Chapter Ninety-Two: Spider Pig?

“Fellow citizens, are you willing to follow us to the Kingdom of Blocks?”

“Noble envoy, you have saved our village. We are willing to go with you!”

The fourth village settled!

To save time, Mo Fangyuan split the field army in two.

One group, led by the experienced Old Li, headed for the gently hilled village, while the other followed Mo Fangyuan to the survivor village behind the snowy mountain.

“Without further delay, let’s depart now!”

Mo Fangyuan was worried that the other group might encounter unexpected trouble, so he planned to hurry to the rendezvous point.

“What’s going on here?”

The hilly village was quite a distance from where the army split. After Mo Fangyuan and his men convinced the villagers, their team finally arrived at the map’s hilly village.

But...

Old Li’s face drained of color at the sight before him.

The two warriors behind him were speechless, clearly stunned by what they saw.

Ahead lay clusters of white spider silk blocks, scattered everywhere—on the ground, on the trees—and the closer they got to the village, the denser the webs became.

The medium-sized village marked on the map was entirely wrapped in spider silk, the houses invisible beneath layers of web.

The villagers who lived here had likely already become experience orbs.

Never having witnessed such a scene, Old Li nearly developed a phobia from the overwhelming mass of spider silk.

“What on earth is this?” The young man behind Old Li gripped his crossbow tightly, his voice trembling.

“These... these must be related to spiders!”

Having battled monsters for five or six years, Old Li was well aware of their traits.

Only spider monsters could produce spider silk, but even spiders couldn’t possibly spin such an enormous web! It looked like the entire village was covered!

“There might be a terrifying elite monster here. I think we should report back to His Majesty and let him decide!”

Old Li had participated in the campaigns against zombie giants and mutant wanderers; he knew the power of elite monsters. Acting rashly with too few people only led to disaster.

“Agreed!” The two young warriors nodded vigorously, convinced that retreat was the wisest course.

The King had once declared, “The life of a Block Person is a priceless treasure.”

He required all Block People to only take risks when their safety was assured.

“Hiss-hiss-hiss—”

A series of hissing sounds echoed from the village wrapped in spider silk. The noise resembled a spider’s, yet something was off.

“Awooo, awooo, awooo!!!”

As the hissing grew louder, they also heard the anguished squealing of pigs.

The sound shook heaven and earth, moved ghosts and gods, piercing every barrier and striking the ears of those outside the village.

“Damn!” One young warrior blurted out a popular phrase to express his shock.

Mo Fangyuan was the spiritual pillar of the Kingdom of Blocks, a model for all citizens.

Every word and deed he uttered had the potential to spark a social trend.

Yes, Mo Fangyuan truly served as an example.

Thanks to his influence, many people took the initiative to study during their breaks, hone their fighting skills, and cultivate traditional virtues of the Chinese nation...

But phrases like “damn,” “awesome,” “you’re on fire,” “go for it,” and “I’ll crush you” also became widespread...

Among them, “Monster, I’ll crush your ancestors” was the most popular.

It was said that the great King Mo Fangyuan invented this phrase to mock certain monsters that called themselves “the sun.”

Passed down from mouth to mouth, it gradually became synonymous with scorn for monsters.

“Retreat!”

Old Li’s instincts screamed that lingering here would only bring calamity.

He immediately signaled the two men behind him to withdraw.

“So the village has been overrun by elite monsters? Or elite spiders?”

Mo Fangyuan analyzed the spider monsters Old Li mentioned.

Spider silk covering an entire village could only mean an elite monster.

“Pig squeals from the village?”

Spider monsters, pig squeals, elite monsters...

“Could it be?”

Mo Fangyuan had encountered two elite monsters before: the mutant zombie giant and the mutant wanderer.

Both shared a trait—they were of the mutant type.

Mutant type was Mo Fangyuan’s classification for elite monsters resembling those from the “Mutant Monster Mod” in his previous life.

“Could this be a Spider Pig?”

Spider Pig—a type of mutant creature.

A pig’s head, a spider’s body, a true patchwork beast.

They possessed spider-like abilities: wall crawling, immunity to potions (except instant damage), rapid movement, and web spinning.

They also had the intelligence of pigs—wise, prone to group tactics...

Their health was half that of an Iron Golem, fifty points.

Crucially, they moved in packs! A lone Iron Golem meeting a group of Spider Pigs could only die with regret.

They would actively attack spiders and pigs, infecting them to create more Spider Pigs.

In the eyes of Block People, they were neutral creatures, and could be tamed...

“But this isn’t a game!”

All information about Spider Pigs came from the games of his previous life—there was no guarantee it applied in the Block World.

Old Li had said they encountered an elite spider monster in the village.

If Spider Pigs were truly neutral, how could they appear in a Block People’s village?

Given the Block People’s temperament and fear of monsters, they would never actively attack Spider Pigs.

What about the villagers?

The answer was obvious!

Mo Fangyuan concluded that if the monster in the hilly village was indeed a Spider Pig, then it was definitely an enemy to be eliminated.

“Your Majesty, what should we do next?”

So far, the field army had only taken in four villages—fifty-four people.

They barely met Mo Fangyuan’s minimum requirement.

The warriors present were dissatisfied.

The first mission of the field army barely scraped by—how could they face their fellow citizens back home?

“Your Majesty! We can keep going!”

Impassioned young warriors eagerly volunteered.

“No! Our supplies are running out! We must return to the kingdom now!”

Mo Fangyuan rejected their pleas without hesitation.

What a joke! Supplies were nearly depleted; if they pressed on, they might not even be able to bring these fifty-four compatriots home.

“Your Majesty…”

Most fell silent at Mo Fangyuan’s words, but they were still unwilling.

“Remember! You are not alone! You have fifty-four compatriots behind you who need your protection! Do you want to disappoint them? Let them come to harm?!”

Mo Fangyuan realized his education had fallen short—they had forgotten the meaning of their existence!

“Your purpose is to defend the kingdom! Protect the people! Shield Block People from monsters! Not just to complete missions! Warriors who only complete missions are not warriors—they are machines, puppets!”

Mo Fangyuan sternly rebuked the field army warriors around him.

Obedient soldiers were good—but only in the eyes of rulers!

The people needed “soldiers of the people!”

Chinese-style soldiers—not those of a certain flashy nation!

“Listen well! You are born of the people, belong to the people, serve the people! Do not become mere machines obeying orders!”

Mo Fangyuan, born in a red nation, had always embraced the belief that “the people are supreme,” with values shaped by “the people come first.”

Yes, the Chinese people—foreigners excluded.

“Yes!”

The field army warriors bowed their heads in shame.

This scene was witnessed by those journeying with the field army to the Kingdom of Blocks.

A hundred years later, one elderly village chief recalled his feelings at that moment:

“The great King loved his people more than himself, and even in the midst of marching, he never forgot to remind his warriors to fight for the people…”