Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Let's leave the commotion in Dortmund for now.

Let's turn our attention to the protagonist we haven't seen in a long time.

Border of the Kingdom of Inberia.

On the banks of the Green River.

Lei Lin was sitting leisurely on a boulder smoothed by the river, holding a simple fishing rod in his hand.

The wide river in front of us is named Green River because its water appears emerald green when viewed from a distance.

It originates from the majestic Katynius Mountains in the west, where snowmelt forms streams.

Ultimately, it transformed into this ceaseless, surging river, flowing eastward, and is said to eventually merge into the endless sea.

"It does indeed lead directly to the sea," Leylin said, gazing at the river with understanding. "After all, I've seen it for myself."

He appeared to be fishing, but the end of the fishing line had neither a hook nor bait; it just hung emptily in the water.

"Like Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait." This thought flashed through his mind.

Not long after, the empty wire suddenly sank downwards!

Lei Lin flicked his wrist and lifted the rod.

What was pulled out of the water was not a fish, but a strangely shaped creature.

It largely retains its human form, but its entire body is covered with fine scales that shimmer with a dark metallic luster, and ferocious bone spurs grow from the joints of its limbs, while its fingers and toes have transformed into sharp claws.

On his face, a pair of dark golden vertical pupils emitted a faint golden light.

The most peculiar thing is the center of the face—the organ that was originally like an elephant's trunk has now become like a monster's mouth, covered with fine, sharp teeth.

These are the Sea King warriors (or geoduck people) transformed by Leylin.

They have now become a special existence of absolute loyalty, existing between life and death—[Deadpool].

Leylin scrutinized the warrior whose dragonification traits were becoming increasingly apparent and asked directly, "Have you made any progress on what you were looking for?"

The Sea King warrior nodded stiffly.

"Where?"

The warrior raised a claw covered in scales and pointed west—to a specific direction in the Katynius Mountains.

Leylin's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he muttered to himself, "As expected... anything related to dragons is always close to that troublesome guy."

He had previously promised one of his thirteen craftsmen, the artisan Kandel, to help him find clues about a fire dragon that could be used to assist in forging.

So he dispatched these aquatic death minions, familiar with the waters, to travel upstream from the mouth of the Green River and systematically explore the entire basin and its surrounding areas.

Now, the clues have been found, but the location is a headache.

"The Katynius Mountains..." Leylin gazed at the snow-capped, continuous mountain ranges on the horizon.

That place is the lair of the [Rotten Coffin Dragon King], which is no different from the location of the final boss in his level.

It is not surprising that other dragons live in the mountains.

In the original work, when the Coffin Dragon King appeared, he was surrounded by a large number of zombie dragons. Those "materials" were likely "collected" from other dragons in the nearby Katinias Mountains.

Lei Lin was mentally prepared, but knowing it was one thing, actively approaching him was another.

In fact, according to his calculations, he is now confident that he can defeat the Coffin Dragon King, but he is still missing one important item.

That's a world-class item.

With this, he felt more confident and was able to take action directly.

However, world-class items are not as common as cabbages; they are not so easy to find.

Actually, the power he's sending Deadpool to find is mainly the [World Class] item; the fire dragon is just something he picked up along the way.

After pondering for a long time, he finally made a decision: "Let's avoid that place for now."

"Continue your search. The objective remains the same, but the search area is limited to the region outside the Katynius Mountains. Make sure you find traces of the required item."

The Sea King warrior bowed respectfully, then silently slipped into the river, his dark figure quickly disappearing beneath the blue waves.

Leylin withdrew his gaze, and this time, he slowly and methodically attached the actual hook and bait to the fishing line.

"Let's relax for a while and be fishermen."

..............................

Meanwhile, on another front, Grote is making his move.

Grote was the unfortunate undead who was crushed and dismantled by Leylin's No. 5 subordinate, then reassembled by Leylin using resurrection magic and controlled by his powerful mental strength.

Now, he has become a hunting dog under Leylin's command, able to hit anything he's told.

At this moment, he was standing at the entrance of a "dead city" filled with an ominous aura.

A century ago, this city was struck by a horrific undead calamity, which transformed all living beings within its walls.

Although most of the undead that were active today have disappeared, the dense, impenetrable aura of death still hangs over the ruins like a dark cloud, lingering for years.

"What does my master want me to do by sending me to a place like this?" Grot's rotting eye sockets scanned the desolate street.

"Do they really intend to use the deathly aura here to lure out that so-called [Abyssal Body]?"

He pondered to himself, then subconsciously turned around and glanced at the empty shadows behind him.

There seemed to be nothing there, but Grote knew that some terrifying presence was lurking.

The figure wore a gray cloak and a pure white, expressionless mask, revealing only a pair of dark gold, vertical pupils like lava...

Grote's soul still trembled at the mere memory of that brief but agonizing encounter.

The slash, faster than a gust of wind and even beyond the limits of visual perception, sliced ​​him into pieces without any chance of resistance.

"With such a monster lurking in the shadows... I should be safe." Grote felt somewhat relieved, although this relief was accompanied by a deep sense of awe and fear.

He turned and strode into the depths of the dead city.

The deeper you go, the thicker and more piercing the aura of death becomes.

Along the way, he encountered many wandering low-level undead—stiff zombies and elusive vengeful spirits.

They have virtually no intelligence and act solely on instinct, unlike high-ranking undead beings like him who retain complete consciousness.

Finally, he arrived at the city's central square, the very center of a vortex of deathly energy, where the ground seemed to be soaked in years of decay.

"This is it."

"Setting up a ceremony here to gather and amplify the death energy... should attract some 'special' attention, just as the master wishes."

Grot didn't know exactly what the [Abyss Body] was, but his master's command was absolute will.

He began a long and meticulous preparation, using specially made bone powder and dust carrying strong negative energy to outline a huge and complex magic circle on the ground.

Every single line had to be precise, which consumed a lot of his energy.

After an unknown amount of time, the magic circle was finally completed.

A faint, purplish-black light flowed subtly through the ravines, emanating a chilling aura.

"Next, we'll start it up." Grote stopped what he was doing.

Although the immortals are tireless, the intense concentration required to inscribe the magic circle still made them feel a kind of "weakness".

He needed to catch his breath and make sure the chanting for the next ceremony went perfectly.

A moment later, he stood at the core node of the magic circle, spread his hands, and obscure, death-laden syllables began to flow from his mouth, echoing across the deathly silent square.

"Based on the remains of the dead, guided by the dissipated souls... they gather here, spiraling upwards..."

The magic was mobilized, and the light of the magic circle grew brighter and brighter. The death energy in the square began to be forcibly absorbed, compressed, and rotated.

Grote's voice suddenly rose, filled with a resolute will:

"[Sixth-Tier Grand Ritual Magic • Spiral of Death (Pseudo)] - Activate!"