Tower Defense Game: My Kingdom of Eternal Life

This is a copper oil lamp in the shape of a lotus. The dark yellow lamp wall is covered with dark red and black patches. The middle is slightly narrow, leaving a gap that can be grasped by a palm. It seems to have been used frequently to create a shine.

copper.

Copper color is like gold.

But this oil lamp does not contain any ingredient of star gold.

In the lamp holder carved with lotus petals, a lock of long black hair is soaked in blood and twisted into a strand, like the wick of an oil lamp.

The flames flickered.

Bubbles the size of rice grains appeared in the thick blood.

The red light shrouded the surrounding area, blocking out the light of the bonfire, making it look like a lampshade.

When you hold it in your hand, you don't feel any warmth at all. Instead, there is a permeating coldness, as if you are being stared at by a terrifying ghost.

There is not much blood left in the oil lamp.

After Zhang Yao got this oil lamp, he added lamp oil twice, and the amount of blood he added the second time had already reached 1,000 points.

Subject to doubled usage limits.

The next time will be 2000.

4000 again.

Cheng Shen's current maximum blood volume of 50,000 in his bright red form cannot be used a few more times.

Moreover, this secondary cursed object is not as stable as a man-made cursed object.

There is a possibility of losing control at any time.

The blood burning in the wick is the nutrients needed for the strange growth in the oil lamp. This strange power is always evolving.

Just use it.

It's inevitable.

This is also the biggest hidden danger of cursed objects.

Whether it is a secondary curse,

Man-made cursed objects.

After all, strange power cannot be controlled so easily.

A golden-red halo appeared in Cheng Shen's eyes, like a flame, or like slowly flowing liquid, washing in his eye sockets and condensing.

In front of you.

The stained oil lamp was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

That's not pure black.

It is more like a tangled mass of black hair oozing with dark red blood, like seaweed swaying under the water.

The dim firelight shined through, and was dyed with a lingering blood color.

In the darkness, Cheng Shen saw a long lock of hair with a piece of curly flesh attached to the root.

It was like a piece of scalp being ripped off from the head.

"Is this the strange source of the seal in the oil lamp?"

"No... sealing is not accurate. Compared with the structure of man-made cursed objects, the existence of secondary cursed objects is more like... storage."

Cheng Shen was thoughtful.

seal,

Deposit.

The oil lamp and the soul-killing blade are both instruments that contain strange power, but the two words represent completely different meanings.

The former is passive custody.

More restrictive.

More stable.

But the corresponding power will be weaker.

The secondary cursed object is more like Weirdness has found a place for itself...

Or rather.

They were born in this instrument.

Therefore, secondary cursed objects such as the Wish Paper Crane and the Book of Curses will return to their original state after the strange power is revived.

Just as they continue to be used.

The more power it swallows.

The effects and dangers of strange resurgences will also continue to grow.

this,

It is undoubtedly a rule.

If the effects of this oil lamp's strange resurgence can be determined and a way to resist it can be found, it can be used without restriction.

Moreover, its effect is stronger than ordinary man-made curses.

But here’s the thing.

How to determine.

Cheng Shen would never test the law by himself.

He placed his palm flat on top of the oil lamp, and a column of blood immediately flowed down and flowed into the lamp holder, quickly filling it up. The flickering flames suddenly became stable, and the aura emitted became increasingly gloomy.

"One addition of lamp oil can burn it for three days. If it is used to fight against weirdness, it will burn faster... It seems that it cannot be placed next to a well."

Cheng Shen remembered Zhang Yao's description.

Think about it.

He placed it in an empty room in the center of the territory.

Access restrictions have been set for the room.

He would not dare to carry a cursed object like this that was unstable and could go out of control at any time, although, in theory, the system backpack could isolate everything.

But if that's the case.

Why did the kings of the past have so much trouble dealing with weirdness?

Wouldn't it be nice to just divide them into countless pieces, make them into cursed objects, and put them in the backpack?

Obviously.

This was a choice they had tried and given up on.

…

It was dark the day after Cheng Shen finished sorting everything.

The night is dark.

It was like a big dye vat filled with black paint that had been kicked over.

The sky and earth were filled with darkness.

He opens the camp rankings.

The damage caused by the black shadow to the blood massacre is clearly displayed above.

The hundreds of orc warriors who were killed directly caused the overall combat power of Xuetu's territory to drop by 153 points.

Although it is still in the first position, the gap with Cheng Shen is not much different.

Moreover, while Cheng Shen was checking it, the number fluctuated again.

It seems that Black Shadow has fully recovered.

but.

Judging from the fluctuating values.

Bloodslaughter seems to have found a way to limit the spread of the Shadow Curse.

Cheng Shen felt regretful.

Somewhat reassured.

To deal with a powerful Chaos Lord like Xue Tu, you can only kill it directly with the force of thunder.

otherwise.

Never push it too hard.

If the black shadow goes berserk again tonight and causes great damage to its territory, but does not kill it, tomorrow it will definitely break the verbal agreement with Cheng Shen and gather all its strength to join the camp war.

even.

It may also bring the shadows into the battlefield of camp battles.

Die with everyone.

This is the safest way to boil a frog in warm water.

Even if it can eliminate the black shadow, as long as you still have scruples about the weirdness that Cheng Shen has mastered, you will never dare to make a desperate move.

…

trade market.

In a small, dimly lit room.

A round table was placed in the center, with several figures scattered around, just out of reach of the light. Everyone's face seemed to be covered with a veil.

Full of mystery.

It can also be seen that they are wary of each other.

"These are all people who have received the 'invitation.' They must have clearly understood the purpose of this meeting by appearing here."

A voice sounded.

No one spoke.

The scene was somewhat silent.

The man then said: "Everyone, please rest assured that this room has been set up with absolute authority. Your appearance and voice will be automatically disguised. Unless that person comes here in person, we will not be able to identify you."

"And he... I don't think he would notice such a corner."

"After all, this is not his territory yet. Your choice is too risky. Why not just open a private chat channel?"

Someone said in a low voice.

"Don't you think it's exciting to discuss how to overthrow him under his nose?"

The voice from before chuckled.

"Oh."

"I think you are very good at seeking death. If he knows what we are talking about this time, you should know the consequences!"

someone warned.

"If you were really worried about this kind of thing, you wouldn't be here."

That voice still sounded calm and calm.

Brush it!

A closed folding window was suddenly opened, and a ray of light shone into the misty sky, making the room brighter.

But it still couldn't dispel the haze that shrouded everyone's face.

"Look at this market."

The figure walked to the window, overlooking the crowded street and the two huge buildings facing each other in the distance.

Express emotion:

"Guess how much money this market can bring him in a day? One thousand, three thousand, or five thousand gold coins?"

No one answered.

But some people's breathing has become heavy unconsciously.

"It's fifteen thousand gold coins!"

The man clenched his fist violently.

"We fought tooth and nail to defend the city from a wave of monsters, and the total harvest we gained is probably less than three hundred gold.

How many days will it take?

In order to earn resources equivalent to fifteen thousand gold coins?"

The man said softly.

"And this is just the flow of gold coins.

If you include the transaction volume of the points system he established, the number should be doubled.

Did you see the caravan that appeared today?

You should all have seen it.

However, I guess you can’t imagine how much income this trade will bring him.”

The man said one sentence after another.

His voice was very soft.

But these remarks seemed to have their own catalyst, and the hearts of everyone present continued to surge.

"He harvested a lot of grain. If it were used for this trade, I think his final harvest would not be less than 20,000 gold..."

Someone whispered.

"Twenty thousand..."

There was a gentle intake of breath in the room.

The turnover of gold coins can only show that the transaction volume in the trade market is large, but it does not represent the actual number of income.

Caravan trade is available.

What you get are real benefits.

These huge figures that were impossible to appear at this stage immediately penetrated the last shred of reason in their hearts.

"That's not fair!"

Finally someone echoed in a low voice.

"It's really unfair."

The man said: "The club belongs to us. It is maintained by the efforts of each of us. It should not become a money-making tool for him alone."

This sentence seems very unreasonable.

Although the people present are greedy.

But not shameless...at least they don't put shameless ideas directly on the table when communicating internally.

So no one agreed.

"At today's society meeting, the proposal has been approved, and we will soon be able to establish our own trading market."

Someone said.

"This is just a means to check and balance him, and it may not be effective yet."

The man said calmly.

"And we have lost the opportunity. It is difficult for us to gain an advantage in fair competition. He has too many cards. After he completes this trade, it will be even harder for us to contain his development..."

"No way, who made him the Orange God?"

Some sneered.

I don't know whether he is mocking himself or mocking Cheng Shen's arrogance in using this title.

"He is a man, not a god."

The man emphasized.

"You should have been able to see from today's meeting that what we say affects everyone..." He was silent for a moment.

Apparently, he was a little uncomfortable with Zhang Yao's self-designated job title.

But he quickly went on to say:

"Although he approved our proposal, his dissatisfaction can be clearly seen. Even if his relationship with Cheng is not what we imagined, there must be a deep entanglement of interests, which is very detrimental to us."

he said.

"And he's even stupider."

Someone lamented.

"Yeah, if he wasn't really stupid, how could he pass the last proposal... Of course, it could also be because he has absolute self-confidence."

A voice said calmly.

But anyone can hear the deep irony in his words.

Is Zhang Yao strong?

Then why doesn't his name appear on the camp rankings?

If Zhang Yao felt that he could solve everything, that's why he didn't veto their proposal to participate in this camp war.

That's hopelessly stupid...

"If it hadn't been like this, I wouldn't have elected him to be the leader of the society. Who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin would appear in the middle."

Someone said helplessly.

It immediately caused a series of sighs in the room.

They would enthusiastically recommend Zhang Yao as the leader of the society at first, but they just wanted to promote a scapegoat to attract the alliance's firepower.

If he is lucky enough to survive, he will soon be stripped of his power by their alliance and become a puppet.

Originally this all went smoothly.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Shen stood up at this critical moment and tried to turn the tide.

They are not members of the alliance. Although they have the same thoughts as the alliance, they still mainly focus on resisting the alliance at first.

so.

That was why he was not dealt with during the purge within the club.

"Maybe he can convince Orange to take action?"

Some people wondered.

"Even if Cheng takes action, he is the only one who can fight against the top ten Chaos Lords?

I admit that he is very strong.

But he just took advantage of the opportunity to seize the market.

He is not a god."

The man repeated.

"He has done a lot of incredible things. I think no matter how cautious you are in dealing with him, you can't be too cautious."

Someone said.

"Yes, what if? What if he can lead those people to victory in the camp battle?

His reputation will be getting higher and higher, and if he wants to run for speaker...we might as well maintain the current situation."

A voice echoed.

"Even if he wants to run for office now, it will put a lot of pressure on us!"

"He won't choose because the leader is now in office. Have we given up all our plans to guard against him?"

Someone asked coldly.

"Of course...

Maybe we should persuade the leader not to participate in tomorrow's camp battle..."

"How to convince him? You all know his character!"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

In such a tense atmosphere, any discord will become a fatal fuse that ignites the powder keg.

"Don't make any noise!"

The organizer enabled the muting function and the room immediately became quiet.

"You are all worried about whether the leader will die. Have you never thought about killing both of them in this camp war?"

He said coldly.

There was silence in the room for a long time even after the ban was lifted.

"How is it possible? If I were him, I would definitely not participate in this camp war! How could it be so easy to kill him?"

Someone questioned.

"If he doesn't participate, I will naturally find a way to force him to participate!"

The man sneered.

"Take a look at the camp rankings."

he reminded.

"What? How is this possible? Why did the first Chaos Lord suddenly lose so much combat power?!"

"Could it be...!?"

Everyone looked at the refreshed rankings in astonishment.

"He should have done this... Haha, I don't know what method he used, but it is obvious that he does not have the strength to confront the Chaos Lord head-on. Instead, he will completely anger the other party."

The man said, "This is our chance."

Everyone was immersed in shock and could not recover for a while. After a long time, someone said: "He is not even afraid of that person and dares to provoke him. I don't believe that he has no defense. What confidence do you have that you can defeat him?"

"hehe."

The figure standing in the darkness smiled softly, "I have people in the Seed Project, and I am ready to join forces with the alliance to do this."

"What!? Are you crazy? Want to unite the alliance? We finally defeated them, and you want to give them a chance to get up?"

Some people were surprised and angry.

The man's voice turned cold and said: "You have to understand one thing, it was him who brought down the alliance, not 'us'!

As long as he exists for one day, we will be suppressed and unable to move like the Alliance!

What's more, the current alliance is already a thing of the past and cannot afford to cause much trouble. As long as we use it well, we can eliminate both of their threats at once!"

No one in the room responded for a long time, everyone was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

The man didn't give them much time to hesitate, and walked slowly to the middle of the room and sat down.

"You have a choice."