The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 624 - 480 Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon Evolution Path

Chapter 624: Chapter 480 Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon Evolution Path

Lind raised his hand and shattered the body of the Bloodline Ancestor.

The evolution of primitive races was just like the primitive faith, the ritual process was filled with bloodshed.

Only with the advancement of civilization did human and livestock sacrifices gradually become obsolete, but on the Shilu Continent, cases of human sacrifices still occurred from time to time.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Melulan was about to leap into the churning, boiling "Blood Pool" in an attempt to be reborn, Lind raised his hand to stop her.

"This body, though severed from its soul, still possesses the instinct to survive. You are not an integral whole with it and might be rejected."

Or possibly devoured.

It was only natural for the part with the stronger vitality to devour the weaker one.

Lind wasn’t sure if discussing logic in a world of magic made any sense, but it was best to prepare thoroughly.

He took out the Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame, which he had not used for a long time. The Unclean Holy Grail had accumulated much dissatisfaction.

Times had changed; he was no longer the Lind Armand who could only desperately face the Dragon King Kote. Their relationship had long since shifted from an equal exchange to an unbalanced one.

The Holy Grail was filled with black maggots, which, as Lind gently shook his wrist, sloshed around in the thick black viscous fluid. During the collision, dense black sparks exploded and immediately ignited upon contact with the air.

Yet the flames that fell on Lind’s wrist caused no harm at all.

Lind casually pinched a few black maggots and tossed them into the Blood Pool. Like flames touching oil, a black blaze instantly spread across the entire Blood Pool, which began to roil and bubble.

After a few breaths, the boiling momentarily subsided.

Blood could give birth to the Blood Clan, and from the reaction just now, it was evident that even with the soul severed by Lind, the blood still had the instinct to survive.

If Melulan truly merged with the Blood Pool, she might not come out in one piece, and she might no longer be herself.

"Are you ready?"

However, Lind didn’t try to dissuade her; everyone had their own desires.

Melulan doffed her dress, revealing her pale body in front of Lind.

Her body had a soft curvature. As one’s gaze swept from top to bottom, it would inadvertently quiver along the curves, but Lind was not interested in "corpses." Moreover, due to their previous experience, they were "mindful of each other," using Melulan felt as awkward as using his left hand, or rather, a dead left hand.

Melulan dissolved into the water as soon as she entered, and a network of blood crawled all over the Blood Pool, and then slowly blended into it.

Lind continued to stand guard for a long while; he wasn’t simply waiting but was scanning information from various places.

The Underground City’s promotional efforts in Serylin Continent were not going well. Today’s underground cities were like chain stores; back when only the Black Knight Camp was involved, they could open anywhere they liked. Now, with many deities entering the fray, a "business brawl" had been triggered prematurely. Everyone was showing off their competitive tricks, Undead began shopping around, and all forces began internal competition, leading to the Undead bargaining for the best deals.

The main battlefield of the Black Knights was in the Enstad Continent, and the main storyline was on the Shilu Continent; it seemed to have nothing to do with Serylin Continent, so it suited everyone to focus on the immediate benefits.

There was so much miscellaneous information that it was impossible to keep up with; even if Lind could multitask, even dividing himself into ten thousand parts wouldn’t be enough to care for the millions of Undead.

He could only focus on the essential information, such as the 12-god Alliance on the Enstad Continent having already formed the Alliance Army, which had engaged the Black Knight Camp on the Salt Alkali Plain for the 35th major battle, a brutal conflict indeed.

However, the sales of the Black Knight Camp were excellent, with hundreds of thousands crazily consuming, and there were those merchants who pleased Lind by reselling equipment on the side.

An inside job was great; spending money on the Black Knight Camp’s lucky draws, and then selling the obtained equipment to the Alliance Camps was equivalent to Lind profiting from over a million Undead.

These transactions could be converted into tasks, making the Undead gather materials for him, slay deities for him, and put their lives on the line for him.

Therefore, the production line for Mechanical Servant equipment was in full swing, producing various subpar equipment at a rapid pace. These items weren’t considered good in Magic Land and certainly weren’t noteworthy on the deity-awakening Enstad Continent.

But granting equipment didn’t mean high production.

Even if hundreds or thousands of blacksmiths appeared, they were still a drop in the bucket for hundreds of thousands of people, and with equipment damage needing repairs, the Undead’s pursuit of equipment was always fervent.

There was never a moment when an Undead thought they had one set of equipment and could consider it complete.

Everyone would crazily collect various sets of equipment they didn’t have, switching between different playstyles, seeking fun in that process.

Whether it was the joy of changing equipment or the pleasure of finding a "simple and brainless" gaming method.

Equipment could never just be one set for graduation; completion was only possible when every single set was collected.

The production line had a massive advantage in this respect, since high-end equipment couldn’t be mass-produced even by the Mechanical God Cult, but there was no problem flooding the market with low-quality junk equipment.

Beyond this, Lind paid attention to nothing else, not even the Sekapus Giants he had proactively mentioned.

Finally, Melulan transmitted a message: she had succeeded.

"I have a strange feeling, as if it’s information left by the Progenitor," Melulan communicated through some mind-reading ability. "The Crimson Lady and the Crimson Nobility are not skilled in combat, so there are also some other tribe members who excel at it."