The Thorn Group’s Business Services Department occupied the former Wantou Properties building.
All the employees here belonged to the Thorn Guild’s outsourced team. They handled online public opinion, provided services for guild members, sold equipment, purchased materials, and dealt with various other matters.
At that moment, the department’s phone lines had been ringing off the hook.
Numerous companies from overseas—mostly from the United States—were calling in hopes that the Thorn Guild would sell its resurrection services and bring their people back to life.
They had never accepted this kind of business before.
But now, the requests were submitted one after another, and the final quoted price was three million gold coins.
The offer was simply too generous.
In the end, Feng Huimin decided to accept it.
It was hardly any trouble.
Using the same method as before, Shen Chi selected one of the coordinates provided by the players, then operated a mecha to teleport through space.
Thanks to the steady stream of machines being produced by the Origin-level instance dungeon, Mechanical Star, Shen Chi’s skills had continued to improve.
Before long, he had developed a mecha that everyone could use.
Its combat power was beside the point.
Its movement speed and ability to perform spatial jumps alone were enough to crush every mount in existence.
Now, any player could operate a mecha to travel around. It was no different from driving a car.
“Send two people,” Chu Fu said. “Have Suture Saint and Holy Healing Angel go together. Once they revive everyone, come straight back. Don’t waste time. And make sure they get overtime pay for the field assignment.”
Holy Healing Angel immediately beamed. “Thank you, boss!”
Suture Saint and Holy Healing Angel then climbed into the mecha.
For safety’s sake, Chu Fu also gave them a Plant Sprite.
The two entered the coordinates, and the mecha performed a spatial jump, arriving in a city in the United States.
The moment they entered the city, they saw architecture completely different from what they were used to. Not only that, but shouts of killing rang out everywhere.
Magic, artillery fire, and the deathly aura of the undead surged toward them.
The battle had actually reached the city itself.
An endless undead army had pressed against the city walls.
There were still four hours before the siege battle would end.
Time was tight, so Suture Saint did not stop. She picked a direction, and the mecha roared into the air.
The fifty-kilometer distance took only one minute to cover.
By then, the rift was still continuously spewing out monsters. The moment they entered it, they collided head-on with the creatures pouring through.
Suture Saint pressed the accelerator and drove straight ahead.
A group of undead bone dragons flew over, attempting to stop them.
“Holy Light Descends!”
Holy Healing Angel cast her skill. In an instant, it was as if sunlight had split open the clouds in the sky, sending golden radiance cascading down.
Every undead creature touched by the golden light melted away like snow beneath the spring breeze.
The radiance dispelled the darkness, killing every undead creature within a full kilometer.
It punched a massive hole through the dense formation of the undead army.
With Holy Healing Angel clearing the monsters beside her, Suture Saint stepped on the accelerator and forced her way into the rift.
There were even more undead inside.
Suture Saint drove against the current, quickly bursting out of the rift and entering the familiar Land of Death.
After more than ten days of fighting, Suture Saint had entered the Land of Death so many times that she was more familiar with it than the route between her own front door and the street.
She knew it like the back of her hand.
In the distance, great numbers of necromancers and Lich Kings—more than ten thousand Origin-level bosses—were summoning countless undead cannon fodder to attack the city.
That was right. In the eyes of other countries, this was the most powerful segment of the undead army.
In Suture Saint’s eyes, however, they were nothing more than cannon fodder.
Suture Saint opened the mecha hatch, and she and Holy Healing Angel flew out together and began attacking.
At that moment, more than a hundred thousand players lay sprawled across the ground.
Among them was Duke Morgan, chairman of the largest financial power in Freedom City, Morgan Gold Bank.
His subordinate had already called to tell him that they had contacted the Thorn Guild and that the other side was willing to send people over.
But as he watched the endless undead army and the sight of monsters identical to those in the Wale instance dungeon—only tens of thousands of times more numerous—he still felt utterly hopeless.
If they had come during a lull in the siege, there might have been hope of rescuing them without alerting the monsters.
But now they had to confront the undead head-on.
Unless the entire Thorn Group came, there was no way they could pull it off.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt light.
A blazing sun exploded in the sky. Its radiance split open the gloom of the Land of Death, and beneath that blinding light, the terrifying bosses in Duke Morgan’s eyes screamed as more than half their health vanished.
Then it began to rain.
On closer inspection, however, those were not raindrops.
They were steel needles.
The needles moved with incredible speed, tearing through the void and creating spatial slashes as they killed every monster in their path.
A short while later, not a single undead creature remained on the battlefield.
Duke Morgan had an excellent vantage point, allowing him to see the two women clearly.
One was a young girl dressed in an ice-blue mage robe. The other wore a black-and-gray mage robe, with countless arms extending from her back.
Then he heard the woman with the countless arms speak.
“They’ve been trampled into minced meat. Only their heads are left. I’ll sweep them over for you—then you can revive them.”
The countless silver needles rose into the air, skewering the heads one after another and stringing them together.
Holy Healing Angel used her resurrection spell, bringing all the bodies back to life.
The two worked together with astonishing speed. In just ten minutes, they had revived everyone.
After reviving Duke Morgan, the two women naturally turned their attention to him.
“The chairman of Morgan Gold Bank,” Suture Saint said. “Your subordinate offered three million gold coins to have us come and revive you. The resurrection is complete, so pay the remaining balance.”
Duke Morgan knew that his subordinate had offered such an exorbitant sum, but he had assumed that no one from the Thorn Guild would actually come.
He had never expected them to truly show up. Now that it was time to pay, he felt an intense stab of pain.
He could not help saying, “Three million just to revive us? You should at least have to clear the dungeon first!”
Suture Saint’s eyes narrowed.
“You don’t want to pay?”
“No, no, no,” Duke Morgan hurriedly said. “I just feel that the price isn’t worth it. Look, this was easy for you. I remember that where you’re from, resurrection only costs a hundred silver coins.”
Suture Saint was so furious that she laughed.
She suddenly remembered how, when she had worked part-time in the past, employers would see that you were working too easily and then decide they did not want to pay your full wages, claiming that the money was not worth it.
Suture Saint raised a hand.
It began to rain.
Countless silver needles drifted down from the sky, falling onto the heads of the players below.
In an instant, Suture Saint’s Masquerader Mask advanced all the way to Diamond grade.
“From now on, each person gets revived individually. Pay, and then leave. I won’t overcharge you. One thousand gold coins per person. As for you—three million. Not a single coin less.”
He had refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!
All the players cursed Duke Morgan inwardly. Three million could have been pooled together easily. But now things had become much worse!
More than a hundred thousand players would have to gather one hundred million gold coins for Suture Saint?
The president of the Jack Group hurriedly shouted, “Lady Saint, please don’t be angry! I’m sure Duke Morgan didn’t mean it. He simply wants to clear the Origin-level instance dungeon too badly.
“How about this? We’ll pay you extra to take us through the Origin-level instance dungeon. Name your price.”
