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Chapter 223 - 195: The Object in the Dense Fog

Chapter 223: Chapter 195: The Object in the Dense Fog

Magic Ring Shard!

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

Both people involuntarily inhaled a breath of cold air. Before or after the apocalypse, the Ring of Magic had always been the source of people’s strength.

Before the apocalypse, people prayed to gods to learn and gain power.

After the apocalypse, people developed various Magic Potions to directly steal power.

To say the Ring of Magic is the origin of the contemporary civilization is not an overstatement.

"Yes, it is indeed a shard of the Ring of Magic," Serene nodded, her palm becoming crystalline under the blessing of the shard of the Ring of Magic, but the joy on her face began to fade.

Just as the shard was about to melt through Serene’s palm, Lind immediately reached out and grasped the shard in his hand.

Touching it directly and through water were two completely different feelings.

The power of bloodlines and surnames resonated with the shard of the Ring of Magic, and the two seemed to have made a connection in an instant.

Magic Ring Shard: Hey, it’s one of our own.

There was no burning sensation, and although his own strength was indeed being stimulated, it was like a misconception after just waking up. When Lind tried his best to feel it, he found it wasn’t so, his actual strength hadn’t increased in the slightest.

"Don’t you know?" Serene looked at Lind puzzled. She appeared charming as she soaked in the water, with her wet hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks. However, neither Lind nor Reed were in the mood to appreciate it.

Perhaps there was nothing in the world more attractive than the "Ring of Magic."

"What?" Lind asked.

"Blessed Weapons and Cursed Weapons, they all have something to do with shards of the Ring of Magic."

...

According to Serene, shards of the Ring of Magic didn’t have any special uses at present. Maybe it could make Lind’s Old Nobility bloodline a bit more excited, but that was more or less equivalent to a stimulating and awakening effect. If he truly wanted to bring out its power, he should forge it into a Blessed Weapon.

Just a rice-sized shard of the Ring of Magic was already capable of direct soul fusion. It was believed that a Blessed Weapon forged out of it could better control this fusion power.

Lind had no choice but to humbly ask for advice, as Serene was a top student from the Far East Magic School. Saying a few nice words and asking some questions was definitely not a loss.

That’s what’s great about being a lord, never pretending to understand when he doesn’t and often being happy when others understand something he doesn’t.

You understand, I’ll snatch you up, then you can work for me.

My mission is to know that you can do it and get you to work.

Forging a Blessed Weapon was not as simple as imagined. Serene merely mentioned it casually and extinguished the idea that had formed in Reed’s mind.

However, throwing the shard into the water for spirit fusion could definitely not continue. This rough kneading without any rules was extremely stimulating and damaging to the soul itself. Moreover, the product made was always a substandard semi-finished good without any significance.

...

Meanwhile, at Star Dragon City.

The lives of the Undead who suddenly closed off Hell’s Temptation didn’t become boring. They still had a lot of work to do, like grinding for Points and more Points.

The guild listed many tasks, and going to farm in the Calamity Shadow Region was always one of the main jobs.

Food was an issue that could never be overlooked, and the return was always very stable.

Besides, a portion of the Undead set off once again in search of Cyclopses, eager for Points and to unlock the Volcano Monster Bird.

Having the Catastrophe Warhorse, many Undead grew increasingly obsessed with the Volcano Monster Bird, playing the game like it was a monster collection adventure. Surely no one could resist having a group of Catastrophes fight for them.

Even if not for fighting, they proved to be quite showy when brought out.

The Catastrophe Warhorses could be used for traveling, and many Undead had already experienced the convenience.

The newly joined Undead from Cazhen Town were desperately grinding for Points at Star Dragon City, all to get a batch of Catastrophe Warhorses, tired of the travel depending solely on their legs; they too hoped to shorten their map navigation time.

What if it felt like an online game? The gaming experience is what matters most. Who would actually take playing a game as enforced cyber labor? Happiness is key, but if the game becomes too real, it can easily discourage players.

It’s no secret that the Volcano Monster Bird could help leap across the map. If you had one above your head as a guide, you’d be able to fly over insurmountable hills or towering buildings that might hide something.

Even just to use as a glider would be quite nice.

However, this batch of Undead en route to plant in the Calamity Shadow Region were suddenly attacked by a swarm of frenzied ghosts that emerged from nowhere.

Because of this, a large part of Star Dragon City’s Undead fell into an inexplicable crisis. Until they were scratched to death by the ghosts, they had no idea what had happened.

There was nothing in the Officials’ update announcement or in Star Dragon City’s update announcement.

...

Having traversed the underground passage at Red Dragon Foothills, Lind returned after a long absence.

The Soldiers had already set up defense constructions, and rows of arrow towers boasted their formidable combat power.

Upon seeing Lind’s arrival, a Soldier proactively came forward to greet him.

However, Lind’s target this time was not to return to Prey Town. The various factories in Prey Town were still rushing to produce, and satisfying the incessant resource waste of the Undead was definitely not an easy task.

This world is not code; there are no respawns. The biggest difference between the Undead of Star Dragon City and those from other regions lies in resources.

In other regions, the Undead are severely lacking resources, and all sorts of potions and Magic Potions are sold out the moment they are bought. Even if you offer more money, the Pharmacists simply won’t indulge you.

Therefore, many Undead have grown accustomed to enduring with their bodies, treating potions as treasures. Apart from drinking one when facing a boss, they would absolutely refrain from drinking if possible.

But looking at Star Dragon City, as long as you work hard, potions are generally sufficient, and the Undead of Star Dragon City even have a bad habit that makes the teeth of Undead from other regions itch with envy—they like to "keep their health up".

If their health bar drops below 80%, they quickly take a swig.

Other Undead would only drink potions if they were truly on the verge of death or so severely injured that they were impeded in movement. Otherwise, they would never indulge, always adhering to the principle of saving whenever possible. Even rich players waving their money to buy potions would always find no sellers.

"You don’t need to follow me" Lind did not let Reed continue to accompany him. Reed had followed him in the tomb last time, but it had not been much help, and the danger he might encounter this time could be even greater.

Lind still remembered that within the mist, the "Blessed Weapon" or "Cursed Weapon" related to Flames. If he entered, he could ensure he would come out unharmed, but Reed could not.

Seeing that Reed wanted to say something, Lind said, "Go find Bard. I need him to continue designing new outfits and accessories. I’ll head there as soon as I’m done here."

"Yes," Reed nodded this time.

The journey to the Ancient Battlefield did not take much time. He had run this path countless times. The Ancient Battlefield once had bodies strewn everywhere, but as winter passed, what remained was only the gradually eroded white bones and broken Armor, lost to time and the sands.

The horse hooves trod non-stop over dry bones, and the sky also seemed to cloud over with the post-war haze at this moment.

Lind had not participated in this war. He didn’t even understand what the dispute was about between the Rand Kingdom and their opponent. He only knew that the corpses here had been long-standing, unclaimed, and unattended, as if completely forgotten.

White mist wafted ahead. Lind had wanted to ride his horse into the mist—since his vision was obscured, and after the experience in Soul Valley, he trusted the sight of his Catastrophe Warhorse implicitly.

However, this time the Catastrophe Warhorse seemed anxious and uneasy, resisting all urges to move forward. Left with no choice, he had to chain the Catastrophe Warhorse to a tree.

Stepping on the gravel, he entered the thick fog. The outlines of the dilapidated citadel roughly formed in Lind’s mind as the mist was hot and visibility was extremely low.

With one hand on his sword and the other clutching the Banshee’s Horn, he probed forward.

The sensitivity of his body to fire allowed him to clearly pinpoint where his target should be.

He didn’t know how far he had gone when suddenly his toes "splash" dipped into some water. The sound of parting the water surface made Lind instinctively stop.

Whooosh!

A thunderous roar crashed down, and then the searing heat that made the air feel viscous tore through the mist.

Lind felt as if he was standing in scorching lava, even more so than when he faced the flames sprayed by the Earth Dragon that Serene had ridden.

Boom!

The fog in front of him was suddenly torn apart, and a massive wave of fire dominated Lind’s vision in an instant.

He had no space or time to dodge. It was as if his world had been reduced to crimson red at that moment. He had often thought about how to face it, but at this moment, all he could do was rely on the fire resistance granted by the Melting Furnace Crest.

His body was completely engulfed by the flames. The Earth Dragon hide, touted to withstand swimming in lava, curled and scorched at this moment.

Lind’s consciousness was completely wrapped in pain, and he couldn’t even be sure if he was still alive.

But relatively speaking, his body was incredibly healthy, incredibly powerful at this moment!

Pain and strength tore his consciousness asunder within him.

In the instant the firelight appeared, Lind finally saw the obscured view ahead, a vast expanse of water, sinister and cold, exhaling a chill.

But because of something burning in the water, it continually triggered the mist, perpetuating this unceasing, growing fog, causing it to linger for years without dispersing. It even misled Lind into thinking it was a spectacle formed after an apocalypse and believed its existence was natural.

"Not dead, not even injured," Lind grinned, showing his teeth, delighted.

Only his Armor seemed a bit worse for wear—the golden plate armor was completely melted, and the Earth Dragon skin was wrapping his body like tattered cloth.

Lind simply tore off the ragged upper-body Armor, and the golden Earth Dragon leather peeled away, leaving him with just a frayed pair of trousers on his lower body.

Approaching the front once more, the flames assailed him again.

This time Lind saw clearly that it was not some "Blessed Weapon" or "Cursed Weapon," but a gaping maw wide open.

A dragon’s head with an extremely long neck rose out of the water, as tall as Lind, from bubble to brow.

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