The lord is red again

The wriggling body of the old man in the abyss scroll that gave the undead a headache suddenly stagnated and disintegrated, but soon gathered again.

The attack that could probably make the gods fall asleep disappeared.

Linde breathed a sigh of relief. Although for him, as long as he killed with one strike, there was absolutely no such thing as "serious injury", and all injuries could be recovered in the shortest time, but it was a blessing to be able to save his men by this, which could save a lot of trouble.

Putting aside the fact that there might be more NPCs hidden among the undead, Linde stepped on the old man in the scroll and swung his arms quickly amid the terrible sound of flesh and bones breaking.

One after another, the soul blades penetrated the heavy body that seemed to ignore physical attacks and resist most of the magic attacks.

The unrestrained power swung from the wriggling flesh whiskers on his body, pulling out pieces of energy networks.

At this time, the old man in the scroll could no longer be seen in his original shape. His body and hands and feet were fused together. Under the attack of the "real damage" caused by Lind's soul blade, he began to split.

His whole body cracked, and mouths like cracks grew out. Sharp abysses squeezed out from them quietly, like black bubbles sticking to his body, wrapping around his body, and drilling into the depths of his soul.

Lind was not the only one who knew how to attack the soul. Abyss was also an expert.

To be more precise, Storm Knight Mien and Abyss were once rivals. Soul Blade and Abyss's Fallen Smile had fought countless times.

The "mouths" that were originally just cracks suddenly began to grow teeth, and dozens of eyeballs drilled out of each mouth. It was like fish roe filling the mouth.

But soon, those slippery and squirming eyeballs crackled and exploded.

Out of control.

A face rose from the squirming and trembling monster, and the old man in the scroll looked at Lind.

"How do you think the story should end?"

Puff!

The soul blade sword pierced through the old man's head and nailed him to the ground.

Lind ignored the old man and pulled out the divine skin from him. Then the armor engraved on his body burned faster. The flames spewed out and turned into a flaming cloak that pushed forward, pushing him to fly over the old man and crash into the giant beast that had already crushed him in the distance.

He didn't have a curse heart now, and minimizing contact with the abyss was the right choice.

Just now, his body had been invaded by the power of the abyss.

The serpent emblem was feasting.

Crossing the sky, Lind's huge body fell on the giant beast like a giant peak, and still looked small.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the behemoth under his feet.

The flames condensed, followed by a terrifying loud noise and raging flames, igniting part of the giant beast. The body was as solid as a rock. No matter how many attacks it suffered, the huge figure did not stop, but it was shaken by Lind's bombardment.

Silence covered the battlefield.

No matter how far away, anyone who could see this scene with their own eyes seemed to hear the sound of Linde jumping off the beast and his boots hitting the ground heavily.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously cast on the figure, who was fighting with the old man in the painting who was eroded by the abyss a moment ago. After stabbing the other party to death with a chaotic sword, he turned and flew towards the beast, and shook the other party with absolute power.

The track in the sky burned red by the flames has not yet dissipated, like a fiery red bridge, connecting the battlefield of the gods in front of the Eternal Summer Nest and the behemoth trench in the distance.

The figure wearing the melted armor, walking back step by step with heavy steps, just left indifferently.

The flame on the armor went out.

The powerful fighting power of the black knight was displayed at this moment.

In the distance, Owen Qiangshou, who was watching this scene, suddenly remembered a song. He couldn't remember what the lyrics were. A rough man like him didn't like to remember those things.

But he still remembered the scene of the man singing in the roaring choir. At that time, as a defector who had just left the Gravel Mountains, he served as a mercenary to assist a city that was about to be breached.

He was the attacking party.

Just like this scene.

The monk in the choir, who was left with only one person, sang crazily.

The burning city under the flames of war, the flags planted on the corpses, the inevitable war, the crazy faith, and the god of war that fell from the sky.

Boom! !

The "mountain" fell down. When Linde walked forward calmly, he finally couldn't bear the serious injuries after shaking several times and fell to the ground.

The storm caused by the collapse of a mountain swept in, blowing away the dust on the battlefield.

The mountain went from standing to falling, and Owen Strong Beast's heart surged, and the hot blood flowed faster in the sound of his accelerated heartbeat.

"Kill!"

The undead people swarmed up and filled the battlefield again with a sea of ​​people.

Gods of various shapes each occupied an area.

Among the undead warriors covered with various magical lights, Owen Strong Beast also roared forward, and he admitted that Linde had won his admiration.

Born to worship the strong.

The beast tide did not fade away, and they continued to fight with the undead, but with the gods under Linde joining the battlefield, it was impossible for them to win an absolute victory.

Linde swept his eyes among the undead, and finally retracted them.

Although he didn't know who the NPC who made the dragon roar was, it was certain that the opponent was stronger than himself, and he was a friend, not an enemy, at least an enemy of the abyss.

Dragons and dragon riders, do they have a good relationship?

It's not going to be good. If someone wants to ride on him, he will definitely turn hostile.

The war has really entered a stalemate.

...

"Leave someone who can represent you and give some blessings to the undead. As long as they pray, they will be given power."

Linde is teaching the gods.

They have had contact with the undead before, and have been with Linde for a long time. They are familiar with the basic rules. They have their own logic for blessing the undead, charging, etc.

The gods are still too weak.

Each one is balanced in all aspects and has no characteristics. As a BOSS, it must be difficult to deal with. The almighty BOSS plus the absolute crushing attributes are the absolute nightmare of the undead.

In the battle of the same level, balance means that no aspect is good. Only Ana Skinny Ghost is not bad, but the IQ is not enough.

Above the Nest of Eternal Summer, the light of the gods flickered wildly.

Perhaps only here can it be like this, and it can accommodate so many complicated beliefs. If it were in other places, if the gods met in such a narrow range, they would have fought long ago.

Linde quickly combined the divine skin.

With three pieces of divine skin, the power of the story master has been completely obtained. As long as Linde chooses to completely possess this power and obtain the divine power, he can become the real story master.

"7th ring?"

And he is not good at fighting. He must have a problem with his brain to choose to bind himself with this identity, although it is also heard that some gods have multiple divine powers and hold multiple positions.

Linde focused on the ability of the old man in the scroll.

Ability, painting.

Able to completely disguise his appearance, it is difficult to be discovered.     "Is this the way to imitate the undead?"

He has experienced writing stories with words. As long as a direction and requirements are given, the story can be written by itself, but it is hard to say whether it can be read.

There are often some headaches.

When it comes to pictures, Linde thought of William who was thrown far away by him. Now that guy is still working in the underground tomb of the Black Knight, that is, "skin".

The target this time is not the undead. Although the undead like to wear different clothes, at this stage, most people will pursue beauty while pursuing numerical values.

Good-looking clothes have poor attributes, good-looking clothes have good attributes, ugly clothes have good attributes, etc., so that the undead can never easily get what they want, which is the necessary prerequisite for being a leeks.

If the undead can be given good-looking skins at will, they all choose the ugliest but best-attributed clothes, and then put on a layer of skin. What if they come to serve cyber corvée?

Lind's target is the NPC under his command.

First, "register" first and make the golden [!] and [? ] exclusive to him. This is not difficult.

Whether it is a god or an ordinary lord, they have their own seals to show their identity.

Lord Lind is shameless. He decided that [!] and [? ] are his exclusive seals in the future, and he will also use the ability of the story master to grant each NPC under his command the ability to light up [!] and [? ].

When everyone pursues an immersive experience, an NPC that jumps out will stand out.

Other NPCs would only think that the undead believed in Lind more, after all, seeing [!] and [? ] was equivalent to seeing the lord himself.

And no one would choose to give up their seal.

Lord Lind happened to be one of them.

He was in a good mood.

With Lind taking back all the divine power of the story master, the war in the Gravel Mountains has come to an end.

Like any battle, the war will not end directly, and those crazy beasts, small-scale beast tides, or some cunning people who like to sneak attacks will still have to survive.

The Gravel Mountains have almost completely fallen into the hands of beasts, and they have built nests in them.

Just like the giant beast that was seriously injured and defeated by Lind, its body has become the best choice for many beasts to build nests, as well as those abnormally huge ancient tree branches, caves, lakes, cracks in rocks, etc.

I am afraid that it would be difficult to collect all the undead even if the number reached one million, and the beasts reproduced very quickly.

There is no doubt that the war is still going on, and the undead have a fixed "copy".

…

“My Lord, I don’t think this makes any sense.”

Nur, a Mechanicus believer, tried to persuade Lind. He had been following Lind for a while, but his lack of strength allowed him to only produce things below 3 rings. It was not impossible to produce things above that, but to be honest, it was not difficult to pile up materials.

Just like breaking off the horn of a 7-ring dragon and then forging it into a staff or a great sword, that can only be regarded as “beautification work”, and in essence it is still using the ability of the material itself.

Real forging is not like this.

“Like this.”

Nur grabbed the huge wolf-like corpse, like a horse, but now the corpse is soft.

Lind said: “Its skin can be used to make cloaks, its teeth can be used to forge weapons, and the hardest skull can be used to make helmets.”

Nur nodded: “Yes, but there is no objection, it is no different from the things we made.”

It’s just a different appearance, but there is almost no change in defensive performance. Why spend effort to make it? It’s a waste, from any aspect.

Time, manpower, material resources, etc.

"No, this is the biggest difference." Linde looked at the corpse, thought for a while and said, "By the way, add some random things on it."

"Random?"

"Yes, for example, it will be cheaper to buy things after wearing it, or it will increase your charm and make people like it more. Just choose the ugliest set to increase your charm." Linde was very funny, "Sometimes you can get more rewards after completing tasks after wearing it."

"Ah?"

All this was beyond Nur's cognition, he didn't understand.

"Calculation should not be a problem for you. Set some formulas, and then each piece of produced equipment will be fixed to become better. For example, the last digits of seats 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 will buy things cheaper." He had to teach slowly.

The equipment is useless, but Linde can make them useful.

If the undead don't go crazy to build weapons and equipment, and don't kill monsters to dig materials, what can they earn?

"What about the charm?"

"I am the lord." Linde said.

It may be difficult for others to make NPC like someone, but it is very simple for Linde, such as a piece of clothing worn by the lord.

The battle that just ended made Linde's popularity in the Eternal Summer Nest reach the highest point, and almost all NPCs worshiped him crazily.

"I need a recorder."

He admitted that he missed Miss Doris, the recorder who always "accidentally" left her notebook behind. At this time, she would be very smart to help him convey his meaning.

"Lord Linde's Fashion Magazine" or "Appreciation of Alman Armor", there are always more solutions than difficulties.

"I understand."

"Remember, don't make too many weapons with special functions. If the undead ask how to get special effects, tell them that it is random."

Nur: "Yes."

If you do this, won't the undead go crazy?

As believers of the Mechanicus, mechanical ascension, absolute rigor, and reproducible data are all their advantages. Except for a little "luck" when researching, they can be very stable most of the time.

In this way, the blacksmith shop marked with various signs such as "unique to the Eternal Summer Nest" and "partial bonus is only useful in the Gravel Mountains and the Eternal Summer Nest" finally opened.

It was similar to what Nur thought. Most of the undead would come to forge a weapon once, and after finding that it was no different from what they had, they would choose to leave.

At most, they would forge a weapon with a good appearance and keep it on their body for replacement.

Uzumaki went to the blacksmith shop with a friend he had just met.

"I'm here to pick up the custom-made weapon."

"Wait a minute."

A big knife was placed in front of him.

"Wait, what is this?"

[Swifttooth Big Knife]

[80% off for shopping in the Eternal Summer Nest]

"Damn, a discount knife?"