The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 676 - 505 A New Era

Chapter 676: Chapter 505 A New Era

Magic Land Entry Ticket.

The Scroll Elder successfully obtained this ticket that could take him to other Material Planes and turned around to leave under the urging of an urgently face-changing "Coke Believer".

"Does a fool actually have his own kind of happiness?"

The leading Undead, watching the Scroll Elder cloaked in a Pepsi-Cola cape leaving, curled his lips in scorn.

They didn’t even know when to snatch something important, needing others to remind them, thinking it’s a 100% hand-held operation.

"Drinking too much Pepsi."

The Scroll Elder tried several times to explore the secrets of "Pepsi" and "Coke", even believing that it contained some special faith and belief war information, a religious war among the Undead.

He had observed that the Undead had no faith in religions, no conflict, and often changed affiliations, but it was different when it came to "Pepsi" and "Coke".

Stepping on the last bit of time, he arrived at the rendezvous.

In the distance, the tall tower was covered in the golden light of sunset, and the spreading buildings shone brilliantly under the sunlight, not showing any relation to the "Great Tomb".

A wide avenue, flanked by towering buildings, stretched to the end of the line of sight, which was the endpoint for travel to the Magic Land.

The closer he got, the more guards there were on both sides, who were strictly monitoring the thoroughfare.

But to the Scroll Elder, it didn’t seem to be about preventing the Undead from leaving this land; rather, it seemed like a measure to show how precious the tickets were.

"Line up here!" someone ahead shouted.

The Scroll Elder lined up obediently, when he didn’t know what to do, he followed what others did.

The towering figure of the Prince of Dual Swords appeared in sight; his eyes flickered slightly before he quickly lowered his head. With the Scroll Elder’s strength, he wasn’t worried about being seen through by the Prince of Dual Swords, since everyone going to the Magic Land was Undead; he just needed to be sure Prince of Dual Swords didn’t identify him as non-Undead.

If there really was a conflict, the Scroll Elder also didn’t have enough confidence that he could defeat the Prince of Dual Swords quickly. If the Black Knight returned, he would be caught in his own trap.

All kinds of conjectures emerged in his mind, and he tried to cross out the results of those speculations one by one.

Proving himself as Undead, there was no more convenient way than to find a topic in common with the Undead, like discussing the beliefs of the Undead.

"Do you believe in Coke or Pepsi?"

The suddenly asked Undead was stunned for a moment, then fixed his gaze on the Scroll Elder’s embarrassingly strong sense of shame in his cape, making no difference from the guy in front who wore an "Urea" branding.

Abstract!

The Undead shook his head: "I don’t drink Coke, nor Pepsi."

"What do you drink?"

The Scroll Elder didn’t expect that the fierce war of beliefs could lead to new issues, the beliefs of the Undead were so chaotic, just a minor Divine Authority already involved numerous factions?

"see you again~"

The other blinked, with an expression of "you understand, don’t you?"

The Scroll Elder blinked back.

Someone joined in the conversation on the side: "Kid, this is not amusing."

The Scroll Elder was a bit slow to follow, but he found that when he joined their conversation, not a single person felt it was out of place or amiss.

It also meant that he had successfully disguised himself among the Undead, listening more, he would definitely be able to mix falsehoods with the truth later on.

The man said: "I don’t drink Coke, Pepsi, nor Ice-Red Tea."

"What do you drink?"

"Capital! Liquid!" the other stood tall and proud, "and I only drink the pure Capital version."

The Scroll Elder’s eyes widened. The tastes of the Undead were so peculiar, he was just a pure deity from a fairy tale kingdom.

"How much in advertising fees did Big Kiln give you?"

Busted, he didn’t understand.

Before, Believers said that the beliefs of the Undead were not pure, now in the eyes of the Scroll Elder, they were the fanatics, not only understanding their own beliefs but also knowing the opposing sides.

At the same time, the Scroll Elder also stayed firm in his identity.

Pepsi Brother!

If anyone questioned him, he only needed to retort with a line like "XX dog doesn’t even drink it" to perfectly defend his identity.

The long war of faith finally ended, not because a victor emerged, but because it was time to go to the Magic Land.

Crossing the Plane’s torrent didn’t feel pleasant; they were like cannonballs shot into the sky, hoping not to explode and arrive safely.

This type of transfer was not absolutely safe, death always accompanied.

But since the target was the Undead, no one cared. The transfer was interesting because it wasn’t 100% successful, as long as the problem didn’t occur to oneself.

This cross-Plane journey was not smooth, even the Prince of Dual Swords could make mistakes, this error was unavoidable, unless he could grow stronger, to the rank of seven circles.

The air rippled, the Undead had no sense of an impending total defeat, some even excitedly began to talk to themselves about the "one in a hundred" chance.

"Brothers, we finally encountered it, lost in the chaotic flow of space and time!"

The Scroll Elder quietly made his move, trying his best to stabilize while ensuring he wouldn’t be exposed.

"F*ck, Pepsi Brother, did you trigger some quest?"

An Ice-Red Tea belief Undead asked.

"Ah?"

The Scroll Elder didn’t expect that a minor adjustment he made would be noticed.

"No."

He shook his head decisively!

The Ice-Red Tea Undead winked at the Capital Liquid Undead, and the two immediately launched a private chat.