The lord is red again.

Chapter 501 Palm-sized Armor
Somewhere on top of a mountain range.

Heavy snow covered the mountain tops. Looking from a high point, everything was white.

An eagle-shaped monster spread its wings and flew over the overhead, cutting the white sea of ​​clouds apart with its wings.

"Roar!"

The monster raised its head and roared, declaring that this sky belonged to it.

It saw a burning figure rising rapidly, surrounded by mist stirred up by the heat of ice and snow.

prey!

The eagle-shaped monster folded its wings and dived, regardless of whether the opponent was prey or enemy.

The distance was rapidly shortened, and it rushed forward like a long shuttle, full of murderous intent.

However, just as it approached, golden skeleton arms stretched out from the cloak on its back, forming a strange golden sword, which slashed from top to bottom, splitting the monster in half.

The eagle-shaped monster's corpse splashed with a large amount of blood, which quickly solidified after encountering the cold, causing the land to be covered with sharp red hail. The monster's corpse was also stuck on the top of the mountain in a strange posture.

Lind did not go to see the monster. After obtaining the Melting Armor, he immediately went to look for the furnace to obtain his own legendary potion.

It may not be difficult to promote the Rabbit Tooth Witch to a legendary wizard, but it is unlikely to allow her to easily refine legendary potions, as the materials are not easy to obtain.

"It's good news that no one will die in a short period of time and reach the legendary level?"

As long as the strength of the undead can reach the 4th ring, with their number in the tens of millions, even the abyss in its prime will have no choice but to be chopped to its knees.

If all members have 5 rings, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will probably die even if they reappear.

If all members reach the 6th ring and the three gods emerge again, it is estimated that they will have to elect a new person in charge.

Thinking of this, Linde suddenly felt very happy.

He fantasized that one day when he met the three gods, the undead would stand up and slam the table: "Linde said that he could give us endless materials, endless dungeons, and endless daily tasks. We must choose Linde to be the boss!"

Well, I'll take out my notebook and write something down first. Magdalena and the aunt and nephew of the King of Corruption Grace are trying to steal my girl. In the future, I'll assign a task to the undead to harass them.

Linde's mind was full of random thoughts, and his feet had already landed on the top of the mountain.

He is just an inconspicuous little ant in the vast white world of ice and snow.

The hot air you exhale will freeze into ice in an instant.

This is a desperate place that ordinary life cannot reach. The thin air is icy, even colder than when he was in Star Dragon City. The frozen mountain that he had thought about climbing many times but never did was probably not this high.

Take a step forward and move upward.

As his right foot landed, the snow melted, and with the sole of his foot as the origin, the surrounding snow was burned into white mist, and then turned into a burst of frost as it floated away from Lind.

Ahead is a ruined fortification, and the broken fortress rocks prove that a war once took place here.

This is also where the Melt Armor "awakens".

Lind suppressed the doubts in his mind. What was the relationship between the Molten Knight and the Forge Master? Were they brothers and sisters, or were they using pseudonyms, or were they evil? It had little to do with him at the moment.

Fortunately, this war, which dates back to who knows how long ago, has no enemies now.

Otherwise, any enemy encountered by a mere one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, no matter how weak, would be able to kill Lind in an instant, and it would be useless even if he had thousands of lives.

"Before the undead come, I'll pick up some junk."

They are all broken.

Tattered blades, armor, boots, shields, and more.

As time passed, it lost its original power and turned into a rotten thing that shattered at the slightest touch.

Linde raised his hand and lifted up a stone. The stone was bigger than the others, but it fell into his hands and he felt that he had to "handle it with care".

He turned around and gently put the boulder down.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently.

The weight of the stone is indeed not light, but he is not a human being.

Lind raised his hand and fanned the air gently, then frowned and entered the ruins. This was a downward fortress staircase, built very spaciously. Judging from their body shapes, one could tell that the people moving around here were at least three to five times taller than Lind.

“How tall is God?”

He gestured with his hand.

His current height was gradually surpassing that of an ordinary human, and every god he came into contact with, regardless of their strength, was very tall.

A quick glance.

Walk down and go deeper into the fortress.

With so much experience in exploring ancient ruins, Lind picks up trash differently from the undead. He knows where the real stuff is and where you can't find the good stuff even if you turn everything upside down.

"What is this, it's so unique?"

Lind picked up a palm-sized piece of armor.

"Has this thing existed hundreds or thousands of years ago?"

There is a saying that goes, the less you wear, the higher your armor.

He pulled out a golden ghost from the ghost cloak, and while the other party was confused, he made it wear a palm-sized armor.

"It's still a breastplate, tsk."

Then he raised his fist and punched down.

Boom!
The golden ghost staggered and fell to the ground.

"How about it?"

The golden ghost stood up and scratched his skull with his finger bones. He accidentally scratched into the crack of his skull, which was really painful to see.

The ghost shook his head, then pointed at the armor and nodded.

"It's really useful!"

Even the Mechanicus has not invented the technology to protect the whole body with just a piece of armor the size of a palm.

It might be possible to do it with active magic or shields, but it needs to be activated as an additional skill. And this palm-sized piece of armor is real armor. Even if it only protects the left chest, the buttocks can still be protected when being cut.

"This technology must have been lost now."

Lind could already imagine what the undead would do when they got such an armor.

Dress in the dark, magical summer swimsuit season!

Lord Linde, who loves to look at outfits, does not reject an interesting visual feast. Saving the world is so tiring, and he needs to relax occasionally.

After putting away the palm-sized armor, he continued his journey of exploration.

The front door is stuck.

Linde thought about it and did not raise his foot to kick. Instead, he raised his finger. Fire condensed from his fingertips into a flame, and he quickly drew a circle on the door like electric welding.

Boom! A round hole was burned in the door.

When we entered, we saw that the door was blocked by the collapsed house. One end of the beam had collapsed and stuck on the ground, breaking the barrier between the underground and upper floors.

A ball of warm light emanated from his body, illuminating the space inside.

This seems to be a special study room.

Half of the space was lost due to the collapse, but there was a table in the remaining half with three unfolded parchments on it.

Time has eroded this place, as if the parchment has become brittle. Lind gently raised his hand to fan away the dust. Fortunately, it was not like some Indiana Jones-style movies, where just the movement of air would cause the entire room to collapse. "What is this? Secret language, formula?"

Lind looked at the records above, which were all some special materials. Considering that the furnace was related to the mysterious alchemy, he had reason to believe that this was the recipe for using the furnace.

Unfortunately, many of the things recorded above were things he didn't recognize. It was likely that their names had changed with the changes of the times, or they had completely disappeared from the world. It was even more likely that Lord Linde really didn't recognize them.

Even as strong as he is, it is impossible for him to understand every creature and material in the three continents, plus the Demon Land, a total of four worlds, and these materials also include mutations before and after the end of the world.

"It is better to leave such a great task to the undead."

Lind had no plan to taste hundreds of herbs and record them, but it was still feasible to open a collection book, let the undead people search and record the information themselves, and then find someone to verify and organize it.

At this stage, the role of the undead is just tools. We can't really rely on them to fight. The gap in strength is too big, and these guys turn against us too quickly.

After writing down the recipe, Lind looked around again, but only found a bottle of strange medicine. The medicine had dried up, and the contents looked like mold, so it was most likely not safe to take.

Potions also expire.

After leaving the room, Lind continued searching and finally saw a small platform with a peculiar shape, covered with cracks.

"Can spiders leave webs just about anywhere?"

An ordinary living person here can turn into ice in just a short while, and the big knight will enter a state of continuous blood loss and will inevitably die.

Flames cannot provide temperature, but are more convenient for lighting.

Lind walked to the strange small platform with doubts. He was sure that this was the "furnace" he had been looking for. Unfortunately, it was not a complete furnace, but a broken one.

He raised his right hand, and the gauntlet spread out its wings like a moth with burning wings and flew away, revealing Lind's right hand.

After searching in his ghost cloak, Lind found the fox he had hunted and skinned at some point.

"At the time, they said the fox was pretty and could be made into a scarf."

He used the fox's tail to sweep the furnace, brushing off the dust and cobwebs. He wasn't sure if this thing would work successfully, and after all the trouble he finally found the hope of drinking the new potion, so he couldn't be too careful.

Lind's control over his body has reached an extreme, otherwise he would not have treated the injury as a trivial matter like cutting nails. Even if he stabbed the opponent a dozen times, he could still determine that the opponent was only slightly injured.

Everything was ready, and Lind tried to use the furnace, using spiritual power as a traction to bring the soul into contact with the furnace.

He is not a wizard, does not know magic and has never thought about learning magic, but when it comes to using the soul to make contact, he knows a lot. A blue light emerges from the palm of his hand.

The right hand with blue light gently pressed on the small platform of the furnace, and the next moment light burst out.

……

Rumble.

Enstad continent, noisy snowy mountains.

A beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky. It was very thin at first, but within two or three breaths of time it suddenly expanded, like a suddenly expanding stick that poked open the clouds in the sky.

The clouds in the sky rotate clockwise.

The storm roared, the earth shook, and the sea surged.

Something in these mountains was affected by the sudden appearance of the beam of light.

"quack!"

An eagle-shaped monster spread its wings and flew to the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of the light column.

"Gah!"

More and more eagle-shaped monsters flew out. They formed a black mass. As time went by, their numbers increased and they even turned a snowy mountain into a pitch-black bird peak.

The beam of light suddenly disappeared.

The eagle-shaped monsters rushed towards the snow-capped mountains with fierce light flashing in their eyes.

……

Lind looked up and saw a beam of light penetrated the ruined fortress building above his head, ignoring the collision with objects and flying to the outside world like a signal.

He couldn't care about those things for now, he looked at what he got in his hand.

A bottle of strange potion.

He had a detailed potion recipe and precise proportions, and he had arranged them in order like on a plate. He didn't expect the furnace to mix everything together in an instant, and then this bottle of strange potion appeared, which he couldn't even tell what it was.

Black bubbles gurgled out.

"A legendary Heart of the Abyss is going to be wasted like this?"

It was also different from the potion in the records, so Lind didn't dare to drink it.

He was afraid that he would die immediately after drinking it, or worse, turn into some kind of disaster monster.

"I don't have many legendary Abyss Disaster Hearts on me. If all of them are wasted, do I have to go back to lick the Abyss again?"

He doesn't care much about licking the abyss. As long as the benefits are sufficient, he has no problem enduring any humiliation.

The only problem is that the Abyss probably can't produce any more Legendary Abyss Hearts of Disaster. This thing is a luxury even to use to make an Abyss Lord, and each one is a cut from the Abyss.

When you create the Lord of the Abyss, the Abyss can still recover health when the Lord dies, but the Heart of Disaster that is separated from it is really wasted.

Lind packed the black potion and prepared to find something with strong vitality to drink it down and see how it went down. Then he started using the furnace for the second time.

After all, it was a matter of directly mobilizing almost divine power rather than brewing potions, so it was normal for some things to go wrong.

He put all the materials away. This time he did not brew the legendary Molten Knight potion. He had just thought of brewing this one first. After all, he already had the Molten Knight Armor, and there was no power that was more suitable for him than the Molten Knight.

Since something went wrong, stop the loss in time and try something else first.

Storm Knight, Undead Knight, and Dragon Knight.

"All four need to be tested."

He put down the legendary Storm Rider Path potion and pressed his right hand on the furnace again.

“It’s under control!”

This broken furnace is faulty, so you have to gamble.

The light flickered, and the beam of light shot up into the sky again.

More and more eagle-shaped monsters are gathering from the outside world, and Lind has successfully harvested a Storm Knight Path potion, which is difficult to determine whether it is successful.

The good news is that it doesn't look that bad, unlike Molten Knight, and maybe non-toxic.

The furnace has been shaking and rattling since a while ago.

"It's going to break."

Lind made a prompt decision. He must brew the potion of the Undead Knight path, if for no other reason than being immortal was very suitable for him. How could he be a ranger swordsman with a short health bar?

If you want to be agile and have strong output, a thick health bar is the most basic requirement. This theory also applies to the mage profession.

You have to stand up to output!
The third potion was no different from the second.

While the furnace was still intact, Lind immediately made the Molten Knight Pathway potion again, and this time the effect was quite good.

Kaka!

It started to crack.

Three cannot be missing.

The Dragon Knight Path potion was also made.

A total of four legendary potions of uncertain efficacy and one piece of waste were harvested.

(End of this chapter)