[I Come To Form The Head]suddenly kicked a measuring stake flying and roared, "Damn! Our core productivity is banned!"
[I Come To Form The Crotch]looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
The expression on [I Come To Form The Head] looked as if he had put on a mask of pain.
"No skeletons allowed! No zombies! All undead laborers can't be used! Without the undead, how are we supposed to lay the railroad? Do we really have to do it ourselves?!"
The players looked at each other, finally realizing the seriousness of the situation, and a wave of lamentation spread across.
Undead laborers were their foundation!
Twenty-four hours without eating, drinking, sleeping, not even needing shift changes, you couldn't find more perfect labor in the whole world!
Now, this chain was cut off by the Demon King himself.
Just as everyone was falling into despair, [I Come To Form The Legs] suddenly brightened up.
