The lord is red again

It was as if he stepped on an invisible wind, and Liuwei Dihuang Wan's movement speed was greatly improved. After he lifted his foot and stepped out again, he was in another place.

The wind on both sides blew his ears, whistling.

He quickly fired arrows to harass.

The sudden mysterious buff affected the entire battle situation. Liuwei Dihuang Wan's side, which had always been at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, had the opportunity to counterattack at this moment.

A message came from the team's private chat.

"They are going to get together."

"I just killed two."

"We also lost two on our side."

There was no time to rush back to the border from the birth point, so this time it could only end with one side's forces being completely wiped out and then being continuously pushed forward by the winning side.

"You guys hold the line in front, I'll catch the singles, remember to report the point!" Liuwei Dihuang Wan quickly formulated a battle strategy.

The explosions in front kept coming, and soon progressed to the physical collision of close combat, and the rumbling sound of hitting the ground made the battlefield chaotic.

Liuwei Dihuang Wan took two deep breaths. The team kept sending out news of one-for-two or two-for-two. The more people died, the more obvious their disadvantage was.

"12 o'clock, the lone nanny!"

The news finally came.

Liuwei Dihuang Wan quickly moved towards the target. He ran in a "stealth" style with his body lowered. His speed was not much different from that of a normal person running at full speed.

A wizard holding a magic wand was running to the left of Liuwei Dihuang Wan. She was still wearing several heavy equipment. She should be the main combat force. In order to keep light, all the burdens on her body were thrown to her.

"Good opportunity!"

He quickly took action and killed the nanny so that the opponent had no endurance. His advantage would be higher.

The capture was very successful. He started with a 1-ring fireball. The exploding fireball kept overflowing with high temperature. Because Liuwei Dihuang Wan kept lying on the ground, the land was invaded by the high temperature and became charred. He quickly raised his right hand and swung it forward.

As the fireball flew straight towards the nanny, he quickly took out a magic scroll. The long battle almost exhausted his mana bar, but unfortunately the resistance of the potion was still there, and drinking a bottle in a short time would not help.

The light spots flew around like fireflies, and rushed towards Liuwei Dihuang Wan's body as if summoned, absorbing him and making him glittering, like the stars in the night.

It was getting dark, and this battle had to end as soon as possible.

While successfully recovering some magic power, he did not slow down his forward speed. The nanny in front was also hit by the fireball in the last second.

"Ah!" The other party screamed and fell to the ground. The excessive weight on her body made her lose her balance.

Liuwei Dihuang Wan, who caught up, quickly drew his sword, but just met the other party's pitiful expression.

"Yametie!"

After kicking the other party over, he reached out unceremoniously to grab the things on the other party. The explosive equipment was to be taken off while the person was still alive.

The other nanny, except Yamedie, just kept struggling. It can be seen from her flustered appearance that she has been well protected and has never experienced any war.

"Didn't they say that the relationship between men and women over there is not very good? Why are there still licking dogs and licking girls?"

After snatching the things, Liuwei Dihuangwan stabbed his head with a sword in the horrified eyes of the other party.

"Why didn't you translate Yamedie's sentence? Is it because I can understand it?"

The translation function of the game is really smart.

Draw the sword and harvest a big harvest. Liuwei Dihuangwan hides again, looking for new assassination opportunities.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came from behind. Liuwei Dihuangwan turned his head and saw a wall of fire waves coming towards him, but the blazing flames were too obvious, so it was impossible for such a powerful magic to sneak attack successfully. He easily retreated and hid behind a huge stone.

When the fire wave rushed over, Liuwei Dihuangwan, who had shielded himself, endured the hot aftermath of the heat wave and rushed forward.

Every wizard who has released a large-scale spell will definitely drink potions to replenish his magic power. This is a huge battle of physical strength and magic power consumption.

"Got it!"

He allowed himself to smile victoriously. When the long sword pierced through the opponent's body and forced the opponent's blood bar to empty, he sped up and took away the equipment on the opponent.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded beside him.

Liuwei Dihuang Wan made a quick decision and pierced his throat with a sword.

Rather than being seriously injured by the explosion, he wanted to commit suicide and return to the bunker with his captured gains.

"I'm rich!"

"Come back and adjust the rhythm. They have been stripped naked and will definitely keep harassing."

Next is the time to divide the spoils.

Other undeads still on the battlefield also committed suicide to leave the battle. There was no loss on their side, but they paid some magic scrolls and potions, while the opponent was robbed of a large wave of equipment, and even precious materials.

"It's getting fatter!"

"How do we divide it?"

"Everyone choose what they want first. If no one wants it, we can divide it. If someone needs it, we can discuss it with each other or dice it."

Several people nodded and agreed to this decision. They must speed up the development.

They were in a hurry. If they had a conflict with the undead forces next to them, they would definitely not be at peace in the future.

"Continue to recruit people."

Liuwei Dihuang Wan quickly decided the next development direction.

Then several people ate, chatted together, watched videos, and looked at the current main line progress.

I felt much more relaxed after I found that the progress had been slow.

"But to be honest, the battlefield buffs dropped by the Sin Dragon Castle are pretty cool."

"I was dropped a +100% injury buff." Another undead said, "Then my squishy skin was killed in one move."

"It's just luck, it really increases the playability."

"It should be considered system intervention."

"Wait a minute, let's go over later." Liuwei Dihuang Wan said, "Maybe they found a group of helpers from somewhere, we must steal his house as soon as possible and destroy the [Core]!"

...

The Sin Dragon Castle will appear on the battlefield at the beginning of the war, dropping various uncertain buffs or debuffs, which cannot be refused, and it depends on luck.

This behavior, as Linde thought, did not cause strong resistance from the undead. Some people complained, and some people felt it was very good.

Of course, those who complained were those who were cursed, and those who praised were those who benefited.

"Is this what you think?" The Sin Dragon Castle was still flying in the air.

"You can't give the undead a choice, and let them just accept it."

Linde is still very satisfied with Sin Dragon as a partner. Although he may be a bit talkative sometimes and has a strong obsession with kissing, he is very obedient.

No one likes to add a layer of negative effects to themselves, even those undead who like to do extreme operations. The premise of their extreme operations is that the benefits are greater than the sacrifices.

Sin Dragon can't provide those benefits, and Linde can't either, so the undead can't be allowed to choose.

"Your main job in the future is to hover in the sky and appear on the battlefield, and don't do anything else."

"I think this is already very good."

Sin Dragon took the opportunity to throw out many curses, and he was in a very relaxed state.

The mood has improved a lot, and anyone can hear it.

"Make the weaker party stronger, weaken the stronger party, or counterattack in desperation, and occasionally make them win without suspense." Linde said, "There are many things you can do."

He never doubted the dragon's bad taste. After a long time, this group of long-lived and powerful creatures have grown a brain that automatically finds fun according to instinct. Sometimes Linde even suspects that the proportion of that brain is larger than the dragon's cerebellum.

The same territory war is going on quickly. While a large amount of resources are consumed, a large amount of resources are mined. Working for others is completely different from working for yourself.

Building houses more actively, repairing roads more smoothly, mining more attentively, and even portals are beginning to appear in large numbers.

A roar came from the Sin Dragon Castle.

"Go back to the Demon Land." Linde said.

The Sin Dragon, who was hovering over the battlefield, watching the little ants fighting below and occasionally throwing some energy balls, immediately tore open the space.

Just before leaving completely, the Sin Dragon shook the castle like a shrimp laying eggs, throwing out a burst of colorful balls.

The war below immediately entered a white-hot stage.

Demon Land, near the throne of war.

Feeling the breath of the King of Black Phosphorus, the Sin Dragon became much more honest.

Lind walked to the gate of the castle.

The undead probably never thought that Lind entered the castle not by teleportation, but by the gate.

Opening the heavy gate, in front of him was the huge head of the Sin Dragon sticking out of the castle shell.

He said: "The rest of the things are up to you. By the way, remember to open the castle to the public during the time I agreed with you and allow the undead to enter the castle."

"I know very well that even if they come in and do nothing, they must be allowed in."

Opening within a limited time helps to cultivate the undead's sense of time, and the irregular appearance of the gods will also increase expectations.

The most important thing is to establish the important image of the Sin Dragon Castle in the hearts of the undead. After it becomes irreplaceable, it represents authority.

"Also." Lind finally said, "There are traces of stars on the Enstad continent. Keep an eye on it."

The Sin Dragon flying in the sky every day is like bait floating in front of you.

It is just that it is impossible to determine the strength of the hidden star. Whether the other party will rush out happily after seeing the Sin Dragon, or hide in fear, is unknown for the time being.

Linde jumped down from the dragon head, and the Sin Dragon Castle quickly left this space.

Located in the clouds.

Linde looked down at the War Throne below. Compared with when he first established this place, the city-state called "War Throne" has expanded several times. The houses stretching to the mountains and the densely walking crowds all prove that this is the center of the undead in the Demon Land.

"It's a pity that there are not enough "fun" things in the Demon Land. A large number of undead people would rather stay in the Novice Village Continent."

His figure quickly landed, and after a few flashes, he landed.

Judging from the scale alone, this place is definitely a "utopia". Of course, the conditions for forming a utopia are also relatively harsh, such as those who dare to make trouble will be immediately surrounded and killed and expelled.

This peace can only be achieved under strong suppression.

After nodding to the undead who greeted him on the side of the road and selectively ignoring his dirty talk, Lind came to the hall.

Seeing the people in the hall made him raise his eyebrows.

Yisi, the genius girl among the astrologers, and Noor of the Mechanicus.

How did the two of them get together?

"Do you two have something to ask me together?" Lind looked at Noor, whose body was gradually becoming mechanized.

His eyes struggled to find a small part of the body tissue on the other party, and most of it was completely replaced with high-efficiency magic machinery. Rapidly rotating gears of different frequencies replaced the position of blood vessels in the body, so that energy no longer relied on blood, but on blood. It is transmitted through the rotation of gears.

Although his face still looked like Nuer's, it had completely turned into magic material. Linde speculated that it might be related to Nuer's modification of his brain first.

Nur's body's talent for cultivation was destined to be unable to go further, so it was like destiny to embark on the path of mechanical ascension from the "Plover School" of the Mechanicus.

Without greater strength, he cannot undertake larger research. Should he keep his semi-mechanical body here and then be replaced, or should he work hard for a chance, even if he fails to succeed, there is even an abyss waiting for him.

Noor didn't think too much and was very reckless.

"It's Miss Isi," Noor said. "She divined a future for me that's close to me, but that future is full of uncertainty."

"What future?" Linde looked at Isi.

The red-haired girl raised her chin slightly, her expression a little proud.

"I saw the followers of the Mechanicus. They are huge in number, but they are trapped in one place, in a ruins in Wuyu City."

Linde has always suffered from a lack of talent. He even wanted to bring out the blessed weapon for Nur to study, but what he could do was only slightly better than the 'book thief' Dome.

Thanks to his magical body that never gets tired and his powerful memory, the difference between the two is only on the level of knowledge, but not on the level of creativity.

Domei also tried to restore the manufacturing based on the imperfect teleportation array, but it was knowledge that restricted Domei.

The old wizard holding the sword may also want to mechanically ascend, but fortunately there is still a lot of knowledge waiting for him to learn, so there is no need to do so for the time being.

If a large number of talents from the Cult of Mechanicus can be recruited, what awaits Linde will be the rapid upgrading of weapons and equipment, which will also mean a rapid improvement in the strength of the undead. It will be a huge step before he can achieve his goal.

"What is it that you're not sure about?" Lind asked.

"I have seen multiple futures." Issy spoke of the prophecy more seriously. "They seem to have begun to pay allegiance to Grand Duke Hein."

"What about the other one?" Linde had to admit that he didn't like that future.

He and the other party will eventually have a battle.

They have never met each other, but they have always paid attention to each other's opponents.

Compared to Grand Duke Hein, he was undoubtedly an inconspicuous newcomer in the eyes of the other party, an offender who challenged authority.

"All dead."

"Sounds really bad, isn't there any loyalty to me?" Lind asked.

"That's the third future."

"It seems I should work hard to make the future come true." Linde will never let go of a large number of talents.

Unexpectedly, Yisi suddenly showed a smile, and suddenly changed from quirky to naive.

"What did you think of?"

"Will you work hard to make the future come true?" Isi blinked and looked at Linde.

Linde raised his hand and put it on her head.

"Ouch!" Issy's face was held by the hood, and her head could not bear the huge pressure brought by the big hands, and she lowered her head suddenly.

She pouted unhappily, wondering why everyone likes to slap her on the head.

Linde's voice came: "Don't think too much! I just choose to realize the future and never accept fate."

I recognize the future that is good for me, but the future that is not good for me...are all fake!