Looking at Yidir again, the Regent King somewhat understood Yidir's identity as a Calamity Servant. "Have you used your own flesh as a vessel to concoct the Blood and Flesh Plague?"
Yidir, panting heavily, did not answer. For someone like him who feared death, even self-mutilation was an act laden with immense psychological pressure.
Handing the bloody tumor to the Regent King, Yidir understood that while the other side claimed it was cooperation, it was actually unilateral coercion. Both he and Hammer wanted to survive, and could only heed the other's commands unquestioningly.
"Crush it, and the plague will spread," Yidir continued, "But judging from the current situation, it will corrupt at most a few buildings before being discovered by the Order Bureau."
"That's enough," the Regent King took the tumor, "I just don't want the Order Bureau to return empty-handed, knowing how troublesome these guys really are."
