Chapter 274

The corpse lord was swallowed whole by the dragon wolf, and the dragon wolf grinned with satisfaction.

"The little wolf cub is quite vindictive." Field patted the dragon wolf's neck. The guy was beaten badly in order to block Chica's fatal attack. "Thanks to you."

The dragon wolf snorted, and a rumination swallowing sound came out of his throat, and a pale stone was spit out.

Then he swung his tail and walked away briskly.

"What is this?" Rosaria's eyes lit up, "It contains very powerful corrupting energy. Not only that, it should be a consumable artifact."

Field picked up the stone, wiped it with a handkerchief, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and doubted: "It looks like a broken stone, but there is only a layer of light. It was almost eaten by the black wolf. Is it really an artifact? It's so weak."

"You actually questioned me."

Rosaria was very angry, closed her eyes and turned her head away: "I will ignore you, last for 30 seconds."

"Why did it last so long this time? Don't be angry."

Wanted to pat Rosaria, but she stretched out her hand to open it. Field showed a wicked smile: "If you don't let me pat your head, then try this."

Field pinched her thigh directly, but the smooth and white skin was too tight, and it slipped away after pinching twice.

"Wow, you are too much!"

Like a frightened cat, Rosaria jumped up in fear and wanted to kick her, but thinking that she was her own lord, she really endured it.

She whispered in a resentful tone: "If you want to touch me, don't do it in public. It's not decent."

"Okay, okay."

Field was delighted. He knew that Rosaria was actually very proud. She would be very rebellious when she was alone, but in front of everyone, she always stubbornly maintained her noble personality.

"Since it is a divine weapon, I will try to possess it."

Piercing his finger, Field squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into it. As the blood and stone had a strong reaction, his mind immediately received information.

God's gift: Tiny Corruption Source (no grade, small consumable, not unique)

Source: Goddess of Corruption

Effect: Gather the surrounding corrupt energy and quickly gather the original vitality for yourself.

Special effect: After the Corruption God's Chosen uses it, the life strength is permanently increased.

"Oh my god, what a good thing." Field was surprised. He didn't expect that a piece of ordinary stinky stone could actually be the source of corruption. He handed the source of corruption to Rosaria and said generously, "You can use this."

"Ah?" Staring at the source of corruption, Rosaria opened her mouth, stole a glance at the friends around her, and said proudly, "I am very fair. The spoils belong to everyone. I can't take it all for myself."

Field said as a matter of course: "There is nothing to be modest about. You are the only corrupted god here, and others can't use it. In the future, if there are artifacts suitable for Ashina and others, they will naturally belong to them."

Moreover, because of the ability of the blood-stained constellation, Rosaria needs a strong accumulation of life value. The stronger the vitality, the greater the potential of the blood-stained constellation.

"What about you? You also have a share of the spoils."

"You still care about me, I really love you." Field was so moved that he said, "As the price of giving up the spoils, you have to make me a set of Hi silk. It's a waste if you don't wear Hi silk with your long legs."

White silk was invented much earlier than Hi silk. Of course, the texture of white silk now is cotton.

"You are still taking advantage of me." Rosaria smiled, "What is Hi silk? I don't know magic."

"It's not a magical creation, but clothes." Field smiled wickedly, "Very breathable stockings, preferably 5D, the thinnest."

According to his own observation, Rosaria, or all the corrupted gods, have a skill that is applicable but not very useful.

That is, they can use divine power and life energy to weave their own clothes.

Therefore, they don't have to worry about the risk of exploding clothes.

Rosaria didn't understand the sinister intentions of the man in front of her. She casually raised her long hair and smiled, "Okay, I'm in a good mood. I agree to your request. Please describe it to me in detail."

"No hurry, let's repair first. Although the remaining corpses are no longer a threat, our condition is too bad."

After defeating the corpse lord, Field felt relaxed, but fatigue surged in his heart, making him want to sleep.

"I'm also very tired. I'll go back and rest first."

Rosaria returned to the Gluttonous Great Sword. Field carried it on his back and stretched lazily.

"I can't favor one over the other. I'll reward you too."

Field patted Ashina and Tisifa on the head one by one as encouragement.

"Hehe, my lord is the best." AshinaNa wagged her tail happily.

"Well... Field, it's better not to touch me casually. I've used a lot of divine power, and I feel that the curse is about to erupt again." Tisifa's pretty face was red, and her eyes were dodging.

"Thank you for your contribution to the Night Territory. I will reward you, Miss Alison."

Field nodded to Alison kindly.

If there was no "mercenary", the battle would be even more tense, compared to Alison who alone restrained a large number of ordinary corpses and a fourth-level corrupted dog.

"You're welcome."

Seeing that Field did not pat her head, but just nodded politely, Alison felt disappointed for no reason.

It was as if everyone had candy, but she didn't. That kind of imbalance made people feel very uncomfortable.

But she knew in her heart that she had not joined the Night Territory, so how could she receive the same treatment.

She had to keep emphasizing in her heart: Who wants him to pat her head? I don't want it.

When everyone returned to the city wall, the soldiers had stood up again, their eyes were burning with attention to Field.

The soldiers used their exhausted hands to raise the wolf flag of Night's leader high, and the fluttering flag rustled in the wind.

The dirty blood spilled in the previous battle had dried on everyone's armor. With a slight shake, the powdery blood debris fell down.

"Long live Lord Field!"

"Long live!"

All the soldiers were cheering, and even the captains at all levels were not as serious as before. The soldiers of a hundred people burst into cheers like a tsunami.

Field knew that the soul of this army had begun to gather.

It was just a small fight before, but this time it really defeated the opponent with one against a hundred. The self-confidence brought by the victory will take root in everyone's heart, turning them into ruthless war machines, and no longer questioning the decisions of the superiors.

On the city wall, everyone buried the pot to cook, and fell asleep after eating.

It was not until noon the next day that Field woke up with his head in his hands.

"My Lord, please take a rest. I'll cool the porridge for you."

The person she saw was Gaoglisi, who was holding a bowl of ground oatmeal porridge and had cut bread.

"Let me do it. I'm not so tired now."

Field patted the little fox's head lovingly. Although she didn't go down the city wall to fight, she was on the city wall, exhausting her last bit of divine power.

You know, Gaoglisi was not the chosen one for fighting. It was amazing that she had such a strong will to fight.

Taking the bowl, Field drank it in big gulps and felt that all the organs in his body were stretched.

"My Lord, please take a good rest. Leave the fighting to us."

It was the first time that Gaoglisi saw Field so embarrassed. Although Field usually didn't dress up too much, she always had a calm, clean and elegant posture.

"It's nothing. I can rest assured after I finish the work here."

Not taking it seriously at all, Field said in a deep voice: "How many people died this time?"

"Thirty-two soldiers of the First Army left us, nineteen of whom died of infection. They did not persist in treatment." Gao Glis was sentimental to begin with, and her eyes were misty with tears as she spoke, "Forty-seven slaves died, three of whom were executed by Mr. Bobcat while escaping."

"Well..."

It was less than expected, but it still made Field very sad, especially the soldiers who died in battle.

These were the elite among the elite, and even if they were placed in the Queen's army, they would be enough to serve as the vanguard.

The slaves suffered heavy casualties, entirely because they had no armor and were exposed to the enemy's long-range firepower. If it weren't for the fact that the city wall was already in a desperate situation, it is estimated that if five people died, they would have fled collectively.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a wooden stick hit the little fox's head from behind.

"Well, it hurts."