 bishops. They are very strong, and you can't resist them with the power you have now. You don't have much time left. If you haven't given a satisfactory answer to the higher-ups before they arrive, you might lose your life." said Xuejie.

"So, are you their lobbyist?" The bishop suddenly laughed.

"Yes, but don't get me wrong. I'm just doing it for money. Besides, the previous words were all information I gave you for free. If it were someone else, I wouldn't tell them so much." Xuejia said.

"Then why are you helping me? We are probably not familiar with each other, right?" The bishop felt mixed emotions at this moment.

"To be honest, doing business with you is much easier than doing business with those guys! I really want to keep you as a partner!" Xuejia's tone was very sincere. He liked this kind of customers who didn't take money seriously. 8% of the profit was given as soon as he said it, which was impossible for other bishops.

The bishop showed a trace of bewilderment. She thought her enemies would only be the pagans on the battlefield, but she didn't expect that her real enemies were her teammates in the rear. At this moment, a feeling of extreme exhaustion came over her.

The bishop subconsciously looked at his godfather. Even his godfather, who had experienced many battles, might not be able to handle this situation?

But the old general was quite calm, he just gave a warm smile.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, kid. You're far from being in despair. Don't you still have the support of the Soul Cult?"

"The Dream Cult is so anxious to put pressure on you, I'm afraid it's helpless. If you can withstand the pressure and accomplish an unprecedented feat this time, the Soul Cult will definitely support you to reach a higher position. At that time, the Dream Cult will have nothing to say."

"Your excellence has already frightened them. Those useless guys hiding in the rear can only attack you from behind." A trace of contempt flashed in the old general's eyes.

"I understand! Godfather!" The bishop nodded. She took a deep breath and regained her composure.

Although the old general looked relaxed on the surface, he was actually very upset. A situation like the current one was even more dangerous than walking on a tightrope. Although the Soul Cult could provide support, it would definitely not be much. Everything depended on the bishop's own ability.

"Maybe I should try to ask the king for help..." the old general thought subconsciously.

"It's useless. Water from afar can't quench a nearby fire. Besides, if you want help, why don't you come to me?" Dio's voice made the old general feel even worse. He almost forgot that there was someone watching everything with a covetous eye.

"I will never let you hurt her!" the old general said excitedly.

"...You are such a stubborn guy!" Dio was speechless. He was the one who least wanted the Bishop to die. Because the Bishop really had the ability to end the war. And if the Bishop died, the world would probably restart. It would be too troublesome to start all over again! Dio didn't want to waste time.

"Anyway, you can ask me for help when you have no way to escape." Dio said this and then fell silent again.

"..." The old general had a complicated look on his face. He didn't know whether he should trust Dio. Dio was a man of both good and evil, and it was really hard to figure out. But this was a last resort.

On the other side, the Hundred Bishops also arrived at the border of Dianhuo. The road that was originally difficult to walk on had been opened up by the bishops. Following this road, the Hundred Bishops quickly found this place.

Although they were nominally called a hundred-man group, they actually brought with them 20,000 soul knights. However, in terms of power comparison, these soul knights were no match for the bishops. The bishops could charm all the knights present at any time if they wanted to.