The lord is red again.

Chapter 518: Lords Preempt Registration, No Need for Face

The wriggling body of the old man in the abyss-like painting that was causing the undead people so much headaches suddenly stagnated and disintegrated, but soon gathered again.

The attack that could have put the gods to sleep had disappeared.

Linde breathed a sigh of relief. Although for him, as long as he could kill with one strike, there would be no such thing as "serious injury", and all injuries could be recovered in the shortest time. However, it was a blessing to be able to save his men, which could save him a lot of trouble.

Putting aside the fact that there might be more NPCs hiding among the undead, Lind stepped on the old man in the scroll and swung his arms quickly amid the terrible sound of flesh and bones breaking.

One after another, the soul blades penetrated the heavy body, which seemed to ignore physical attacks and resist most magical attacks.

Unrestrained power swung from the wriggling flesh tentacles on its body, pulling out pieces of energy networks.

At this time, the old man in the scroll could no longer be seen in his original shape. His body and limbs were fused together, and began to split under the attack of the "true damage" caused by Lind's soul blade.

Cracks appeared all over his body, and mouths like cracks grew out, with sharp whispers of the abyss squeezing out from them, like black bubbles sticking to his body, entwining his body and drilling into the depths of his soul.

Lind is not the only one who knows how to attack souls, Abyss is also an expert at it.

To be more precise, Storm Knight Mien and the Abyss were once rivals, and Soul Blade and Corrupted Smile of the Abyss had fought countless times.

The "mouths" that were originally just cracks suddenly began to grow teeth, and dozens of eyeballs appeared in each mouth, just like fish eggs filling up the mouth.

But soon, those wet and wriggling eyeballs exploded with crackling sounds.

out of control.

A face rose from the squirming and trembling monster, and the old man in the scroll looked at Lind.

"How do you think the story ends?"

puff!

The Soul Blade Greatsword pierced through the old man's head in the scroll, nailing him to the ground.

Lind ignored the old man in the scroll and pulled out the divine skin from him. Then he melted the armor on his body and burned it faster. The flames spewed out and turned into a flaming cloak that pushed him forward, pushing him over the old man in the scroll and crashing into the giant beast that was already crushing him from a distance.

He doesn't have a cursed heart now, so the right choice is to minimize contact with the abyss.

After just a simple contact, his body had been invaded by the power of the abyss.

The Krait Crest is feasting.

Crossing the sky, Lind's huge body still looked small next to the giant beast that looked like a giant peak.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the giant under his feet.

The flames gathered, followed by a terrifying roar and raging flames, igniting part of the giant beast. The body was as solid as a rock. No matter how many attacks it suffered, the huge figure did not stop, but it shook under Lind's bombardment.

Silence covered the battlefield.

No matter how far away they were, anyone who saw this scene with their own eyes seemed to hear the sound of Lind jumping off the beast and his boots hitting the ground heavily.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to the figure who had been fighting with the old man in the scroll who was trapped in the abyss a moment ago. After stabbing the opponent to death with his swords, he turned and flew towards the giant beast, shaking the opponent with his absolute strength.

The track in the sky that was burned red by the flames had not yet dissipated, like a fiery red bridge, connecting the battlefield of the gods in front of the Eternal Summer's Nest and the behemoth trench in the distance.

The figure wearing the Melted Armor, walking back with heavy steps, just left indifferently.

The flames on the armor went out.

The Black Knight's powerful fighting ability was demonstrated at this moment.

In the distance, Owen Qiangshou, who was watching this scene, suddenly remembered a song. He couldn't remember what the lyrics were. A rough guy like him didn't like to remember those things.

But he still remembered the scene of that person singing in the roaring choir. At that time, as a defector who had just left the Gravel Mountains, he went as a mercenary to assist a city that was about to be breached.

He was the one on offense.

Just like this scene.

The monk in the choir, with only one left, sang madly.

A city burning under the flames of war, flags planted on corpses, a war that is doomed to fail, a crazy belief, and a god of war descending from the sky.

Boom! !
The "mountain" collapsed, and as Lind walked forward calmly, after shaking several times, it was finally unable to withstand the serious injuries on its body and fell to the ground with a bang.

A storm caused by the collapse of a mountain swept in, blowing away the dust of the battlefield.

The mountain went from standing to falling down, and Owen Strong's heart surged with it, his blood flowing faster with the sound of his accelerated heartbeat.

"Kill!!"

The undead swarmed forward, filling the battlefield with a sea of ​​people again.

Gods of various shapes each occupy an area.

Among the undead warriors covered in various magical lights, Owen Strongbeast also roared forward, admitting that Lind had won his admiration.

Naturally admire the strong.

The beast tide did not retreat and they continued to fight with the undead. However, with the gods under Lind joining the battlefield, it was impossible for them to win an absolute victory.

Linde swept his gaze among the undead, and finally retracted his gaze.

Although I don’t know who the NPC that made the dragon roar is, it is certain that the other party is stronger than me, and he is a friend, not an enemy, at least an enemy of the abyss.

Do dragons and dragon riders have a good relationship?
I don’t think it will be good. If someone wants to ride on him, he will definitely get angry.

The war has truly entered a stalemate.

……

"Leave someone who can represent you to give some blessings to the undead, and grant them power as long as they pray."

Linde is giving lessons to the gods.

They had come into contact with the undead before, and had been with Lind for a long time, so they were familiar with the basic rules. They had their own logic for blessing the undead, how to charge, etc.

The gods are still too weak.

Each of them is well-balanced in all aspects and has no special features. They must be difficult to deal with as a BOSS. The almighty BOSS and their attributes are absolutely crushing. They are the absolute nightmare of the undead.

Being balanced in a battle of the same level means being bad in every aspect. Only Ana the Skinny Ghost is pretty good, but her IQ is not enough.

Above the Nest of Eternal Summer, the light of the gods flickered madly.

Perhaps this is the only place that can accommodate so many complex beliefs. If gods met in such a narrow range in other places, they would have fought each other long ago.

Linde quickly blended the divine skin.

With three pieces of divine skin, the power of the story master has been completely obtained. As long as Lind chooses to completely possess this power and obtain the divine authority, he can become the real story master.

"Seven rings?"

Moreover, he is a 7th ring who is not good at fighting. He must be mentally ill to choose to bind himself with this identity. Although I have heard that some gods have multiple divine powers and hold multiple positions.

Lind's attention was focused on the ability of the old man in the scroll.

Ability, drawing.

Able to completely disguise one's appearance, making it difficult to be discovered. "Is this the way you imitate the undead?"

He has had experience in writing stories. As long as he is given a direction and requirements, he can write the story on his own, but it is hard to say whether it will be readable.

There are often some headache-inducing situations.

When talking about the pictures, Lind thought of William who was thrown far away by him. Now that guy is still working in the underground tomb of the Black Knight, that is, "Skin".

The target this time is not the undead. Although the undead like to wear different clothes, at this stage most people will pursue values ​​while pursuing beauty.

Good-looking clothes have bad attributes, good-looking clothes have good attributes, ugly clothes have good attributes, and so on. Making it impossible for the undead to ever easily get what they want is a necessary prerequisite for being a leek.

If you can give the undead nice skins at will, what would happen if they all chose the ugliest but best-status clothes and then put on a layer of skin? Who would still do cyber corvée?

Lind's target is his NPC subordinates.

First, be the first to "register" and make the golden [!] and [?] your own. This is not difficult.

Whether it is a god or an ordinary lord, they all have their own seals to show their identity.

Lord Linde is shameless. He decided that [!] and [?] would be his exclusive seals for the future, and he would use his story master's ability to grant every NPC under his command the ability to light up [!] and [?].

When everyone is pursuing an immersive experience, an NPC that stands out will stand out.

Other NPCs will only think that the undead trust Lind more. After all, seeing [!] and [?] is equivalent to seeing the lord himself.

And no one would choose to give up their seal.

It just so happens that Lord Linde is not among them.

He was in a good mood.

The war in the Gravel Mountains has come to an end, with Lind taking back all the divine power over the story.

Like any battle, the war will not end immediately. Those crazy beasts, small-scale beast tides, or some cunning people who like to launch sneak attacks will still have to survive.

The Gravel Mountains are almost completely in the hands of wild beasts, who make their nests there.

Just like the giant beast that was seriously injured and defeated by Linde, its body has become the best choice for many wild beasts to build nests, as well as those abnormally huge ancient tree branches, caves, lakes, cracks in rocks, etc.

Even if the number of undead reached a million, it would be difficult to collect them all, as the wild beasts reproduce very quickly.

There is no doubt that the war continues and the undead have a fixed "copy".

……

"My Lord, I don't think this makes any sense."

Nur, a Mechanicus believer, tried to persuade Lind. He had followed Lind for some time, but his lack of strength allowed him to only produce things below level 3. It was not that he could not produce higher levels, but piling up the materials was not difficult to be honest.

Just like breaking off the horn of a seven-ring dragon and then making it into a staff or a big sword, that can only be regarded as "beautification work", and in essence it is still using the ability of the material itself.

Real forging is not like this at all.

"Like this."

Noor held the huge worg corpse like a horse, but now it was limp.

"Its skin can be used to make cloaks, its teeth can be used to forge weapons, and its hardest skulls can be used to make helmets," Lind said.

Noor nodded, "Yes, but there is no objection to this. It is no different from the things we built."

It's just a different appearance, but there's almost no change in defensive performance. Why spend the effort to build it? It's a waste from any perspective.

Time, manpower, material resources, etc.

"No, that's the biggest difference." Lind looked at the body, thought for a while and said, "Oh, add some random things on it."

"random?"

"Yes, for example, if you wear it, you can buy things cheaper, or if you wear it, you will be more charming and more likable, so you choose the ugliest one to increase your charm." Lind has a bad taste, "Or you can get more rewards by completing tasks after wearing it."

"what?"

All this was beyond Noor's cognition and he didn't understand.

"Calculation shouldn't be a problem for you. Just set up some formulas, and then add fixed improvements to each piece of production equipment. For example, people with seats last in numbers 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 will buy things cheaper." He had to teach slowly.

The equipment is useless, but Lind can make them useful.

If the undead don’t frantically craft weapons and equipment, and kill monsters and dig for materials, how can they earn money?
"What about the charms?"

"I am the lord." Linde said.

It may be difficult for others to make an NPC like someone, but it is very easy for Lind, for example, a piece of clothing he wore was praised by the lord.

The battle that just ended made Lind's popularity in the Eternal Summer's Nest reach its highest point, and almost all NPCs worshipped him crazily.

"I need a chronicler."

He admitted that he missed Miss Doris, the recorder who always "accidentally" left her notebook behind. At this time, she would be very smart to help him convey his meaning.

"Lord Linde's Fashion Magazine" or "Appreciation of Alman Armor", there are always more solutions than problems.

"I understand."

"Remember, don't create too many weapons with special effects. If an undead person asks how to get a special effect, tell them it's random."

Noor: “Yes.”

If we do this, won’t the undead go crazy?

As believers of the Mechanicus, mechanical ascension, absolute rigor, reproducible data and so on are their advantages. Except for a little bit of "luck" when conducting research, they can be very stable most of the time.

Just like that, the blacksmith shop with various signs such as "exclusive to Eternal Summer's Lair" and "some bonuses are only useful in Gravel Mountains and Eternal Summer's Lair" was finally opened.

It was similar to what Nur thought. Most of the undead would come to forge a weapon once, and after finding that there was no difference between the ones they had, they would choose to leave.

At most, they would forge weapons of good appearance and carry them around for use.

Uzumaki Mouth went to the blacksmith shop with a friend he had just met.

"I'm here to pick up the custom-made weapons."

"Hold on."

A big knife was placed in front of him.

"Wait, this is it?"

【Swifttooth Sword】

[8% off on purchases in the Eternal Summer's Nest]

"Fuck, a jack knife?"

(End of this chapter)