The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 700 - 516 Lord Pre-registration, No Need for Face_2

Chapter 700: Chapter 516 Lord Pre-registration, No Need for Face_2

Do dragons and Dragon Knights have a good relationship?

I guess not; if someone wanted to ride them, they would surely turn hostile.

The war had truly entered a stalemate phase.

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"Leave someone who can represent you, grant blessings to the Undead, and give them strength as long as they pray."

Lord Lind was teaching the Deities.

They had previously made contact with the Undead and had been following Lind for a long time, so they were familiar with the basic rules. They knew how to bless the Undead and what to charge, having their own logic in handling matters.

The Deities were still too weak.

Each one was well-rounded in all aspects, without any distinctive traits. As bosses, they would definitely be hard to deal with; an all-powerful boss with overwhelming attributes, they were the absolute nightmare of the Undead.

In equal-level combat, being well-rounded meant that they were inefficient in all aspects, except for Ana Ghost who was quite good, but lacked intelligence.

Above the Eternal Summer Nest, the light of the Deities flashed wildly.

Probably only here could it be so, accommodating so many complex faiths. If Deities met in such a narrow area elsewhere, they would have started fighting long ago.

Lind quickly combined the Divine Skins.

Three pieces of Divine Skin, the power of the Story Master was completely in his grasp. As long as Lind chose to fully possess this power and obtain Divine Authority, he could become the true Story Master.

"Level 7?"

Moreover, it’s a Level 7 not adept at fighting. He must be out of his mind to choose to bind himself with this identity, although I’ve heard that some Deities have multiple Divine Authorities and hold various positions.

Lind focused on the part of the power associated with the elder in the painting.

Abilities, painting.

The ability to completely disguise one’s appearance, making it hard to detect.

"Is this the method used to mimic the Undead?"

He had already experienced writing stories, where as long as he gave a direction and requirement, the story could autonomously continue, but whether it was good was another matter.

There were often some headache-inducing situations.

And speaking of painting, Lind thought of William whom he had thrown far away, who was still working in the Black Knight’s underground tomb, that is, "skin."

This time the target wasn’t the Undead. Don’t look at how the Undead like to wear different clothes, but at this stage, most people pursue beauty while also chasing attributes.

Good looking clothes with poor attributes, good looking clothes with good attributes, ugly clothes with good attributes, etc., making it impossible for the Undead to easily gather what they want, that is the necessary precondition to squeeze them.

What if you could just give the Undead good-looking skins, and they all choose the ugliest but best attribute clothing, then wrap a layer of skin around it, who would then come to serve in the cyborg conscription?

Lind’s target was his NPCs.

First, he would preemptively "register," turning the golden [!] and [?] into his own trademarks, which was not difficult.

Whether Deities or common Lords, all had their own seals to showcase their identity.

Lord Lind shamelessly decided [!] and [?] would be his future exclusive seals, and he would also use the power of the Story Master to grant every NPC under his command the ability to illuminate [!] and [?].

When everyone was pursuing an immersive experience, an NPC that stood out would seem distinguished.

The other NPCs would only think that the Undead believed in Lind more, because seeing [!] and [?] was akin to seeing the Lord himself.

And no one would choose to give up their own seal.

It just so happened that Lord Lind was not among them.

He was in a very good mood.

With Lind regaining all the Divine Authority of the Story Master, the war in the Gravel Mountain Range was nearing its end.

Like any battle, the war would not end directly. Those crazy Beasts, small-scale Beast Tides, or Deceivers that liked to ambush were still persisting.

The Gravel Mountain Range had almost completely fallen into the hands of the Beasts, where they built their nests.

Like the giant beast severely wounded and defeated by Lind, its body became the best choice for many beasts to nest in, as well as those abnormally large ancient tree branches, burrows, lakes, rocky crevices, and so forth.

It would probably be difficult to gather them all out even if the number of Undead reached a million, given the Beasts’ rapid breeding rate.

Undoubtedly, the war is still ongoing, and the Undead now have a fixed "instance."

"Sir, I don’t see any point in this."

Mechanical God Cult Believer Nur tried to persuade Lind, having followed Lind for some time now, his insufficient strength meant he could only craft things below tier 3; he could craft higher but honestly, stacking materials was not challenging.

It’s like snapping off a horn of a tier 7 giant dragon and then crafting it into a Magic Wand or a great sword. That would merely be considered "ornamental work," essentially still relying on the material’s own capabilities.

True forging is not like that.

"Just like this."

Nur grabbed the huge body of a beast resembling a wolf, like a horse, but its body was now limp.

Lind said, "Its skin can be used for making cloaks, teeth for forging weapons, and the hardest skull can be transformed into a helmet."

Nur nodded, "Yes, but there is no objection, no different from other things we craft."

It was merely different in appearance, but almost no change in defensive performance. Why bother the effort to craft it? It was a waste of time, manpower, and resources in every aspect.

"No, that is the biggest difference." Lind looked at the body and after pondering for a while, said, "Right, add some random features on it."

"Random?"

"Yes, like after wearing it, buying things becomes cheaper, or after wearing it, charm increases making people like you more. Choose the ugliest set to boost the charm." Lind mischievously added, "Besides, wearing it could yield more rewards after completing tasks."

"Eh?"

That was beyond Nur’s understanding; he didn’t get it.

"Calculating shouldn’t be a problem for you. Set some formulas, and then every piece of equipment produced will bear specific improvements, such as items numbered 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 make buying cheaper." He had to slowly teach.

The equipment was useless, but Lind would make them beneficial.

If the Undead are not manically crafting weapons and equipment, not killing monsters for materials, what would they earn for themselves?

"And the charm?"

"I am the Lord." Lind stated.

Making NPCs like someone might be difficult for others, but it was simple for Lind, for instance, wearing an article of clothing praised by the Lord.

The recently concluded war had boosted Lind’s reputation to its peak within the Eternal Summer Nest; nearly all NPCs worshipped him madly.

"I need a Recorder Officer."

He admitted he sort of missed Ms. Doris, the Recorder Officer who always "accidentally" left behind her notebook, smartly helping him convey his messages.

"Lind’s fashion magazine," or "Alman Armor Appraisal," ways were always more than difficulties.

"I understand."

"Remember, do not craft too many of those weapons with special effects. If the Undead ask how to obtain special effects, just tell them it’s random."

Nur: "Yes."

Wouldn’t this drive those Undead mad?

As a follower of the Mechanical God Cult, Mechanical Ascension, absolutely accurate, and replicable data were their strengths. Except for a bit of "luck" required during research, they could usually be very stable.

Thus, the blacksmith shop bearing signs of "Exclusively for the Eternal Summer Nest," "Bonus effects only valid in the Gravel Mountain Range and the Eternal Summer Nest," and various other tags, finally opened.

As Nur expected, most of the Undead would craft a weapon once, and after finding it no different from what they already possessed, would choose to leave.

At most, they would craft weapons with decent appearances to carry and use interchangeably.

Vortex Mouth and a newly acquainted friend arrived at the blacksmith shop.

"I’m here to pick up the custom-made weapon."

"One moment."

A large sword lay before them.

"Wait, this is?"

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