The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 831 - 579: Where There is Life, There is Death_2

Chapter 831: Chapter 579: Where There is Life, There is Death_2

Turn over and continue walking forward. As long as you follow the direction of the magic waves, you can’t go wrong.

This is a magic laboratory. About four doors as high as Lind are pushed open, creating a gap wide enough for the undead to enter sideways, but it’s obvious it would jam Lind.

He pressed his hands on both sides of the door, pushed lightly with a bit of force, and with a heavy sound, the door opened.

Inside there were dozens of floating bookshelves in the air, and a massive table lying horizontally in the center.

On the table, nine spheres were suspended, like fruit hanging from branches, and one sphere resembling the sun and another resembling the moon orbited the nine spheres.

Lind did not perceive any danger; he proactively walked to the table, his body quickly expanded and grew larger, transforming into a giant, the feeling of stretching his muscles made him feel very refreshed.

"World map?"

Among the eleven spheres, excluding the sun and moon, three instantly attracted his attention.

"Shilu, Serylin, and Enstad."

The combined size of the small spheres Shilu and Enstad roughly equated to Serylin.

Next to them was a slightly larger sphere, "The Borderland where the Ring of Magic illuminates the mundane and the Divine Realm."

The text around the sphere’s surface revolved like planetary rings around the small sphere.

Close to the Magic Land was a very small sphere, resembling a satellite.

Permafrost Land.

The entire world presented itself to Lind, giving him a sense of sudden clarity.

Among the nine worlds, five were already known, and one was labeled "Eastern Continent," reminding Lind of Ghost Selena from the "Banshee’s Horn," who claimed to have crossed the ocean on a flying dragon, accidentally arriving at Shilu Continent from the "Far East Magic School."

Although Lind long ago stopped using the Banshee’s Horn, for most undead with increasingly varied gameplay, the ancient "closed beta" period games no longer held their interest.

Lind also had no intention of continuing to open those experimental prize pools.

Constantly opening new prize pools provided more excuses to plunder the undead’s pockets.

"I believe the world is spherical." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Lind turned to look behind him. It was a Knight wearing magic armor, the intricate magic patterns on the armor were like artwork, strongly suggesting that its decorative purpose far surpassed its practical use.

A short cape hung from his back.

"Mystery Master." Mico seemed a bit nervous.

"Mystical Mage." Ms. Dai Juying’s reaction was similar.

They were all legends, but there were legends who could fight and those who couldn’t, her combat power was comparable to the Crystal Mentor.

Lind stared at the other side.

Holding a slightly curved metal magic wand, fully armored, no wonder the two would instinctively think the other was a Legendary Mage skilled in combat.

"I disagree." Lind did not perceive any hostility from the other side, "I’ve met someone who crossed the ocean from one continent to another, carried by a flying dragon."

Flying dragons were ferocious symbols to the weak, but to the strong, they were just somewhat fierce beasts.

Giants and flying dragons, completely different species, giant dragons could easily conduct plane movement, but flying dragons would exhaust themselves just flying across a continent.

One was a magic masterpiece; the other was a biological creature.

Lind pointed at the small sphere on the table: "Eastern Continent to Shilu Continent."

"Perhaps it was accidentally influenced by some kind of magic."

The two did not discuss this matter much; for Lind, it was meaningless. The possibility of crossing the endless ocean to search for other worlds paled compared to directly jumping through a teleportation gate.

The same goes for the Mystical Mage.

"Let’s set all of this aside, temporarily." The Mystical Mage turned to look at Ms. Dai Juying, then glanced at Mico.

Clearly, he had no impression of Mico, a woman who spent most of her days holed up in the broom room.

"We have much to discuss." He turned and said, "In the back, although the outside world has undergone some giant changes, I believe in these years of research, those mysterious spells will steer everything toward a positive direction."

Lind glanced at Ms. Dai Juying; her expression was solemn.

"He’s not a chatterbox." She said, "Especially suggesting to talk."

It indicated the other’s mind had undergone some changes, the constant resurrection of the undead clearly did not evolve in a positive direction.

"Wait for me here." Lind said.

Then he strode forward.

Ms. Dai Juying’s eyes followed Lind, watching him enter through the door with the Mystical Mage, until the door closed, blocking her view.

"Not planning to follow in?" She asked Mico.

"Trust."

"Aren’t you worried?"

"Always have been..."

Mico’s face showed undisguised sorrow; it was evident that during her long stay at the Sky Star Magic School, she had heard many legends about the Mystical Mage.

It was surprising that someone who should have died in the instant of the Ring of Magic’s collapse stood there in defiance now.

Meanwhile, Lind followed the Mystical Mage into the room, where it was a spacious indoor training ground.

Suddenly, the sound of a battle horse’s neigh came from the side of the Mystical Mage; a Spirit Horse appeared beside him.

He nimbly flipped onto the horse’s back.

His metal magic wand began to quickly flash, blinking urgently.

"No more acting?"

Lind previously noticed something unusual; the undead kept charging inside, resurrecting and dying, yet why had they not appeared in front of him?

When the Mystical Mage posed, he understood.

The other had also set up some spatial barrier, filtering his enemy.

Makes sure he wouldn’t be surrounded.

"Let me guess." Lind said, "You’ve studied the Starlet, even been to Shilu Continent; you obtained this power from Annelar beneath Rand Kingdom, right?"

His body did not expand, just swung his arm to produce an axe.

The axe blade dragged on the ground, sparking as Lind walked forward.

"I’ve found many magic teleportation circles underground, those circles almost connect all regions, so not just you, witches from other worlds’ magic schools on that tree, must have congregated, hunting Starlet."

The power from beyond fascinated everyone.

Whether craving pure strength or knowledge, these wondrous items were irresistible.

Binding oneself to the world as deities is an utterly foolish choice; Lind did not consider himself special, nor did he believe he was the only one recognizing the issue.

"I also hunt that thing." Lind said, "But we fundamentally differ; I aim to eliminate these invaders; you... intend to attract more, even if the world collapses, the Material Plane is infinite, but an egg that can attract flies is rare."

The Mystical Mage spoke: "Interesting guess, do you think this is why you must battle me here? A human with magic bloodline?"

"Please, call me Old Nobility." Lind grinned, "Precisely because of my bloodline, I am more dependable; interests determine our positions, isn’t it?"

He had no reason to betray his source of power.

The Mystical Mage raised his metal magic wand: "You previously claimed all Material Planes are on the same sphere."

"Don’t you also insist each Material Plane is its own world?" Lind retorted.

Both might be truthful or might be veiled probes.

"Since entering your barrier space, my doubts are finally resolved."

"Mind sharing? As your final words."

"Remember I mentioned that flying dragon from Far East Magic School that crossed the ocean to Shilu Continent?" Lind said, "It lived in ruins; if I patiently searched the ruins, might find familiar objects, like the teleportation circle to the Eastern Continent."

The Mystical Mage made a drawing bow gesture.

Magic Arrow swiftly formed.

"Too bad you won’t get the chance."

A fatal death aura locked onto Lind.

The Mystical Mage’s body shimmered with magic light, his magic power burning like flames, the horse began to gallop, but the arrow aimed at Lind’s heart.

As he released the bowstring, he said: "Where there’s life, there’s death."