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Anger, roars, fear, deathly pale faces, and eyes ashen as ashes…The players below were exceptionally lively at this moment.

The pressure on the players reached its limit…

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and the spider webs swayed.

The scattered sand on the ground also blew up. To the players' surprise, the sand gathered into a small sandstorm in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Several players sensed this scene as familiar. They couldn't recall where and when the scene had happened.

The players hesitated.

The sandstorm slowly floated down from the undead dragon's back.

The players were shocked to find a figure in the sandstorm.

"Who was it?"

Grains of sand shrouded the figure and blurred its face. They could hardly recognize and understand the abstruse image.

Yellow sand and undead dragons burned with blood-colored power... This classic scene stirred up many people's dusty memories… A name that quickened their breathing surged into their minds.

"Big Boss Qingqiu!!"

An excited sharp shout accompanied that hopeful exclamation.

The others came back to their senses. They screamed hysterically and wildly.

"Grandpa Qingqiu, save us!"

"Big Boss, let us out. Those bastards are trying to kill us."

"Big Boss Qingqiu, I have more than ten half-elf singers in my territory. They are all the best of the best. Just save me, and I'll give them all to you…" 

"As long as you save me, you will be my father…"

Richard had felt pity for these unlucky victims. The corners of his mouth twitched when he heard the wails and the howls. 

These idiots were still like this even when they were dead.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Quiet."

The indifferent voice resounded in everyone's ears. In an instant, the hundreds of players felt an aura a hundred times more ferocious than the Dragon Might that pressed down their chests.

He seemingly saw a sandstorm sweep the world across in his trance.

Their souls were about to be torn apart.

The crying voices were cut off, and the players' exaggerated expressions froze.

As far as the eye could see, the faces that cried and laughed appeared like an act.

"I'll ask them one by one. Don't talk nonsense."

Richard looked at the person closest to him and asked, "How did you get trapped in the spider web?"

The player who was called out shuddered. Fear engulfed his eyes as he stared at the figure that floated in the sky.

Behind Richard was Alves's ferocious and majestic figure.

A thick black cloud that pressed down on the city was further up.

All of this had become his backdrop.

At this moment, Richard felt ten times more pressure than Alves.

He was like a great demon king who could dim the world as soon as he appeared.

"Hmm?"

Richard heard the cold snort. The player immediately woke up and hurriedly said, "Reporting to Boss Qingqiu. After I entered this instance dungeon, I saw spiderwebs everywhere. I didn't mind too much about it and set it on fire… A group of top-tier soldiers with half-human upper bodies and half-spider lower bodies came shortly. These abyssal spidermen appeared."

Fear engulfed his eyes.

"Those abyssal spidermen all have the same potential. Their levels are as high as 15."

"Those bastards wiped my troop out in just two rounds… But for reasons I could not know, those abyssal spidermen didn't kill me. They imprisoned me here instead."

"I only discovered other players when I got here."

Richard sensed he was not lying, so he continued to ask.

"After you entered the instance dungeon, what was the mission you received?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something. The power of the yellow sand on his body surged. That directly isolated him from the surrounding crowd. Outsiders could not hear their conversation.

The player did not notice this. He calmed down and spoke in a much more stable tone.

"The primary mission is to Slay the Transcendents from the Abyss and Destroy the Spider Temple…

"The sub-mission 1 is to rescue overlords. Each will receive another 10,000 units of rare resources. 

"The sub-mission 2 is to hunt for monsters. One will receive an additional unit of undead crystal for every monster from the abyss one has hunted down."

Richard nodded thoughtfully.

It was the mission of everyone who entered the instance dungeon.

Richard momentarily pondered, then he continued.

"What other news do you have?"

The player hesitated and whispered.

"I heard from other players that those abyssal spidermen brought a portion of people to sacrifice every other week."

Richard's eyes narrowed.

"Sacrifice?"

"That's right. There's a temple 20 kilometers away from here…"

"The Spider Temple?"

"No, it's not the temple from the primary mission the system wants us to destroy. It's a subordinate temple… One could not call it a temple but a church."

"Where do the abyssal spidermen perform the offering?"

"I do not know. They murdered the player who knew about this two days ago when he tried to escape."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

'What did the church have to do with the primary mission?'

He then asked for more information about the spider church.

However, they captured this player shortly after he entered the dungeon. So, he could not know much.

Richard could no longer obtain valuable information. So, he waved his hand. The yellow sand around him turned into a sharp knife, cleaned the spider silk web off the man's body, and freed him.

The player who fell to the ground coughed a few times, then got up and bowed to Richard in ecstasy. 

"Thank you, my Lord!"

The other players' eyeballs almost popped out when they saw this scene. They all called Richard Grandpa and Dad. They were just short of offering their buttholes.

Richard moved and began to question each remaining player.