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Chapter 633 - 483 Lord Lind’s Grudge Notebook

Chapter 633: Chapter 483 Lord Lind’s Grudge Notebook

The Black Knight Greatsword turned out to be such an awesome weapon, why didn’t you say so earlier?

The Undead heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts. It was good that there was a way to obtain it, regardless of the future combat power of the weapon, just the ability to transform into a flying demon was enough to make them try harder.

"Wait, you can fly with this sword too? Then why would I become a Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon? Ack, give me a refund!"

"Can I devolve into a handsome human instead? My silver hair really goes to waste if it’s not paired with this sword."

"So how many shards are needed to exchange for a sword, do I need to call friends to help chop once? It won’t turn into collecting Gold Coins and then using Gold Coins to exchange in the end, right? And the Gold Coins won’t get stolen, right?"

Amidst the chaotic voices, Lind was still confronting Sekapus, who had already suffered injuries, while his own condition was very good. Judging from the current situation, he could deal with the opponent in half a month’s time, or maybe a month?

The sharp burst of noise protecting Sekapus finally dissipated, the giant figure drained of power. Although It attempted to extract enough energy from Its exhausted body to stand up again, Its body was not under control.

As the "Merchandising Undead NPC," Lind slowly descended, hovering in the crater formed from their collision, the demon spread its wings, striking a cool pose.

He was showcasing the product.

If he couldn’t spark the Undead’s enthusiasm to spend, to stimulate consumption, then all the time he spent here would’ve been wasted.

Defeat Sekapus? He couldn’t do it in a short time; the opponent’s vitality was incredibly resilient. It had already begun to recover in this brief moment; unless he took out enough time to seriously fight a battle with Sekapus.

But that didn’t fit his "Black Knight Greatsword Merchandising Feature."

"You!" Despite Sekapus’s exhausted strength, Its figure remained as towering as ever, supporting Its body to stand upright.

At this moment, the inner world of ’Giant’ Sekapus was heavy, observing the Undead frenziedly surrounding that strange fellow, expressions of ecstasy more fanatical than any Believer.

An enemy that could never be completely eradicated, and one strong enough to withstand Its attacks, even doing counter damage, Sekapus had to readjust Its battle strategy.

Itself being the God of Knowledge and not the War God of Giants, running away wouldn’t be disgraceful.

When unharmed, it could remain utterly indifferent and rational.

When it suffered even a slight injury, it would become angry and crazed because even ants dared to hurt it.

When heavily injured, rationality returned, and then it considered escaping.

Lind immediately saw through Sekapus’s bluster and recognized what calculations it was making. Whenever he was outmatched by an enemy and planned to run away, preparing to put down the enemy’s name in a notebook for the Undead to take revenge later, this was how he would act.

Appearing brave and ready for a do-or-die fight, but every hair on the body actually thinking about fleeing.

He raised the Black Knight Greatsword, aiming at the giant figure in front – of course, he couldn’t let the opponent escape. Now was the prime time to boil a frog in warm water; the other party, eager to flee, would restrain their power and not fight with all their might. An enemy who liked to show mercy, very good.

Stack a few thousand slashes first.

The True Demon’s figure circled around the giant, swiftly waving the sword in hand, the air itself being sliced emitted a whooshing, mournful howl.

Speed was what Lind was best at, but others always mistook him for a tank because of his high resilience, and he believed Sekapus must be thinking the same.

Quite obviously, It was about to change its mind.

Faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster!

The air was cleaved, leaving behind crimson lines that crisscrossed like a spider web.

Landing.

His "True Demon" form exploded into red crystal shards. Although Lord Lind didn’t like the name True Demon, it sounded as if he was copying something—okay, his first request when making this equipment was to copy it, the closer the better, even if it meant sacrificing some less important parts. For instance, without the four wings, he would actually be faster. Flying didn’t have anything to do with flapping wings unable to move.

But those were unimportant, his task was to dodge copyright... psh, to shift blame to the "officials." I’m just a plain old storyline NPC, who will vanish without a trace when my job is over; what does copyright infringement have to do with me?

So, are you ready to Burst Gold Coins? My dear Undead.

As his body reverted back to that dusty Swordsman, Lind stumbled forward a couple of steps. He was willing to give his performance a 101 out of 100. Frequently getting injured meant acting seriously hurt was a piece of cake for him.

And this time he didn’t spit blood, maintaining an atmosphere ready to burst forth.

Like a cream puff stuffed with filling, waiting for one bite to let it flow out, the Burst was what everyone wanted. He didn’t want his spitting to steal the Undead’s attention.

Save the spotlight for the end.

Behind him, the sliced air’s red lines burst forth on Sekapus’s body, showing various abnormal attributes, a pity still superficial damage. Against Sekapus, now on guard and truly awake and serious, he’d need more than half a month to grapple to the death.

"Arrgh, arrgh, arrgh!!"

For Sekapus, it was merely humiliation; the seemingly fierce attack just now hadn’t actually caused much damage. In just a little while, It could fully recover, Its recovery speed would even become faster the more Its life was in danger.