The lord is red again.

Chapter 513 I want to surrender
The mushroom cloud exploded in Lind's palm.

Lind, who is physically strong, chose to use his body to withstand the impact.

"To increase your favorability, you need to hold the fragment of the magic ring connected to the head. How is this different from the old novels where you grab the tail of a female beast and she will give herself to you?"

Lind grabbed the fragments of Tione and felt the other party's emotional feedback.

This feeling was very magical. After he had obtained many fragments of magic rings, he had thought about using this power, but the conclusion was only to use it to forge weapons or armor.

He himself did not master such skills.

All the cursed or blessed weapons circulating in the world are naturally formed. Occasionally some are related to religious beliefs, but the gods that Lind knows are clueless about this.

It is their normal practice to pick up a sacred artifact and then claim that it is the manifestation of their own power.

Bind all miracles to yourself.

He used the debris of the explosion as a bond, and then had a purely emotional friendly match, without any special feelings mixed in, just friendship.

Sister Huan, who had never shown any emotion, stretched out her legs. The legs under her long skirt were definitely not as thin as they looked visually. Her thighs were fleshy enough, and the stockings that were cut into her thighs could prove it. When she clamped his waist, Lind admitted that his specialty was not close combat. His thick health bar only showed that he had a good foundation. What he was really good at was skills.

The scorching hot magic potion blasted out in the first battle penetrated the path, causing Tionne, whose mood began to fluctuate violently, to want to retreat involuntarily, but Lind's second pursuit was like a wild animal that pounced on a person and hit him hard on the head.

Sister Huan, who flew into the sky, was hit in the heart.

She choked and struggled hard, especially because her body's instincts and the fierce counterattack of the magic ring fragments were all carried out while she was in a state of unconsciousness.

The subconscious counterattack of the legs was blocked by Lind's knees, and the magic ring... was suppressed by his palms.

Until the body's instinctive resistance was destroyed by Lind's precise bombing.

Tione hugged Linde's neck and looked up at the man who was face to face with her.

Linde pulled himself out of Tionne's mouth.

At this moment, Sister Huan's armor had been torn. It was obvious that the violent physical confrontation just now had left her seriously injured, as could be seen from the bloody limbs of Lind's body.

"Can you still fight?"

"Of course, I feel like the wound is already healing."

Lind marveled at the magic of the magical physique.

But thinking again about himself, who couldn't even be considered a human being, he thought of those familiar people far away on another continent.

But it is not time to go back yet. As NPCs of the Novice Continent, they will be very safe. Raniya and others are also occupying the entire continent, and they should not bring the attention on themselves back.

At least he didn't plan to get involved too much before finding a way to allow the old nobles to safely improve their strength.

"Fragments and old nobles, Knights of the Ring."

Lind had to admit that his brain became extremely clear after the fierce battle, allowing him to think in an absolutely calm manner, just like now.

"Linde?"

Tione's voice remained cold.

Nothing could be more exciting than hearing those emotionless, cold, and sacred words saying, "I can fight again."

It was an unexpected and surprising discovery that my fiancée had an emotional antenna.

"Didn't you tell me not to read comics drawn by undead people? But I remember the one called Train Bento was drawn by undead people... Hmm."

"I meant later!"

The bloodline of the Alman family needs to be continued, and the fiancée has an obligation to do so. Even the great Lord Lind Alman has thought of more, but now he must first understand how much his fiancée has learned.

"Can we hold hands?"

"of course."

……

"He's dead, it's all your fault!"

Every day for the undead is noisy.

If this was a novel about traveling to another world, one soul from Earth could mess up the entire world, then tens of millions of souls from Earth would definitely not allow this world to be peaceful.

Recently the undead have been madly attacking the Bard's role-playing storyline.

There are fewer and fewer optional stories, but the number of undead has not decreased, but is increasing instead. Everyone is attracted by the rewards given by Lind.

Especially after Lind defeated the monster bird in the "CG" and let the undead pick up some legendary materials, many usable parts of those legendary materials have been discovered at this stage.

The simplest way to use it is to forcibly combine it with a weapon, tie the claws to the sword and use it to chop people. It is very sharp.

There are many other ways to use Shadahan.

We also believe that there are definitely other ways to exploit it, but they have not been updated and unlocked yet.

The old man in the painting scroll has been a little anxious recently.

He disguised himself as an immortal and completed many tasks, but he still didn't find what he wanted.

The only word I hear often lately is "private chat".

What is private chat and how to have a private chat? No one helps the old man in the scroll to interpret it.

Moreover, in his interactions with the undead, he discovered that the undead often spoke words that he could not understand but could gradually understand.

For example, "send a link", "private message me", "what is the picture", etc.

They represent an image called "video", a string of text, and a pattern respectively.

Even gods would never be able to know these contents, so even though he has the ability to communicate with other people telepathically, the old man in the scroll has always been very well-behaved and dared not project his voice into the mind of the undead.

"Where are you going?"

"Doing the mission."

The two undead who have been cooperating with the old man in the scroll are also very anxious. The NPC disguised as undead has been silent all the time. He completes tasks and collects materials obediently every day, and looks no different from everyone else.

And there is no way to increase this guy's favorability.

There's no need to continue wasting time with him. The attitudes of the two undead men also took a sharp turn for the worse, and they were becoming impatient recently. In order to protect the hidden mission that seemed extremely important, they had not teamed up with others.

At the current stage, whether it is material accumulation or wealth accumulation, they are completely behind other undead people, and the map development is even more backward.

While others have already used brand new magic prosthetic limbs, they only cut off one arm and are still using an old model passed down by other undead.

The sunk cost is a bit high, and they are a bit reluctant to just give up the NPC in front of them.

Forget it, just take him with you to complete the mission.

"What mission?" The old man in the scroll explained, "I've been a little busy since I went offline recently. Although I usually grind for materials, I watch videos whenever I have time. Man, you know what I mean."

The two undead men looked at each other.

Even though they have been with each other for a long time, they still find it incredible. They have perfected the way the undead chat with each other and are proficient in all the latest popular online memes. If you say this is AI intelligence, then it is too smart, and it often makes them feel chilling.

I really can't tell if the other person is a real person.

"I see. It's nothing serious actually. There's just a bard who lets us experience a role-playing plot."

"Where's the mission reward?"

"The quest issued by the Black Knight, the reward is the Path Potion of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

The old man in the painting nodded excitedly: "What a good thing! Let's go over there right away!"

He ran away because the Black Knight was very likely to find him, but he didn't expect to meet him again now. However, as a qualified undead, it would be a problem for him to hear the task given by the Black Knight and not accept it.

Regardless of whether the mission can be completed or not, the undead's style of doing things is to accept the mission as soon as it is given, and it doesn't matter whether it can be completed or not.

The two undead men were chatting quietly.

"Sure enough, NPCs are still not perfect enough."

"That's normal. If he is exactly like us, that would be too scary."

"But how does he know so many Internet memes?"

"Is it possible that we normally can't talk without clichés, so he learned it from us?"

"I accidentally trained an artificial idiot who is good at bad jokes? I suddenly feel a sense of accomplishment. What's going on?"

As long as you are an undead, you will definitely not be able to escape the bombardment of information related to the Black Knight recently.

Especially after he appeared in front of the Misty Rain City, killed the strange bird and demonstrated four advanced professions, he was already regarded by the undead as a skill instructor of the Knight Path.

There is only one possibility that can make the undead who have no fighting spirit seize the time and take action, and that is "changing jobs".

No undead can refuse to change his job.

Cooler professional skills, stronger output, cooler appearance, and maybe more open life and social interaction. The most important thing is that a new version update may be coming.

Everyone wants to upgrade to level 30.

"Let's go, then?"

Seeing that neither of them spoke, the old man in the painting had no choice but to ask the question himself.

The three of them went to the store and spent money to buy scorpion fleas for transportation, including water and food needed for long-distance travel, and a map.

The map becomes very important at this stage, because before this, Magdalena had used the power of the undead to help the King of Corruption occupy a lot of territories. Her plan is to use this to attack all the way to the main gate of Wuyu City.

However, man proposes, God disposes. In just one mission, Lind drew out most of the undead.

The undead, who had no feelings for the Demonic Land, just sat back and watched the conquered land being taken away.

There was absolutely no ripple in my heart.

As long as it doesn't delay the main storyline, it's fine. Besides, isn't the main storyline about defeating the abyss? Retaking the Misty Rain City is just a "side story". The side story can fail, it doesn't matter at all.

The route to find the key plot character, the bard, is crowded with undead, and from a distance it looks like a caravan of migrating camels in the desert.

"I'm jealous."

The undead man on the left of the old man in the scroll sighed.

Facing his confused gaze, the other party explained: "You see, their entire bodies have been transformed into mechanical ascensions. From now on, they no longer need to eat to replenish their energy, and they are also immune to many negative effects."

How is this a good thing?
The old man in the scroll didn't understand. Perhaps there was something special about the gods of the Mechanicus, but in his opinion, transforming the body would undoubtedly abandon many possibilities. This way of improving strength was extremely incompatible with the life that grew on the land illuminated by the magic ring.

The immortals are a group of lunatics who are eager for quick success.

After making an evaluation in his mind, the old man in the painting continued on his way. However, as he walked, he gradually felt that something was wrong, as if some things in his mind were being pulled away.

"The owner of the divine skin!"

The old man in the painting was shocked. Could it be that the Black Knight came to visit him?
Like repels like, and he would never be wrong about the feeling of that power.

At the same time, the handsome face of the bard who was telling the story also changed.

He could sense an uncomfortable presence approaching him.

He was completely surrounded by the undead in three layers inside and outside. He gained a lot from telling stories non-stop, but it was obvious that now was definitely not a good time to tell stories.

time to go!
The bard glanced at a warrior in front of him, who was immersed in the story of the battle between the Black Knight and the underground monster bird.

After coming into contact with enough undead, the bard discovered who owned the other two divine skins. One of them was the Black Knight, whom he could not match. Just from the terrifying strength displayed by the other party, he was sure that he was no match for him.

The other old man in the scroll, his "old acquaintance", may not be aware of his existence, because the other party is a god who exists because of the power of the master of the story, but the master of the story exists because of himself.

If the person coming is Lind, he will undoubtedly be defeated, but he may not die, because from the other party's "story", he can understand that Lind is not a person who wants to kill everyone, he would rather conquer.

If it were the old man in the scroll, the situation would definitely be worse.

The old man in the painting who escaped from the "mutated" Moon Kingdom has an obsessive pursuit of the integrity of the story.

The old man in the scroll will surely tear himself into pieces, peel off his own skin alive, and then become more "complete".

"I should have listened to them and at least not exposed the divine skin on me. But who can refuse to tell a story?"

Storytelling is what he’s all about.

“When can I finish all 10 stories?”

"The task Linde gave is too difficult."

"Does anyone know how to unlock it? No new stories have appeared so far."

Listening to the undead's complaints, the bard felt apologetic, because his strength was not enough to support himself in telling more stories. Every time he cut a story, he needed to consume a lot of energy.

But now the situation seems to have reversed.

The bard asked the undead in front of him: "Can you find Lind Alman? The black knight?"

"I know where he is, but I can't invite him."

The opponent didn't even think about it. As long as Lind appeared in the undead's sight, he could lock the opponent's position without any obstacles.

"I want to meet him." The bard hesitated, then said, "In return, I can tell you 10 stories."

There was a lot of wailing on the spot.

"Damn, so this is how you complete all 10 tasks. No wonder I can't get it done."

Bard:?
He didn't understand what it meant.

Only the undead man in front of him nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll take you there, no, I'll bring him here!"

(End of this chapter)