The lord is red again.

Chapter 555: Miss Witch, Please Stop Your Imagination
"Tonight at 8 o'clock, if you are a brother, come and chop me up."

Still stubbornly talking to the monkeys on the mountain saying that my butt is the reddest and the [Witch] Sheila, took the invitation letter and got ready to leave.

At the same time, a huge number of undead gathered.

Since the “trailer” says that there are immortals who are destined to save the world according to the prophecy, and we are all immortals, it doesn’t make sense that I can’t be the one.

Sheila followed the two undead men and turned to look around.

It was so crowded that there was no room for her to stand, especially with the undead people constantly approaching her and making coquettish gestures. Fortunately, they just came to talk and were not planning to do anything. Rather than a side plot, the highlight was to accept Lind's invitation.

"Take my Diamond Star Fist!"

Several undead beings were jumping around and fighting.

Some people were so bored that they danced.

"From now on, this is XXX Square!"

"Come on, my friends in the back, let me see your hands!"

The chaotic noise makes my head hurt.

Compared to their daily madness and chaos, their clothing style is more unified.

It is mainly divided into two types, one is the aristocratic style.

The undead wore their best clothes, dressed like nobles who were going to a banquet, and their hair was carefully groomed. The undead's "natural" handsome looks made Sheila feel as if she had entered the kingdom of elves.

She had never seen an elf, but she received similar cultural knowledge while watching the drama and had an idea in her mind.

The other style is harder to say.

They would deliberately wear ugly and strange clothes, weird headgear, etc. Some people simply dressed themselves up as a banana, or a long watermelon with two big eyes.

"Can you please dress like a human being? We are going to a dance."

"I wouldn't wear this unless I was attending a dance!"

"here we go!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Sin Dragon Castle in the Sky was finally open to the public, allowing others to join.

There was a flash of light before his eyes, and he appeared in a wide and huge castle hall while still being stubborn.

"so big!"

He didn't feel anything when he saw it in the video before, but now looking at the chair that he had to jump on tiptoe to get up to, as well as the wine glasses and candlesticks that were obviously enlarged about 1.5 times, he felt that these places were not for him, but for Lind Arman.

Lind's size is no longer ordinary, he can be called a little giant.

"he came!"

A surprised voice came.

"Haha, here he comes!"

He turned around and looked around while still being stubborn, and found those figures bending down and looking down at him.

They all shrank in size, becoming about the same size as Lind.

However, some of them still maintain their original appearance, such as the Daughter of Night. She sits on a huge chair against the wall, like a black curtain. Only the occasional lifted corner of her skirt reminds the undead that there is a taciturn god here.

"Is this the undead man in the prophecy?"

"It's him." The last person to answer was the old astrologer.

The hood completely covered his head, leaving only his chin with a silver beard exposed, as if he could really see into the future.

He was still being stubborn, but he subconsciously straightened his chest.

"Although I have no interest in being a savior, I have to say you guys are quite discerning. I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show my cards. I am the savior!"

"He's still a little shy." The NPC next to him said with a smile.

Still being stubborn:?
Do you want to see what you are talking about!
"Saving the world is not as easy as imagined, and his strength is too weak. He must try his best to improve his strength..." The old astrologer suddenly shook his body, "I seem to have seen more of the future!"

He raised his head, revealing his old face.

"Do you want to know more about your future?"

The old astrologer's voice was old but powerful:
"I can try to predict and answer any questions you want to know about the future, but please remember that once the result of the divination is confirmed, the future that was supposed to have infinite possibilities will only develop in that direction."

"Okay, help me predict..." He was thinking about what to predict.

The "future" of the game is definitely a program setting, so the most likely thing that is related to the future is the side quest or main storyline, such as telling him to go to a certain place at a certain time to complete a task.

They are all sayings, whether or not they can predict the future is not important.

Before he could finish his stubborn words, the old astrologer nodded and said, "Is this what you want to know?"

"what?"

I didn't ask anything.

He was still trying to talk nonsense when he discovered a very critical problem. The NPCs in the castle seemed a little dull. No matter what he said, they would not respond. It seemed that they could only recite fixed lines.

He took a quick look online and found that other people, like him, had begun to complain about why a game that had always used realistic and intelligent NPCs as a selling point had suddenly become full of idiocy.

"It seems like a plot I can't participate in."

……

"It must be a plot!" O*O* started a live broadcast and continued to express his speculations.

"As far as I know, there are probably hundreds of thousands of undead who received the invitation and rushed over at the first time. There are more undead who continue to squeeze in. The entire Sin Dragon Castle cannot accommodate us all, so we chose to use a single-player storyline."

In a single-player story mode, there is only one undead person in each space.

"And to be honest, the undead and these NPCs are too strong. Normally, they ignore us. It is only here that the plot 'forces' us to participate in the communication with a special identity. Do you believe that after the dance is over, the NPCs will return to their indifference to us?"

"I said all of the above just to tell you one thing!" O*O* smiled, "We can crawl under the skirts of NPCs without worrying about the NPC being red-named! In the past, these NPCs could not be approached even if they risked their lives."

The barrage immediately took off: "Big Brother 666"

"I went online, but I was kicked out by the red name. The NPC said I was not the person predicted."

"I got on top and the NPC pushed me down on the table. That place... is not allowed! Dame!"

“The undead people couldn’t help but hum softly.”

There were all kinds of messy comments, and O*O* took out a knife and approached Lind Alman, who had been sitting in the main seat and had not spoken.

He just kept his eyes on the undead, watching O*O* approach quietly.

"I have been coveting your equipment for a long time." O*O* slashed at the unholy holy grail of black flames hanging on Lind's body.

Linde looked at him quietly without any reaction.

"It's a little hard, but it can really destroy it!"

A surprising discovery.

He sped up and tried to strip Lind of his equipment, while at the same time, all kinds of undead were doing the same thing, but his hands could not succeed because Lind had already added defenses in every place he could think of.

It’s just that the scope of what a person can consider is not broad enough. This is not a game world, so many times he is not making rules for the undead to do something, but he is trying to add constraints so that the undead cannot do something.

Those that he didn't specifically point out or hadn't thought of were all allowed. Therefore, the undead people found that the degree of freedom in the game world was far beyond their imagination. According to incomplete statistics, there were more than 100,000 ways to skip classes to kill a BOSS, and the number was still increasing.

"Success!" O*O* looked at the unclean holy grail of black flames that he had taken off, with a look of joy on his face.

Then the Holy Grail turned into a ball of starlight and dissipated from his hand.

"I rely on!"

……

The Sin Dragon Castle cannot accommodate so many undead. If hundreds of thousands of undead were to gather at the same time, it would not be able to achieve the effect that Lind wanted.

After all, what he wants is the "only one" among the undead, and every undead must be the "only one".

However, the Sin Dragon Castle was built using the corpse of the star child Anilal as material, and also possesses the starlight barrier ability that he had during his lifetime.

The ability of the barrier can determine how many people can enter the same space. Unless the individual strength exceeds the ability of the caster, the rules of the barrier cannot be broken.

Although the Sin Dragon is not very powerful, he now possesses multiple abilities. His strength is already the best among the 5th ring. The only difference between him and the 6th ring is probably getting rid of the power suppression and influence brought to him by the curse.

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Each undead being pulled into the barrier for a private conversation, each undead is "unique".

Others still think his method doesn't work.

There are even those who have had contact with the undead in advance. For example, the Deep Angel once said that if hundreds of thousands of undead carrying the "only" appeared, wouldn't the prophecy seem like a joke?

Where would hundreds of thousands of talents go? He wanted every undead who entered this game to come to the Sin Dragon Castle, and then receive his own mission and become the "only one".

If there are one million people, he will want one million. If there are ten million, he will want ten million!

What each NPC in the Sin Dragon Castle said was what Lind had asked in advance. Because there were too many barriers to be opened, Lind could not ask the Sin Dragon to perform detailed operations, so he used the simplest way to play the video.

Judging from their performance on the scene, the undead seemed quite satisfied.

“I didn’t expect there would be an unexpected harvest.”

Lind looked at the figure who was teleported to the enchantment space where he was by the Rotten Sin Dragon.

【Witch】Shira.

He did not have a deep impression of Shira. Among the Alliance of Twelve Gods, the most troublesome ones had been dealt with or subdued by Lind, and the rest simply pretended to be dumb.

Because Lind had too many things to do, he threw them to the undead as red-name monsters in the wild. If the undead wanted to kill them, it would solve his problem. If the undead were unwilling to take action, it would not be a problem to leave them alone and he could deal with them when he had time later.

Now he only wants to take over Wuyu City as soon as possible, gather strength, and unify the Demonic Land.

Developing various small games based on gods is at most the icing on the cake, because Lind, who has legitimately obtained the identity of the human lord of the magic land Misty Rain City, can use direct and decisive methods to attract the undead to work for him.

So the other party's appearance surprised him.

There are many NPCs on the scene, all of whom were once gods of the Alliance.

There is no tense atmosphere. Perhaps the other party just wants to join his camp, and the more people who turn from darkness to light, the better.

"Please sit down." Linde smiled and nodded slightly to the [Witch] Sheila.

Sheila said "hmm" and found a chair to sit down.

Next is the non-material performance.

Passionate speeches are Lind's forte.

The whole article only reveals one meaning: there is only one immortal who can save the world, and that is you!

Although this "you" is every undead person.

"As the undead man predicted in the prophecy, the round table will always be open to you. We share the same great ideal, so if you need any help, don't hesitate. Only by working together can we cope with future dangers!" Lind introduced the benefits of the round table gathering in the Sin Dragon Castle.

"Every member can help you, but they won't be here all the time, we're very busy."

All the undead who go to the Sin Dragon Castle can have simple communication with the NPCs in the barrier. This is not difficult because the gods are best at listening to their believers.

Moreover, Lind also plans to place some points calculation systems made by the Mechanicus in the castle, so that the undead can have new currency to buy new items.

The NPCs don't have to do much, just set fixed requirements and rewards, and the rest can be left to the Sin Dragon Castle to "hang up". It's a bit sluggish, but the undead won't have any objections.

Even if they saw Lind at the Throne of War one second and at the Sin Dragon Castle the next second, they would think it reasonable that he existed in two places at the same time.

"This is a moment worth celebrating. Please hold on to your dance partner." Lind said, "There are still 20 minutes left before the dance ends. I hope you can enjoy the rest of the time."

The scenery inside the castle suddenly changed, with colorful ribbons flying and jumping notes making melodious music.

A new scene also appeared in front of the undead man's eyes.

【Do you match your dance partner? 】

"Can you really dance?"

"Damn, there's a scoring mechanism."

The undead who chose to match found that many undead figures appeared around them, and they went from being alone to dozens of people together.

They danced gracefully under the gaze of many round table members, paired up in pairs, or even in groups of three or five.

“Wait, Linde made a move, why didn’t he invite Rania and the others?”

The undead noticed that Lind stood up.

Lind walked towards the [Witch] Sheila and stretched out his right hand very gentlemanly.

"Can I ask you to dance?"

Why did he invite Sheila? Because no one except him was present at the party today! He couldn't possibly go to such lengths just to fool the undead.

No god will leave his own land without permission. The land is where they cultivate their faith.

The mood had been set, and dancing politely and not embarrassing a lady was what a noble should do.

[Witch] Sheila raised her hand and gently placed it on Lind's hand.

"Of course." She smiled with blushing cheeks.

There was a difference in body size between the two, but after Sheila was led by Lind and walked a few steps to the center, her body had grown larger and matched Lind's.

Elegant ballroom dance.

Lind made sure he wasn't rusty.

However, [Witch] Sheila's reaction was a little strange, her cheeks turned red.

Do gods blush? Linde doesn't know.

"Will you kiss me?"

"What?" Lind was puzzled. "Is this your request to follow me?"

"No, it's just that when I watch a movie, they do this..."

Linde: "..."

What are you thinking about?

(End of this chapter)