The lord is red again

The Daughter of the Night surrendered and signed a contract with Lind.

From now on, Lind will become the pope of the Dusk Pond Sect, and use the [Dusk Key of the Daughter of the Night (Purple)] as the only token. After owning this key, Lind can summon her anytime and anywhere, and can also use this key to open any lock in the world... In theory, any lock.

Lind prefers to believe that the Daughter of the Night escaped directly after leaving. Although it is not clear how He traveled through the material plane with the strength of level 60, after all, the Crystal Mage and Wen could not do this, but if he escaped, he would definitely not come back.

Wouldn't he waste a garbage disposal station that can digest the heart of disaster and avoid the troubles of the abyss in vain?

"I don't understand, I don't understand." The Daughter of the Night thought she had given everything.

"One more thing, give me a copy of the emblem!"

The Daughter of the Night: That's it?

Lind obtained many emblems from the poetry collection, but it was the first time that he was personally given by a "god", even if the strength of this god was very ordinary.

After the emblem of the night merged into his chest, it was quickly surrounded by other forces and forcibly restrained. If the strength of the Daughter of the Night was much greater than Lind, perhaps He could still leave some tricks, but now he could only watch the emblem he gave being cut off and then merged into Lind's own emblem ecological chain, forming a strange branch, making the emblem tree more luxuriant.

Lind's intuitive feeling was that the emblem he obtained was definitely better than the emblem obtained by the undead.

And the good talk of the Daughter of the Night also made Lind feel that he could raise the price.

He and the undead were both geniuses who raised the price on the spot.

"One more thing, I need you to help me convert a group of people so that they can become night demons."

"I understand! I understand!" The voice suddenly became much more cheerful, and Lind had an illusion that this was not an evil god, but a puppy wagging its tail happily.

It seems that helping to develop believers is a good thing for "God".

Not only did the Daughter of the Night not leave, she even asked Lind when he developed the Night Demon. He liked this punishment so much, please punish him more.

"Who asked you to come?" Since he could communicate, Lind didn't waste time.

And the result pointed directly to the Night Demon.

When Lind sent people to the Dusk Pool, the place was empty, but the Daughter of the Night could issue orders to the Night Demons to hunt each other down.

The news was difficult to share, and Lind was considering whether to let an undead transform into a Night Demon, and then let the undead relay the news.

As time flew by,

the speed of the Great Crack's advancement reached its end.

The finale has arrived.

...

The room in front of him was a throne hall. The earth and stone bricks under his feet were arranged in a spiral posture, and finally condensed on the heavy rock helmet giant sitting on the throne.

The abyss echoed beside him, and the high-pitched roar of disaster spread between the towers.

The granite with complex carvings was shaking with the vibration of the distant battlefield.

The servants wore robes, and they struck the stone bells in front of them like monks, chanting in a fanatical manner.

The Rock King opened his eyes, and the wailing of the battlefield in the distance was as melodious as a harp, and the fast-paced chords fluctuated his bloodthirsty heart.

Just immersing himself in the howling and wailing of death, it filled his body with strength, and the flesh under the rock helmet flowed with the desire to pour out violence.

"Great..."

The rock-colored lizard and the black slime squatted below.

"How long will it take?" The Rock King didn't want to listen to that nonsense.

Each Abyss King has a different style, and the Rock King is the type who craves killing.

Heavy armor, rushing forward.

The two generals under its command, one mastered the plague and the other mastered cunning, but they could not play any role in this war, because the enemy could always be resurrected, and whether it was the plague or cunning, the progress of corroding the heart would disappear with the rebirth of those undead.

In other words, they were of little use.

It seemed that it had lured a few people before, but they were killed without much effect. The last time it was close to success, it still affected a deserter, but unfortunately it still failed.

The lord of the earthly world seemed to be very extraordinary.

The footsteps came from far away, and the undead, who were more like the disaster than the abyss disaster, finally came here with cursed armor and weapons all over their bodies.

The undead saw the tall figure on the throne, and they swarmed in, and what greeted them was the black mucus, which was very similar to the mucus on the iris adults.

The mucus on the body burst into crackling dense raindrops, hitting the undead armor, so that the undead, who were already at a critical juncture of the disaster, completely accumulated the infection curse bar.

One by one, the undead fell in the attack, and the slender mucus was even sharper than steel needles, turning the undead who were hit continuously into ashes.

Wen He and William have already taken the initiative to stand up. At this juncture, the undead's self-teaming can actually play a small role. There must be two strong people in the front to resist in order to create a good output environment for the people in the back.

Undead teams are constantly advancing, braving the hail of bullets, just to launch an assault.

Compared with the Daughter of the Night, the enemies here seem a little weak.

Wen met the rock lizard. Her fighting style was always based on the premise of both sides dying together and causing the greatest damage. However, after a period of contact with Lind, a proposal from Lind really moved Wen. The effect of dying together occasionally was different from that of always dying together.

The most fearful thing was not to fight desperately, but to be calculated without intention.

Wen's figure was very agile. She avoided the tricky attack of the rock lizard like a dancer. In terms of level, Wen was even slightly higher than the rock lizard.

The lizard's tail, like a steel gun, suddenly rose and drilled towards Wen's head. After dodging several times, she suddenly chose to resist and thrust her sword straight into the eye of the rock lizard.

Her head was pierced by the lizard's tail, and the sword also blinded one of the rock lizard's eyes.

The injury recovered quickly. Wen continued to move forward in the puzzled eyes of the rock lizard, and pushed the sword that had been inserted into the eye socket deeper with a sword, completely piercing its head.

While the rock lizard was nailed to the ground, it attracted the attention of the undead.

"Leave the head to me!"

"Sister Wen, I'll grab the head, ah, I'll help you!"

The undead rushed up to provide assistance. The head must not be taken away, otherwise the small boss might also explode the emblem.

Wen, who drew his sword, had already looked at the huge silhouette on the throne. The rock-colored armor on his body seemed to be coated with a layer of dusk, full of the ancient texture of time.

Facing Wen's leaping assassination, the opponent still sat, but turned the giant sword like a door panel with one hand.

Such a giant sword actually turned a sword flower casually, as if it was not a giant sword in its hand, but a thin wooden stick.

Wen's sharp blade was easily blocked by the giant sword, and even because the feedback force was too strong, Wen flew backwards and smashed a hole in the palace wall with his back.

The injuries on her body recovered quickly, and Wen launched another attack. She knew that her mission in entering the Great Rift this time must be to take off the head of the Rock King in front of her!

The opponent's giant sword swept across, and Wen dodged it instinctively, then flashed in front of the opponent, and stabbed the sword with an oblique upward posture.

She was in a very happy mood, because Linde's instructions were correct. Even if she was not afraid of death, if she could dodge the enemy's attack, she could attack the enemy twice more and cause more damage.

The rapier touched the armor, but was blocked and did not pierce, and even got stuck in the gap of the armor.

Boom——!

The Rock King punched Wen's rapier with his backhand, breaking the rapier, and the shock wave with a strong force directly threw Wen away.

The body rolled several times on the ground, and Wen supported herself to stand up. She knew that she was not the opponent of the Rock King in front of her, but she had to keep rushing forward.

After jumping high into the sky, the power of twisting her waist made Wen, holding the broken sword, spin in the air.

Death always leaves a deep impression on people. In terms of "backboard", I am afraid that even the undead cannot compare to Wen, who always feels 100% resurrection. She dodged all attacks with a meticulous and perfect posture, and landed in front of the Rock King. She swung her arm and swung the broken sword in a circle to cut the opponent's neck.

Flowing like clouds and water.

And successfully caused damage, cutting the opponent's throat.

The king, who always kept sitting on the throne, looked down at Wen. The attack was successful, but the neck of the Abyss King did not seem to be a fatal weakness.