The lord is red again.

Chapter 517 Taking advantage of the opportunity
The old man in the scroll tasted the pain of being besieged by the gods. Their strength was not stronger than his own. Among them, the Prince of Twin Swords, who could serve as a representative figure, once followed behind the old man in the scroll.

But the moment the vibrant magic network and surging magic power were ignited, the screams of the old man in the scroll immediately echoed among the mountains.

The disguise of its body is like a human skin being torn off.

Ana the Skinny Ghost pounced forward, bit the old man's arm tightly, and began to roll and twist instinctively, trying to drag the other party into her crazy fighting style.

The attack was swift and tricky, completely tearing apart the "elegance" of the old man in the scroll and dragging him into the quagmire of struggle. Coupled with the assistance from those around him, the old man in the scroll fell into a disadvantage for a while.

The wild beasts nearby were frightened by the sudden outbreak of the war among the gods and turned around and fled in panic, but not all of them. Those huge monsters as big as mountains still moved forward tenaciously, as if they could easily crush even the gods.

"What's the matter?"

O*O* is confused.

There is a hidden plot, and someone is hiding it!

It is said that the immortals will not deceive the immortals.

"Listen, the one being beaten seems to be asking for help."

The undead who bravely approached heard the shouting of the old man in the scroll.

"Save me, immortal, save me!"

He knows the immortals so well that he even thinks he understands them best in the world.

"I can give you rewards! Give you skills and powerful equipment!"

Issue quests and offer rewards that the undead will never refuse.

The old man in the scroll now looks really miserable. It is true that he has the strength of 6 rings, but there is no lack of 6 ring strongmen among the besiegers. The intensive attacks are already destroying the terrain crazily.

In fact, even if the immortals rushed forward desperately, they might not be able to help much, and they might not even be able to touch the edge.

However, this time the old man in the painting was disappointed.

Because... a giant with a golden exclamation mark on his head appeared.

Linde Armann stood there quietly, his huge shadow covering the ground like a black carpet.

Now it is most likely a plot CG because the gods are fighting.

"The old man in the scroll who is good at deception is our enemy."

Lind's voice came out.

There are still too many differences between your NPC versions. Now is the golden exclamation mark era!

Whoever has this thing on his head has the right to speak, and it is a completely unreasonable right to speak.

Maybe there are many people who enjoy slaughtering NPCs, and some people choose to resist tasks because of their values ​​or facial features, but when it comes to the critical choice, one party is empty talk, while the other party has a golden exclamation mark on his head.

Needless to say, 99% of the undead will choose to accept the quest and believe in the development of the plot.

The golden exclamation mark automatically expanded and turned into text.

[Mission: Defeat the old man in the scroll]

[Reward: May unlock a certain function]

It may be unlocked, because Lind himself is not sure what can be unlocked this time. Everything has to wait until he gets the divine skin from the old man in the scroll.

Looking at the old man in the painting who was under siege, an idea came to Linde's mind.

Even if you don't become a god, it's the same as long as you are powerful.

As the game versions are updated, the monsters that appear later become stronger. Although he believes that this is not a game world, the current development is completely in line with his guess.

From the earliest old aristocrats to the current gods, does trapping oneself in a certain identity mean being complacent?

If he had chosen to completely liberate his old noble power and transformed into a monster like Dragon King Kurt, he might have been very strong at that time, but now his strength is at most 3-4 rings, not even qualified to become a BOSS.

At least his perspective is exactly the same as the undead.

Since even the sleeping gods can wake up, there is no reason why the three gods will not wake up. Now the gods are not cared about by many powerful people in the devil's land, but the enemies from outer space in a few decades are already confirmed as a "trailer".

In this world, prophecy is a very mysterious ability. Everyone's future has infinite possibilities, but when you accidentally capture a ray of the infinite future, the future will unconsciously move closer to that direction.

The undead crossed the wall of fire. Some of them were burned to death on the spot because their health bars were too short, while others rushed over relying on their physical strength, and then drank potions on the spot to restore their health.

boom!
The old man in the painting was smashed to the ground, his body exploded into balls of watercolor, squirming in the wall of flames.

The undead tried to get closer, but he didn't expect that Watercolor would rush towards him so quickly.

Tentacles stretched out and grabbed the undead, pulling him suddenly into the wriggling watercolor.

The health bar quickly dropped to zero, but the watercolor slowly grew larger.

"This thing can kill people and restore health, don't give it away, my friends!"

"Use long-range artillery fire!"

"Is there any tank? Please help me resist."

"Now you know how good our knight dad is, dad is here!"

The knights, with various magical lights burning on their armor, strode forward and inserted large shields of various shapes into the ground. The shields were placed close to each other, merged and connected to form a steel wall.

Long blades extended from the gaps.

The undead can be forever crazy, and forever calm.

The wizard in the back was casting spells frantically, rubbing his hands into fireballs that covered the sky.

"Drive them back! We must not let them recover, control them!"

"Protect the beast and don't let it be eaten."

The survivors of the Eternal Summer's Nest looked at the battlefield, watched the undead go from chaos to order, watched them fight without fear of death, and respect rose in their hearts.

Able to remain calm in times of danger, a natural warrior.

And these warriors now believe in him, that tall figure.

The collision between watercolor and shield finally came, like the collision between fire and ice. The deafening sharp friction sound made people realize how crazy this war was.

A crazy battle between gods and undead, it's about wills, but it's more than that.

No one retreated. The undead people knew very well about this war. They were not the main players in the battle. The only thing they could do was to hold on and not fall behind.

And victory in the war should go to Lind Alman.

The battle lines were tightly closed and the situation was not optimistic. Some of the undead were fighting against the watercolor army of the old man painting the scroll, while others were dealing with the beast tide.

It was already difficult to hold on. If the gods had not intentionally shifted the battlefield to the front of the beast tide during the battle and used the terrifying destructive power of the terrain to block their crazy advance, the Eternal Summer Nest in the rear would have long been reduced to ruins.

The undead was pushed back inch by inch.

Lin De thought to himself, "There are still too few people who can be used."

Although his power seems strong, he holds a lot of say and has many gods following him, but when facing truly powerful enemies in large numbers, he will still be in a tough battle.

It is crucial to have a group of "angels and knights". Of course, the most important thing is to improve your strength and reach the 6th ring, 7th ring, or even higher.

It never ends.

"Leave it to me!" Lind said in an imperative tone.

He walked forward wearing burning heavy armor, his fierce fighting spirit seemed to become fuel, making the flames expand even more wildly.

The gods retreated.

Linde took a step forward, and rushed to the old man in the painting with a high temperature. The soul blade gathered in his palm.

He held the azure sword with both hands, which looked like a bridge to normal people, and stabbed it at the head of the old man in the scroll.

laugh--!
The sword penetrates the flesh, circumventing the body's defenses and reaching straight into the soul.

Magic damage, soul damage, two-handed sword blessing, flames from melting armor, etc.

Among all the undead who were watching this scene, someone couldn't help but say, "Here it comes again, the sword of hanging status."

The most enviable thing about Lind is that he has so many passive skills that it makes people's scalps numb. If he is hit by another BOSS, he will only suffer one or two negative states at most.

If you know who you are facing, you can take resistance medicine in advance.

But it is not very effective against Lind, unless the undead eats himself into a potion jar, and it takes too long to take the potion, which is a waste of time, and the effect will be lost when the fight starts.

The sword pierced through the head of the old man in the scroll, with remarkable effect.

He was very experienced in killing gods. Unless they were "immortal" like himself, there would definitely be a weakness in their bodies.

The old man in the scroll suffered severe injuries, his body twisting and struggling uncontrollably, completely breaking free from control, like a puppeteer whose fingers suddenly became uncontrollable, and the old man in the scroll was the puppet that was being pulled by a string and began to shake and twitch wildly.

Linde twisted the soul blade horizontally.

He saw the old man in the scroll gritting his teeth and divine blood gushing out.

"Wow!"

The watercolor splashes on the ground collapsed like popped bubbles, and the battle line holding back the undead was suddenly empty.

"How will the story end?" The old man in the scroll looked at Lind.

Linde loosened his left hand that was holding the sword, and then another soul blade appeared, stabbed into the opponent's throat, and nailed him to the ground.

Now was not the time to give a victory speech, and if he remembered correctly, gods usually had suicidal tactics, just like he had once used the power of the abyss to self-destruct.

A terrifying energy really began to surge rapidly under his feet. Lind turned his head to look at the gods under him, and they also noticed it.

Frenzy of energy can't deceive anyone.

There are many people on the scene who are suitable for dealing with the next scene, because it will only be a big explosion, or perhaps a small probability of a not-so-glorious mutation.

"Mutation?"

Lind remembered that the last time he felt something "chatting" privately here, he didn't want the bad situation to happen again.

But the situation really started to develop in a direction he didn't want to see.

The old man in the scroll no longer spit out blood, but instead spews out squirming, boiling energy.

The Abyss will seize every opportunity.

Its body squirmed and twisted and grew in an unnatural way. The flesh and bones of its head had their own crazy ambition to grow, twisting and winding their way out.

"It shouldn't be like this."

The old man in the painting had eyes filled with fear.

But the red light of the abyss had begun to occupy his mind, scorching his soul with its fiery intensity.

"black Knight."

"Back off!"

Even if he is a god, he is only a 6-ring god after all.

This strength is just the highest level that the Abyss can negotiate for cooperation. It can be seen that Lind's continuous attacks just now gave the Abyss an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and instilled extremely powerful power.

The body of the old man in the scroll deformed, and the loose outer garment wrapped around his body swelled and then was quickly torn apart, with more and more terrible twisted tumors and tentacles emerging from inside.

Endless body mutations.

Abyss recognized who was in front of him.

There is no way the abyss could forget the bastard who had cheated it of a lot of power. Now the abyss is going to swallow Lind once again, and this time it will never let him escape.

Total slavery!

However, when those sticky and wriggling things touched Lind's body, they were blocked by the molten armor on his body.

"Molten Knight?"

Although the roar was vague, Lind heard it very clearly.

He was in a good mood.

The abundant flames began to burn along the cracks of the armor, forming an energy network, layer after layer, making the flames burning on the armor become very neat, until Lind took a deep breath, the flames disappeared, leaving only the high-temperature chips spreading high temperatures, attached to the armor.

The chest area of ​​the armor was empty, revealing the densely packed emblems on Lind's chest.

The old man in the scroll began to scream, his strength began to increase, and his expanding body knocked Lind away.

Lind turned in the air, adjusting his direction.

The giant fell to the ground and the earth shook.

"I feel like we are just a background board." An undead whispered to his companion.

"Hold on and watch the plot."

"I don't know what level of power Lawder has. I really want to get a set of the same kind. I also want to become a giant."

"Do you think the giant looks familiar?"

"The Giant Sechapus, come to think of it, it kind of looks like him."

Lind looked at the outline of the limbs, which was already difficult to distinguish, and accelerated the energy of the divine skin.

Must one take over the "giant" in order to fully use the power of the giant? Demigods are indeed more than a little bit apart. One is to obtain the authority to use the surface divine power, and the other is to completely integrate the divine power and use it completely.

The swelling body in the distance was already accumulating energy. The old man in the scroll was definitely not a character who was good at fighting. He could only draw a picture and write some story scripts... Maybe he was not even good at writing stories, because the part of the divine skin that was good at writing stories was in Lind's hands.

It should be an interesting scene for a painter whose brain is taken over by madness to use brute force to deal with himself, but Lind is not at ease at all.

Because he noticed that the other party was bursting out with 6 rings of energy, screaming, and accumulating energy.

The shouting became unclear, perhaps with a hint of crazy laughter in it.

The undead had already sensed the full-screen slaughter and began to retreat quickly. The beast tide also retreated according to instinct. Only the giant ones were still rushing forward madly.

The terrifying power was released, the familiar yet unfamiliar terrifying power of the abyss hit Lind hard with a disgusting feeling, causing his internal organs to twist and his brain to become a mess.

But the good news is that he has no real weaknesses, so this attack won't be fatal.

His body was shaking madly.

The golden ghost tried to appear and combined into a ghost dragon, trying to roar in resistance.

"Roar!!"

A force like that of a tidal wave came from above his head. Lind turned his head and saw nothing.

But there is indeed a dragon roar.

The dragon roar that only he could hear came from the dragon rider's keen intuition.

"How many NPCs are hidden in my undead team?"

(End of this chapter)