The lord is red again

"The situation is completely out of control!"

Ma Nan held the cursed relic [Black Holy Son] in his hands, his voice dry.

He was not attacked by those people, but faced with their endless deception techniques and unscrupulous bombings, Manan's legs weakened.

It is unclear who the intruder is. As a guard against the intruder, those material plane mages should be cautious, lest they cause too much casualties and damage. Most importantly, they should be afraid that being too violent will lead to increased space fragmentation.

When the space cracks get bigger and bigger and the shadow of the Cursed Land shrouds the land, the only thing that will greet this world is destruction.

But the situation is completely opposite. Now Manan is praying to the wizards in the material plane to be cautious. It is obvious that they have lost their patience.

Fortunately, [Black Saint Son] finally contacted the mother body.

In his hand is a multi-legged insect, which uses the power of the curse to involve different material planes, and can contact the [Black Madonna] in the distant cursed place.

"Manan?" came a familiar voice.

"Uncle! The situation is very bad. There are only five of us together. The four of them were wiped out by the local natives using magic when they first met. I am the only one left alive."

"Calm down, kid!"

"I……"

"You are not the only one, others are still alive. Many of us are alive. I have contacted them."

"Then why..."

"Enchantment, magic, or something else, magic is always so beautiful and strange, that's why we are so eager for magic, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right."

Although the other party couldn't see his movements, Ma Nan still nodded vigorously.

"They divided the strength of the army, which is a good thing. The warriors of the cursed land are good at fighting independently." Mag's voice came out, "What you have to do is to survive, wait for others to attack, and stabilize our current situation. The advantages we have.”

"Our...advantage?" Ma Nan felt that his uncle must not know what he was going through at this time.

He had no advantage at all and ran away with his tail between his legs like a lost dog.

The reason why he can survive until now is not because his secret technique or curse is so powerful, nor because he is good at defense, but because the enemies have not discovered his position from beginning to end.

As long as they meet once, Manan can guarantee that he will be trapped by the mechanical iron lump using weird magic, and then be forced to face the magic bombardment of the remaining four people without exception.

"Reinforcements." Mag's voice came, "I have applied to the red-robed mage for a portal dedicated to the material plane. We can teleport there no longer as humans, but also weapons, and those cursed relics!"

After hearing this, Ma Nan sat upright in surprise, but the next moment he saw an undead man running past, he immediately shrunk his neck and hugged his legs with his hands to reduce his area.

He lowered his voice: "As many as possible, maybe we will have a protracted war."

"Of course." Mag's voice was filled with the confidence of winning.

With the full support of the powerful mage, as long as they successfully capture this material plane, they can turn over and enter rapid development.

The barren environment has made the residents of the Cursed Land suffer a lot, and plundering is their instinct.

At the same time, the undead man also lost his patience.

"You're not coming out, are you? Okay!"

Indiscriminate bombing begins.

Feeling the ground shaking crazily amidst the "booming" magic explosion, the smile on Manan's face disappeared. It was unclear when help from his hometown would be sent, and he was not sure whether he could survive to that moment.

"boom!"

A blazing fireball hit the ceiling above his head. After the collision, it exploded and turned into a rainstorm of flames that rushed to the ground. Ma Nan, who was huddled in the corner, endured it.

As long as you keep silent and hold on, nothing will be a problem.

On the other side, the undead who had completely lost their patience and no longer wanted to play the hide-and-seek game began to bomb indiscriminately.

Drinking medicine, restoring magic power, and bombing, the four of them bombed all the buildings that could be destroyed.

Pieces of small ruins appeared.

"Did you find it?"

"Not here."

"Not here either."

"This way..."

The undead man suddenly paused and looked towards the corner ahead. He searched that place several times but did not see the enemy, but...

【-100】

【-56】

[Abnormal flame burns]

And as the number of injuries and blood deductions jumped, a red name appeared on the opponent's head.

"There isn't one here either." The undead man said as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, quietly chat with your teammates privately, asking them to come over quickly, and remember not to alert the enemy.

After waiting for a long time and the burning pain on his body disappeared, Ma Nan breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he raised his head, he found five familiar figures standing in front of him.

Um?

"Surprise?" The five people held their staffs high.

At the critical moment of death, a sudden flash of magical light attracted the undead's attention.

The ceiling of the upper floor was torn down by a violent force, and a huge rectangular pattern occupied the narrow space above.

Although the undead people don't know what happened, since their side has not received any reminder, it means that the things in the portal belong to the enemy.

Summon magic? Forbidden curse?

They changed their offensive goals very well.

Manan, who was huddled in the corner, looked at the portal. He located himself according to the Black Saint, and then opened the portal directly. His uncle still felt sorry for him, but now he just wanted to say don't do it, stop it.

No matter what is coming out of the portal, only destruction is waiting for the other party.

The light is dazzling, and the portal keeps expanding, and finally succeeds in stabilizing.

The black void replaced the glowing portal. It was a cursed beast with a huge mouth. It looked like a pure black leopard, but its mouth could crack like a petal.

In a world without magic, it was also forced to adapt to the barren environment, so it evolved a powerful curse poison, and its body was also extremely strong and agile.

But it was also unruly.

The black panther opened its big mouth like a petal and roared, and the broken lips vibrated with the sound waves of the roar, and the sound was like a steel needle hitting everyone present.

The magic that the undead wizards had been preparing for was not far behind. The wizards after mechanical transformation released magic tentacles. The evil tentacles with curses suddenly stretched out and locked the neck of the cursed black panther, like a venomous snake that suddenly moved, at an extremely fast speed.

Manan: "?"

Wait, why would this group of people use magic with a strong curse breath, which seems to be more evil than the secret arts he mastered.

Who is the invader? Why can they use curses without hesitation?

He had this thought again.

The cursed black panther was entangled by the tentacles and dragged out forcibly.

It tried to move back, and the instinct of the creature told it that it should never jump in directly like this, otherwise it would die.

However, the remaining undead wizards had already released dazzling magic circles in the air, and the spells quickly popped out from the touch of their lips, and the dazzling light hit the cursed black panther directly.

After four consecutive bombings, the strong cursed black panther was already bleeding, and its body could not resist the powerful force and was pulled out of the portal.

Along with the bags of supplies, they were also pulled out.

Various cursed props were scattered all over the ground.

After landing, although the neck was still tightly strangled by the magic tentacles, the black panther's movements seemed to become completely free the moment its feet touched the ground.

It disappeared in an instant, and the tentacles also sank into the ground.

Suddenly it became a fishing activity, and the bad stalemate started from now on. The wizard was inherently at a disadvantage in this fishing power duel.

But the cursed black panther did not show its head after drilling into the ground.

Because the remaining few people had already prepared magic, they pointed their staffs at the ground.

The highest realm of fishing is to directly blow up the entire fish pond, no matter how big the fish is, it must die, and this is the situation now.

Manan: "I said everything is over."

The attitude of the undead people is completely the opposite: "We have made a fortune."

The props scattered on the ground in front of them exuded a strong ominous atmosphere.

Many people may doubt if they give them to others, thinking that they may be cursed or corrupted. In short, stay away from these things as far as possible.

But for the undead, as long as it can increase even a little bit of attributes and help a little bit, it is a good thing.

They can bear any price.

The underground is not a place to stay for a long time.

"Boom!"

In the version that is correct!

The moment the black panther showed his head, the magic bombardment was delivered.

The black panther, lying straight on the ground with his body stiff, was motionless and had died.

The glass cannon will never disappoint people. The beauty of simple but straightforward numerical values ​​does not need to care how many tricks the enemy has. If you touch it, you will die.

The target of the undead has changed to Manan.

Magic condenses and releases.

The vision is filled with colorful light of magic. When the undead open their eyes again, they have appeared outside the copy.

"Damn it!"

"I haven't picked up so many good things."

"Search before you take action next time. It's a big loss."

Although it was just a simple glance, it was not difficult for the undead to see the preciousness of those props with their tricky eyes. If you don't get them, you will lose.

The lottery key in your hand is not good anymore.

…

In the cursed land, in front of the portal.

Mager looked grim. His nephew Manan had lost contact, and his [Black Saint] was also destroyed.

It was not because of the tension of blood relationship. The blood had no emotional connection with them. Instead, he delivered a batch of supplies to Manan out of trust in strength.

Now even the cursed black panther responsible for transporting supplies died.

Lost.

Fortunately, it was not always losing.

The men on the front line quickly sent information. They defeated all the enemies with great difficulty, at the cost of two deaths.

The remaining three people had a chance and actually gathered with the other survivors.

"It seems that as long as we win, those space barriers will be broken, and everyone can get together."

Gathering together is an opportunity for the army to counterattack.

"Continue!" Mager looked at the new team.

The team needs to receive [Black Saint] and ensure timely communication.

Then he found more than a dozen teams.

"You have other tasks to do." Mag said to the dozen teams, "You don't need to fight your way out, and you don't need to win. You just need to... bring back the things from that world."

"Yes!" They nodded to show that they were clear about the mission objectives.

The sound was a bit chaotic, the unique chaos of the cursed land, without rhythm, but when they stretched out their fangs, no one could resist them.

In front of Mag was a huge living female, its body squirming, attached to a magic stone statue, the symbiotic relationship made the squirming thing inseparable from the stone statue.

[Black Madonna], they all called it that.

A strange living relic cultivated with curses and secret arts.

The Black Madonna's body squirmed, a tumor the size of a fingertip swelled up, and it kept trembling and breathing. After a while, the tumor broke apart, and a multi-legged insect crawled out.

Someone had been waiting on the side, and the multi-legged insect with mucus on its body was picked up by a hand and sent to the altar, relic fragments, hero bones, and some special ores dug out from the mine.

Energy chaos has very strong energy.

They constitute the growth needs of [Black Saint]. After eating enough, the centipede curls up and rolls into a ball like a millipede. The food it swallowed before begins to take effect, and its body gradually stiffens until it dies completely without any reaction.

The new cursed relic is completed.

The whole process is a bit long, but fortunately, it is only the process of the centipede eating and dying that is long, and it can be cultivated in batches at the same time.

Looking at the team rushing into the portal without hesitation, Mag's eyes are full of expectations.

He needs to get more help, and those helps will never be given to him out of thin air. He needs to get back some results, and those things related to magic are what he urgently needs.

The sweet smell of magic, no one can resist.

...

In the Sin Dragon Castle.

Lind abused his power for personal gain. After the undead killed the "invading red spirits", he kicked them out as soon as possible and took back the bags of supplies.

Evil cursed weapons, rotten food such as some jerky meat that looks like genitals, the situation in the cursed land is worse than he imagined.

"Make the dragon feel disgusted." The sin dragon retched.

"Isn't your divine power a curse?" Lind asked casually, and raised an arrow.

Curse and arrow are definitely the best partners. If they stay in your hands for a short time, the person who is hit will be cursed.

"That depends on what kind of curse it is. These things only make me smell bad." The sin dragon complained, and asked, "Do you have a crooked mind again?"

"Cursed mind? I think there is something wrong with your evaluation."

"Giving some garbage to the undead, not letting them spend money to buy it, and only getting it through lottery, isn't it a crooked mind?"

"What you said is wrong." Lind shook his head, "It's their greed that's at work. I gave the undead a chance. If they only draw once, they won't lose much. With one chance, they may get a ten thousand times return. This is my kindness to the undead."

"Really?" The sin dragon thought it was not that simple.

"Did I force them to draw a lottery?" Lind asked back.

"No."

"If you don't win, you won't lose. If you win, you will earn tens of thousands of times. I just spread the cost to everyone. I am thinking about the undead." Linde said very seriously.

"Greedy undead!" Sin Dragon nodded.

It's all because the undead are too greedy. Linde is right.

If you think about it carefully, it is true. If the undead didn't think about taking advantage but chose to stop while they were ahead, how could Linde make money from them.

If you don't win, you won't make money?

Linde has many ways to force krypton, and he still has many tricks to use.

However, when it comes to krypton gold in lottery, it doesn't matter whether the trick is new, but whether the reward is attractive enough to make the undead willing to go bankrupt for it.

"Select a batch to fill the prize pool, and another batch to sell in the store." Linde has already thought of how to deal with the resources in his hands.

Resources picked up for free are always profitable.