The lord is red again.

Chapter 507 A new era
Entry ticket to the Demon Land.

The old man in the scroll successfully obtained the ticket to other material planes, and turned and left at the urging of the "delicious party" who changed their faces in a hurry.

"Fortune favors fools?"

The undead leader curled his lips as he looked at the old man in the scroll wearing a Pepsi cloak and leaving.

He didn't even know to grab things at the critical moment and needed someone to remind him. Did he really think that I could help him 100% step by step?

"Drinking Pepsi."

The old man in the scroll tried several times to explore the secrets of "Pepsi" and "Coca-Cola", and even believed that it contained some special information about the war of faith, and it was a war of faith among the undead.

He once observed that the immortals had no faith in religion, would not turn against each other, and would even frequently change their allegiance. However, it was different when they met Pepsi and Coca-Cola.

We arrived at the meeting place at the last minute.

The tall tower in the distance was covered with the golden light of the setting sun, and the buildings spread out all around were shining brightly under the sun, and there was no sign of any connection with the "Great Tomb".

A wide and long road is sandwiched between towering buildings on both sides, extending to the end of the sight, which is the end point to the devil's land.

The closer we got, the more guards there were on both sides, who strictly monitored and guarded the important roads.

But in the eyes of the old man in the scroll, this does not seem to be preventing the undead from leaving the continent, but more like making the undead understand how precious the tickets are.

"Line up here!" someone shouted from the front.

The old men in the scroll lined up consciously, and when they didn't know what to do, they followed others.

The tall figure of the Prince of Twin Swords appeared in the sight, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he quickly lowered his head. With the strength of the old man in the scroll, he was not worried that his identity would be seen through by the Prince of Twin Swords. It was just that those who went to the Demonic Land were all undead, so the Prince of Twin Swords did not need to recognize who he was, as long as he made sure that he was not an undead.

If a conflict really occurred, the old man in the scroll did not have enough confidence that he could defeat the Prince of Two Swords in a short period of time. If the Black Knight returned, he would be walking into a trap in the most foolish way.

Many conjectures emerged in his mind, and he tried to compare the results of those conjectures and eliminate them one by one.

There is no more convenient way to prove that you are an immortal than to find the same topic as the immortal, such as talking about the immortal's beliefs.

"What do you believe in? Coca-Cola or Pepsi?"

The undead man who was suddenly asked the question by the old man in the scroll was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were fixed on the old man's cloak with a strong sense of shame. What was the difference between this and the guy wearing "urea" in front of him.

abstract!

The immortal shook his head: "I don't drink Coca-Cola, nor do I drink Pepsi."

"what do you drink?"

The old man in the painting did not expect that the fierce war of faith would lead to new problems. The faith of the undead was so chaotic. It was just a small theocracy, but it would involve multiple problems?

"see you again~"

The other party blinked and gave an expression that said "you get it".

The old man in the painting also blinked.

Someone nearby joined the conversation: "Kid, this is not funny."

The old man in the painting couldn't keep up with the times, but he found that when he joined in their conversation, no one felt it was awkward or wrong.

This meant that he had already successfully disguised himself and integrated into the undead. If he listened to more, he would definitely be able to mistake the fake for the real thing.

The man said, "I don't drink Coke, I don't drink Pepsi, and I don't drink iced tea."

"what do you drink?"

"Jing! Liquid!" The other person held his head high, "And I only drink the genuine version without Jing."

The old man in the painting opened his eyes wide, the taste of the undead was so strange, and he was just a pure god from the fairy tale country.

"How much advertising fee did Dayao give you?"

Broken, can’t understand.

Before this, believers all said that the faith of the undead was not pure. Now, in the eyes of the old man in the painting, they were the fanatics who not only understood their own faith but also understood the faith of their opponents.

At the same time, the old man in the scroll also sticks to his identity.

Pepsi bro!

If someone doubts him, he only needs to retort, "Even dogs don't drink it," and he can perfectly protect his identity.

This long war of faith has finally ended, not because they have decided the winner, but because they can finally go to the devil's land.

The torrent that crosses the dimensions does not make people feel comfortable. They are like being shot into the sky by a cannonball, hoping that they will not be blown to pieces and can arrive safely.

This kind of teleportation is not absolutely safe, and death is always present.

But because the target is the undead, no one cares. The teleportation is interesting only if it is not 100% successful, as long as it is not you who has the problem.

This journey across the planes was not smooth, and the Prince of Dual Swords was also bound to make mistakes. These mistakes were unavoidable unless his strength became stronger, reaching the 7th ring.

The air was filled with fluctuations, and the undead had no awareness that they were about to be annihilated. Some even began talking to themselves in excitement over the chance of being "one in a hundred".

"Brothers, we finally met, lost in the turbulence of time and space!"

The old man in the painting made a move quietly, doing his best to stabilize it while ensuring that he would not be exposed.

"Fuck, Brother Pepsi, did you trigger some mission?"

The undead man who believed in iced black tea at the side asked.

"what?"

The old man in the painting did not expect that he would be noticed just by doing some small movements.

"No."

Shake your head decisively!

The Ice Tea Immortal winked at the Jingye Immortal, and the two immediately started a private chat.

"He should be an NPC. I didn't expect the game to have progressed to this point."

"How did you tell?"

"We just received a message that the space-time turbulence is about to cause us all to be lost in it."

"Yeah, but it was fixed in the blink of an eye. I was so happy for nothing."

"Everyone reacted, except Pepsi."

The probability of encountering a major event is extremely small.

Entering the turbulence of time and space is equivalent to being "stuck in a bug" and entering an unexplorable area, which is - a new map!

Among the undead who are heading to the devil's land now, 100 out of 100 people have a strong desire to explore. New maps, new forces, new powers, new enemies, new equipment, etc., each of them will attract them.

Otherwise, staying in the more stable Novice Village continent is more suitable for social types.

I am eager to go to the new map, but I have no interest in the new map which is the most mysterious at the moment. It cannot be said that I have no interest at all, but it can be said that I seem to have no idea about it.

unusual.

Never doubt the immortal's "frame-watching" ability. It is normal for them to use a few minutes of trailer to expose the true colors of a game.

"Maybe he was distracted?"

"Simple, if you don't believe me, ask him another question."

"Row."

The two ended their private chat seemingly as if nothing had happened.

"Pepsi bro."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The old man in the scroll has integrated himself into his identity.

"What's your ID? Add me as a friend."

"I'm used to being a lone wolf."

The Jingye Immortal who had just asked the question looked at the Binghongcha Immortal and asked in private: "Isn't this one of us?"

"Ask him something he doesn't know." "What? If you ask him about some old jokes on the Internet, he may not know it because he doesn't surf the Internet in time."

Not everyone surfs the Internet intensively.

"Ask him a question that will give him extra points."

Tone of voice can be imitated, appearance can be disguised, but some common sense cannot be concealed by magic.

"I saw the world the last time I went to Pallet Town. It's worthy of being the capital."

"..." The Ice Tea Immortal blinked.

Isn't this an easy question? Since the other party is an intelligent AI, they must be able to distinguish the basic knowledge of the earth.

"Brother Pepsi, have you ever been to the capital? Let me tell you, it's so authentic."

The old man in the painting wrote down the key information, then shook his head: "I'm a otaku, and I never had the chance to go."

He already knew the special chat vocabulary, so when he spoke, no one would feel that there was anything wrong.

But the two undead men had strange expressions.

I didn't expect it to be so simple to try out.

There have been many cases of NPCs disguising themselves as undead, but those NPCs would be specially marked and very easy to identify. However, this time the NPC in front of him did not feel out of place at all. He could learn the undead's words and grow quickly, and he was wearing a standard logo-style outfit. No matter who saw him, no one would doubt his identity.

Private chat again.

"This game has a very high intelligence, and the model is very well tuned, and has its own personality. I think it would pass the Turing test."

"Is there a hidden mission?"

"Keep a close eye on it."

Land smoothly.

The noisy chattering has ended, and the undead have arrived at the devil's land.

The undead led the novice village, and a huge and towering city-state came into view.

"finally reached!"

The old man in the painting, who had no idea that he had been exposed, wanted to move freely, but was grabbed by the arms on the left and right by two undead men.

"Come on, bro, go get the cat."

"what?"

He really didn't know this, but when the old man in the scroll saw a group of undead people obtaining cats through prayer, he knew that he absolutely could not accept the blessing ceremony.

If the gods accept the gods' blessings, they will be exposed immediately.

"That's not right. Brother Pepsi doesn't seem to dare to go. What should I do?"

"Then let him go quietly, but we have to tie him up on our warship. Think about it, there must be a hidden mission!"

The two of them quickly completed their private chat again and made their next plan of action.

Don’t claim the cat for now, there’s no rush, but you must not miss the hidden quest.

"Where do you want to go next, bro?"

"I?"

The old man in the painting did not expect that the two people with different religious beliefs would take the initiative to ask him.

"I want to get information about the Demon Land first."

intelligence?

It turns out to be a fake immortal!

In the eyes of the undead, as long as there are footprints of the undead in this world, there will be absolutely no secrets. More than half of the map of the entire devil's land has been opened. If one person knows it, everyone knows it.

"Information, I heard there's a place called Stone Beast Castle, it seems to be well-informed, we can go there to investigate."

The old man in the painting nodded: "Then let's go to Stone Beast Castle."

“We don’t know the way.”

"..."

"But we can take an escort mission. We can earn some money and go to Stone Beast Castle. What do you think?"

"can."

The old man in the scroll did not refuse. Compared with the undead who were well-informed and knew the activity ranges of some magical beasts, he was absolutely clueless about breaking into this place. Without the undead, he would most likely be completely in the dark.

His own strength is nothing in the Enstad continent. In this devilish land where even the Black Knight has to keep his tail between his legs, the danger will only be higher.

Therefore, exposing one's identity and forcing one's way in was not within the plan of the old man in the painting.

……

[Time and space turbulence, explore unfamiliar maps through bugs!]
"Brothers, this time when I took the 'Express' to the Demonic Land, there was a little trouble on the way. I accidentally got stuck in a space-time rift, and then came to a sunny material plane. The following video is my exploration experience. It's a pity that I died and returned to the safe zone to revive."

Lind watched the undead's adventure video and didn't expect that the undead's brain had such a strong adaptability that they could even find a suitable reason when a bug occurred.

However, the reason they found seems to be correct. Most of the time, space-time turbulence will make people lost in the void, and only in rare cases will they go to a certain material plane.

The undead person in the video is one of the lucky ones.

"You bunch of undead people always come up with something new for me!"

Lind looked away.

He raised his hand and tried to tear it, but the air was not torn apart.

Oh no, he almost forgot that he was no longer the Black Knight blessed by the power of the abyss. He could no longer perform the cross-dimensional tasks that required 6 rings.

But luckily, he has an underground tunnel worm.

But before that he must capture the old man in the scroll.

Lind turned into a cannonball and quickly streaked across the sky, appearing at the place where the fighting was most intense on the continent of Enstad.

The alliance of gods has long been shattered.

The Deep Angel is considered to be the god of the path to the [Undead Knight]. It is said that he has the ability that no one can kill him. His strength is 6 rings.

But when Lind saw the other party, he did not detect any aura similar to that of the Undead Knight from him. It was completely different.

When he saw himself, the Deep Angel was also a little panicked.

Every time Linde appeared, he shocked the gods present. He killed as soon as he appeared, and ordinary gods didn't dare to look for him at all.

"Where is the old man with the scroll?"

"already left."

"leave?"

Linde raised his eyebrows. He could guess why the other party left.

In the battle of theocracy, there is no right or wrong, only war.

At least what the old man in the scroll showed at this moment was a determination to fight to the death. He ran away because he knew he couldn't win, but he was not prepared to hand over the divine skin.

"How is the alliance now?"

“It’s falling apart.”

The Deep Angel's answer was brief and to the point.

The Alliance of 12 Gods, two of them were abducted by Lind, the one with the Melted Armor was worn by Lind after he was killed, the old man with the scroll left, and the rest were no longer united.

Especially when they saw Lind coming back wearing the Melt-carved armor, they knew that everyone would be in great danger if they faced Lind.

"Pledge your loyalty to me," Lind said, "and join a new era."

(End of this chapter)