The lord is red again.

Chapter 585 Who is the Invader?
"The situation is completely out of control!"

Manan held the cursed relic [Black Saint] in his hand, his voice dry.

He was not attacked by those people, but facing their endless deception skills and unscrupulous bombardment, Manan's legs went weak.

Unable to figure out who the invaders are, as guards against the invaders, those material plane mages should be cautious for fear of causing too many casualties and damage. Most importantly, they should be afraid that excessive violence will lead to further fragmentation of the space.

When the space cracks become larger and larger and the shadow of the cursed land covers this land, only destruction will be waiting for this world.

But the situation was quite the opposite. Now Manan was praying that the wizards of the material plane would be cautious. It was obvious that they had lost their patience.

Fortunately, [Black Saint] finally contacted the mother body.

In his hand was a centipede, which used the power of the curse to connect different material planes and was able to contact the Black Madonna in the distant cursed land.

"Manan?" a familiar voice came.

"Uncle! The situation is very bad. There are only five of us gathered together. The four of them were killed by the local natives with magic when they first met. I am the only one left alive."

"Calm down, kid!"

"I……"

"You are not the only one. Others are still alive. We have many people alive. I have contacted them."

"Then why..."

"Blocks, magic, or something else, magic is always so magnificent and strange, so we are so eager for magic, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Even though the other party couldn't see his movements, Manan kept nodding vigorously.

"They have divided the army's strength, which is a good thing. The warriors of the Cursed Land are good at fighting on their own." Mag's voice came out, "What you have to do is to survive, wait for others to attack, and stabilize the advantage we have now."

"Our...advantage?" Manan felt that his uncle must not be aware of what he was going through at the moment.

He had no advantage at all and was running away with his tail between his legs like a stray dog.

The reason why he was able to survive until now was not because of how powerful his secret arts or curses were, nor because he was good at defense, but because the enemies did not discover his position from beginning to end.

As long as they met once, Manan dared to guarantee that he would be trapped by that mechanical iron lump with strange magic, and then be forced to use his face to withstand the magic bombardment of the remaining four people, without exception.

"Reinforcements." Mag's voice came, "I have applied to the Red Robe Mage for a portal dedicated to the material plane. We can teleport over there not only to no longer be humans, but also to weapons and those cursed relics!"

Upon hearing this, Manan sat up straight in surprise, but the next moment he saw an undead running past him, and he immediately shrank his neck and hugged his legs with both hands to reduce his area.

He lowered his voice: "As many as possible, maybe we will have a protracted war."

"Of course." Mag's voice was filled with confidence that he would win.

With the full support of the powerful Master Mage, as long as they successfully take over this material plane, they can turn things around and enter a period of rapid development.

The barren environment has tortured the residents of the Cursed Land, and plundering is their instinct.

At the same time, the undead also lost their patience.

"You're not coming out, right? Fine!"

Indiscriminate bombing began.

Feeling the ground shaking wildly in the "boom" of the magic explosion, the smile on Manan's face disappeared. It was unclear when help from his hometown would arrive, and he was not sure whether he could live to see that moment.

"boom!"

A blazing fireball hit the ceiling above his head, exploded after the collision, and turned into a rain of fire that rushed to the ground. Manan curled up in the corner and endured it.

As long as you keep quiet and hold on, everything will be fine.

On the other side, the undead, having completely lost their patience and no longer wanting to play hide-and-seek, began to bomb indiscriminately.

Drinking medicine, recovering magic power, bombing, the four people bombed all the buildings that could be destroyed.

Small ruins appeared one after another.

"Did you find it?"

"Not here."

"Not here either."

"This way..."

The undead man suddenly paused. He looked towards the corner in front of him. He searched that place several times but didn't see any enemy. However...

【-twenty four】

【-twenty four】

【Flame burn abnormality】

And as the injury and blood deduction numbers jump, a red name appears on the opponent's head.

"There's nothing here either." The undead man said nonchalantly.

At the same time, quietly chat with your teammates and ask them to come over quickly, remember not to alert the enemy.

After waiting for a long time, when the burning pain on his body disappeared, Manan breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he raised his head, he found five familiar figures standing in front of him.

Ok?
"Surprised?" The five people raised their staffs high.

At the critical moment of death, a sudden flash of magical light attracted the attention of the undead.

The upper ceiling was blown off by a brute force, and a huge rectangular pattern occupied the narrow space above.

Although the undead people were not clear about what had happened, since they had not received any reminders, it meant that the things in the portal belonged to the enemy.

Summoning magic? Forbidden spell?
They changed their offensive target very tacitly.

Manan, who was huddled in the corner, looked at the portal. He was located according to the location of the [Black Saint], and then the portal was opened directly to come over. His uncle still felt sorry for him, but now he just wanted to say, don't do this, stop it.

No matter what is about to come out of the portal, destruction is what awaits it.

The light was dazzling, and the portal kept expanding until it finally stabilized.

The glowing portal was replaced by a black void, which was a cursed beast with a huge mouth. It looked like a pure black leopard, but its mouth could open like blooming petals.

In a world without magic, he was also forced to adapt to the barren environment, so he evolved a powerful curse poison and his body became extremely strong and agile.

But also equally unruly.

The black panther opened its big mouth that bloomed like petals and roared. Its broken lips vibrated with the sound waves of its roar, and the sound was like steel needles hitting everyone present.

The magic that the undead wizards had been preparing for a long time was not far behind. The wizards who had been mechanically transformed released magic tentacles. The evil and cursed tentacles suddenly stretched out and locked the neck of the cursed black panther, like a venomous snake that suddenly moved at an extremely fast speed.

Manan: “?”

Wait, why would this group of people use magic that carries a strong curse? It seems even more evil than the secret arts that I master.

Who are the invaders? Why can they use curses without any hesitation?

This thought came to his mind again.

The cursed black panther was entangled by the tentacles and forcibly dragged out.

It tried to move back, but its biological instinct told it that it should not jump in like this, otherwise it would surely die.

However, the remaining undead wizards had already released dazzling magic circles in the air, spells popped out quickly from the touch of their lips, and dazzling light hit the cursed black panther directly.

After four consecutive bombings, the strong Cursed Black Panther was already covered in blood. His body was unable to resist the powerful force and was pulled out of the portal.

Also pulled out were bags of supplies.

Various cursed props were scattered all over the ground.

After landing, although the black panther's neck was still tightly strangled by the magic tentacles, its movements seemed to become completely free the moment its feet touched the ground.

It disappeared in an instant, and its tentacles sank into the ground.

Suddenly it became a fishing activity, and the terrible stalemate began from now on. The wizard was inherently at a disadvantage in this fishing power duel. However, the cursed black panther did not show its head after burrowing into the ground.

Because the remaining few people had already prepared their magic, they pointed their staffs at the ground.

The highest level of fishing is to blow up the entire fish pond, killing all the fish no matter how big they are. This is the situation now.

Manan: "I said it was all over."

The attitude of the undead people is completely the opposite: "We are rich."

The props scattered on the ground before my eyes exuded a strong ominous aura.

If you give it to others, many people may have doubts and think that they may be cursed or corrupted. In short, they stay away from these things as far as possible.

But for the undead, as long as it can increase the attributes even a little bit and provide a little help, it is a good thing.

They can bear any price.

The underground is not a place to stay for long.

"boom!"

The moment the black panther showed its head, a magic bombardment was launched.

The black panther was lying straight on the ground with its body stiff and motionless, and was dead.

The glass cannon will never disappoint you. It has a simple but straightforward beauty of numbers. No matter how many tricks the enemy has, you will die if you encounter it.

The undead people's target has turned to Manan.

Magic condenses and releases.

The vision was filled with colorful magical light, and when the undead opened their eyes again, they found themselves outside the copy.

"I rely on!"

"I haven't picked up so many good things yet."

"Next time, search before you act, or you'll lose a lot."

Although it was just a quick glance, it was not difficult for the undead's sharp eyes to see how precious those props were. If he didn't get them, he would lose money.

The lottery keys I got are no longer attractive.

……

Cursed Land, in front of the portal.

Mag's face looked grim. He had lost contact with his nephew Manan, and his [Black Saint] was also destroyed.

It was not because of the tension in blood relationship, as blood had no emotional connection with them, but because he trusted Manan's strength and delivered a batch of supplies to him.

Now even the cursed black panther responsible for transporting supplies has died.

loss.

Fortunately, I don’t always lose.

The men at the front line quickly sent a message that they had defeated all the enemies with great difficulty, at the cost of two deaths.

The remaining three people got a chance and gathered with the other survivors.

"It seems that as long as we win, those space barriers will be broken and everyone can gather together."

Gathering together is an opportunity for the army to counterattack.

"Go on!" Mag looked at the new team.

The team needs to receive the [Black Saint] to ensure timely communication.

Then he found a dozen teams.

"You have other work to do." Mag said to the dozen or so teams, "You don't need to fight your way out, and you don't need to win. You just need to... take back the things from that world."

"Yes!" They nodded to indicate that they were clear about the mission objectives.

The sounds were a little chaotic, with the chaos unique to the cursed land, and there was no rhythm, but when they stretched out their fangs, no one was able to defeat them.

In front of Mag was a huge living female, its body squirming, attached to a magical stone statue. The symbiotic relationship made the squirming thing and the statue inseparable.

[Black Madonna], that's what they all call her.

A strange living relic cultivated through curses and mysticism.

The Black Madonna's body squirmed, a tumor the size of a fingertip swelled up, and she kept trembling and breathing. After a while, the tumor shattered and a centipede crawled out.

Someone had been waiting on the side. A multi-legged insect with slime on its body was picked up by a hand and brought to the altar, along with relic fragments, hero's bones, and some special ores dug out from the veins.

Energy chaos possesses very strong energy.

They constitute the nutrients necessary for the growth of the [Black Saint]. After eating enough, the centipede curls up its body and rolls into a ball like a millipede. The things it had swallowed before begin to take effect, and its body gradually stiffens until it becomes completely unresponsive and dies.

New cursed relic crafted.

The whole process is a bit long, but fortunately, the only long process is the eating and dying process of the millipedes, and it can be cultivated in batches and carried out simultaneously.

Looking at the team rushing into the portal without hesitation, Mag's eyes were filled with anticipation.

He needs to get more help, but that help will never be given to him out of thin air. He needs to get some results back, and those things related to magic are what he urgently needs.

No one can resist the sweet scent of magic.

……

Inside the Sin Dragon Castle.

Lind abused his power for personal gain. After the undead killed the "invading red spirits", he kicked them out immediately and took back the bags of supplies.

Evil cursed weapons, rotten food such as some dried meat that looked like genitals, the situation in the cursed land was worse than he had imagined.

"Make the dragon feel disgusted." The sinful dragon retched.

"Isn't your divine power a curse?" Lind asked casually, picking up an arrow.

Curses and arrows are definitely the best duo. If they stay in your hand for a short time, the person hit will be cursed.

"That depends on what kind of curse it is. These things only make me smell bad." The Sin Dragon complained, and asked, "Do you have evil thoughts again?"

"Evil intentions? I think there is something wrong with your evaluation."

"Isn't it a perverse idea to give some garbage to the undead and not let them spend money to buy it, so they can only get it through lottery?"

"What you said is not right." Linde shook his head. "It's their greed that's at work. I gave the Undead a chance. If they only draw once, they won't lose much. With one chance, they may get a return ten thousand times. This is my kindness to the Undead."

"Really?" Sin Dragon felt that it was not that simple.

"Did I force them to draw the lottery?" Lind asked.

"No."

"You won't lose if you don't win, but you will make ten thousand times the profit if you win. I'm just spreading the cost to everyone. I'm doing this for the sake of saving lives." Lind said very seriously.

"Greedy undead!" The sinful dragon nodded.

It’s all the immortals’ fault for being too greedy. Linde is right.

If you think about it carefully, it is true. If the immortals did not think of taking advantage but chose to quit while they were ahead, how could Linde make money from them?

If you don't smoke, you won't make money?
Lind has plenty of ways to force players to spend money, and he still has many tricks that he hasn't used yet.

However, when it comes to lottery and krypton gold, it does not matter whether the trick is new, but whether the rewards are attractive enough to make the undead willing to spend their fortunes on it.

"Choose a batch to fill the prize pool, and another batch to sell in the store." Lind has already thought of how to deal with the resources in his hands.

Resources picked up for free are always profitable.

(End of this chapter)