The lord is red again

Roars erupted from the center of the flames.

The undead who were rolling fireballs were overturned by the surging air waves. Even if the sense of touch was adjusted to below 10, the strong sense of deterrence and oppression that penetrated the armor still made people tremble and move stiffly.

Linde once again endured the opponent's full-strength attack. Facing the opponent's attack, all he could do was to use his body to resist.

His body was forced back again, but after this roar, Leon's attack became more crazy and fierce. There was no rhythm, only frantic rushing forward.

Being knocked away again, Linde's shoulder armor was shattered, and the plate armor, dragon skin, and chain were broken layer by layer.

He retreated across the entire inner city hall and landed outside the rusty iron gate. His feet pierced into the stone steps that felt particularly smooth at the moment like a spear.

Dongdong!

The heart was beating wildly. The ring of fire and the furnace emblem were forcibly unified at this moment, absorbing the burning flame into the body. The flame flowed through the heart and pumped into the blood vessels as the heart beat.

The burning and scalding pain almost swallowed Lind's consciousness. The flames and blood flowed in the body, making Lind's skin, where the flames disappeared, appear with fiery red fine blood vessels and meridians, as if magma was flowing in his blood.

Painful, but the injury was being repaired quickly.

The crazy fireball attack obviously ignited something in Leon.

The dark and deep breath made people feel uncomfortable.

Leon had changed from an upright posture to a hunched back, and a red light could be seen in the gap of the fully wrapped helmet.

"The BOSS has entered the second stage!" An undead shouted.

They always have their own way of addressing.

The familiar smell to Lind was disaster.

An official main city NPC burst out with the breath of disaster?

Maybe my thoughts have entered some kind of misunderstanding, but the current situation is not suitable for sorting out thoughts.

It's over. Before everyone can react, Leon, who seems to have entered a beast state, coughed loudly with his hunched body, and his body leaned back exaggeratedly, and black liquid gushed out of his helmet.

Pus?

No, unlike the pus that simply steals the power of the magic ring, the black liquid is more corrosive.

Leon tore the gelatinous pus that overflowed from the helmet, pulling with both hands.

A fireball tentatively landed on Leon's body.

Immediately, the flame bombing continued.

The undead never miss a chance to sneak attack. Magic fireballs kept exploding in the confined space, and the surrounding environment had already been scorched.

The weapons and armor that were continuously hit by the flames were also getting hotter and hotter after absorbing heat.

The intense high temperature turned the entire hall into a fire pit that was enough to evaporate consciousness and soul.

Lind's eyes turned away from the firelight. He saw that Leon stopped vomiting and coughing, but he was still hunched over, as if listening to something, or because he was carrying something that ordinary people could not see, but even Leon himself could not bear.

The 44th-level main city lord fully burst out his power at this moment. The gap in power cannot be easily crossed.

The gap in rank requires countless lives to fill.

Leon took off his iris helmet, revealing a pale face. He looked very ordinary, with thick lips, thick eyebrows, and a square face, which had nothing to do with handsomeness.

Black liquid overflowed from Leon's ears, dripped on the shoulder armor, flowed along the pattern of the armor, and slowly filled his body.

Lind strongly suspected that he and the undead did not cause much damage to Leon. Maybe they did not do as much damage as Leon did when he pulled the black and thick thing out of his mouth.

"Old nobles" he panted.

The roaring and exploding flames could not suppress the sound, and all the chaos became a foil, only Leon's voice exploded in everyone's ears.

"Dragon car! Quick!"

"Car, car, car!"

"If you touch it, you will die?"

The war was high, the storm was roaring, and Leon, who forcibly controlled his physical strength, overturned the advantage gained by the undead.

From the perspective of the undead, the level 44 BOSS crushed the level 11, and the panel data was somewhat outrageous. It would be fine if he couldn't withstand a single blow, but why couldn't a group of people withstand a single blow.

From Linde's perspective, this was normal, and everything in this world was normal.

There was no one standing on the ground except Leon, but no one fell down.

Linde's sight turned slightly upward.

All the undead were in the sky.

Then, they fell heavily to the ground like raindrops.

The hunched Leon walked slowly towards Linde in the "rainstorm".

"The curse of the abyss? The big crack?" Linde did not retreat. His body injuries had not yet been completely healed. The flame blood flowing in his body would heal him while also bringing him great pain. No one could bear this pain and move freely.

He suddenly remembered the few fire knights who had followed Serin to resist the furnace. Their use of the flame was really child's play. They just used their bodies to carry the hot furnace, but he injected the flame into his blood.

When he spoke, the blood vessels on Linde's face were glowing against the background of the flame blood, and his whole face was covered with orange-yellow lines.

His mouth opened, high temperature gushed out, and even flames gushed out.

Only those with absolute power control could use power as crazily as he did.

His body was slightly able to move, and Linde spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, which fell to the ground and exploded into a ball of sparks.

Leon stopped in front of Lind, and the two were very close. His body was already very tall, but he still looked half a head shorter than Lind's burly body.

Standing face to face, their eyes collided.

One had a fire brewing in his eyes, and the other had a red light flashing in his eyes.

"We are fighting the abyss disaster in the Great Rift, stopping the invasion of the abyss again and again, but you are drooling at the magic ring."

Lind listened to the other party's story, but stood still.

So, the broken magic ring is related to the old nobles?

Maybe it is related, but it must have nothing to do with the small shrimps in the Rand Kingdom, otherwise Lind would know.

Lind looked down at Leon's feet. The other party had never left the hall from beginning to end. He didn't believe that the other party could not leave because of the "terrain restrictions of the BOSS". Not to mention that the other party was not the BOSS, the operating logic of this world was also very different from the game.

The existence that made the players into undead and pulled them into this world, no matter what the other party was, He did not have a deep control over this world.

It is impossible to restrict something from leaving a place.

Lind even thought that the undead were just a group of people who were accidentally dragged here. The world was functioning normally. There was no so-called game system. They were all outsiders.

Leon did not have strong malice towards him at this moment.

"Do you know the gardener?" Leon suddenly asked.

"Gardener?"

"The gardener who takes care of the iris," Leon said, "If a flower is occupied by insects, the gardener will break the iris to prevent the insects from harming other flowers. He will also let the iris die with dignity, bury it in the soil, and set up a tombstone that belongs to the iris."

Lind looked at the iris helmet that Leon had thrown aside a long time ago.

"It seems that you don't know."

"Has Goliath ever had a gardener?" Lind's goal has not changed, to return to Goliath.

But it seems that the more he knows, the more he feels that he must return to Goliath.

"I want to know too." Leon grinned, his tone slightly sad, "Right now, one of the irises is terminally ill."