The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 835 - 581 Successful Match_2

Chapter 835: Chapter 581 Successful Match_2

No need for Lind’s orders, the Sin Dragon already knew what to do. The rapidly expanding space barely held together, eventually stabilizing at half-human size.

"We can’t hold on for long," the Sin Dragon turned his head to Lind and said, "With me guarding here, at most we can persist for over a decade, after which it will become uncontrollable even for me."

"A decade is barely enough."

In other words, Lind must succeed in ascending to the moon within that time frame, to drive out a powerful Starlet lurking up there.

However, the situation wouldn’t ease even then. By that time, the unprotected Magic World would be completely exposed to other realms, like a peeled fresh egg in front of a flock of famished flies, who would swar, wrapping it up and leaving behind only maggot-filled remains.

He couldn’t do it, and neither could the Undead.

"You stay here during this period," Lind said, "No matter what happens outside, don’t worry, I’ll have the Mechanical Believers accelerate their research to keep the space stable... and also deploy the barrier, maintaining the combined power of those entering Sky Star Magic School under 5 rings."

The Sin Dragon nodded indifferently and asked, "What if someone stronger than me comes?"

"I’ll issue orders to keep the strong ones in Magic Land away from the east side. The invaders from elsewhere won’t be able to break through the barriers here anyway."

If they could break through, the Sin Dragon surely couldn’t hold them off, and neither could Lind.

Extending this process would give Lind enough time to enhance their overall power and master the force of the Ring of Magic, what they lacked was time.

When Lind left the underground, he turned to look back. Apart from a new castle that clashed with the surrounding buildings, nothing seemed particularly notable.

Furthermore, the entire Sky Star Magic School had been completely subdued by Lind, with no slack spared in eliminating those who needed to be eliminated, and the Flying Dragon had voluntarily submitted to the Sin Dragon.

He watched the Flying Dragon migrate towards the castle, building new nests on or around the Sin Dragon. A new layout of the magic school had emerged.

This place had become more "primitive."

Lind successfully found the Furnace, an intact Furnace, but his current strength had reduced his need for the Furnace, and consuming Magic Potions had very little impact on him.

Just like the Mystical Mage and others, who refused to be shackled by becoming deities and instead sought power externally.

The Starlet was their target.

Lind welcomed power indiscriminately, as long as it didn’t impose obvious constraints, he could temporarily borrow the power of deities.

He handed the Furnace to Mico, hoping she could ease her research on Magic Ring Shard Potions.

All the Undead were forced to leave Sky Star Magic School.

[Dungeon: Sky Star Magic School]

[Type: PVP/PVE]

[Enemies from the dark corners have set their eyes on this land, enter Sky Star Magic School to thwart the invaders]

[Entry requirement: Magic compliance]

[Reward: Successfully thwart one invasion to obtain "Sky Star Magic School Treasure Vault Key," access to the special reward pool "Library," "Sky Star Mentor up↑," "Mystical Mage up↑," "Ms. Dai Juying up↑"]

[Currently open for entry at will, no combat required, please "match"]

Everything happening here came into view of many of the Undead, sparking some significant interest as Magic Land was suddenly split in the middle, catching their attention, especially with the newly opened dungeon.

However, this interested only some of them.

Strategizing against the Ring Knight and battling those stronger yielded better gains.

Many Wizards decided to join in the fun.

Outside Sky Star Magic School, the forest beside Ms. Dai Juying’s tower had become a lively gathering spot, with thousands of Undead swarming in.

"Match!"

"When will matchmaking open? Why can’t I match an invader?"

"Won’t we Undead go in ourselves?"

"Not sure."

"Wait, there’s one!"

"Damn, five slots available, quick get in."

...

Boundless barrenness.

A blood-red sun half-buried in the horizon.

A spiraling tower struck askew into the ground.

Mag looked up, squinting as he traced the towering structure all the way to the top.

A Mage Servant, carrying a steel trident made from Multi-bone Horned Dragon’s horn, dressed in blood-red leather armor, walked up to Mag.

He wore a six-eyed mask, a long mask, also blood-red.

The Mage Servant spoke, "Mag, the Mage summons you. Remember, no wandering eyes."

"Yes," Mag lowered his head; despite the Mage Servant’s weak powers, he showed his respect.

The tower was solid inside; to reach the top, one had to climb the spiraling stairs outside. The broken stairs were fear-inducing for ordinary people during the climb.

Those close to this tower were at least 2-ring strong, agile enough to climb to the top with ease.

Mag could jump several times, stepping on the slanted tower to quickly climb to the top.

No one dared to do that.

A formidable, bloodthirsty ruler resided at the top.

The tilt of the tower body didn’t affect the top; it felt visually skewed, yet one could sense an incredibly reasonable gravitational pull, as if standing upright.

Reaching the top, Mag half-kneeled on the ground.

His eyes remained fixed on the ground.

"Mag?" The voice was old and weary.

"Raise your head," the voice commanded.

"Yes..."

Mag slowly lifted his head. The first thing caught his eye was a massive spell platform, or magic circle, he didn’t know how to call it as his understanding of magic was limited.

In the Cursed Land, mainstream forces were curses, calamities, and mysticism; no one practiced magic due to its scarcity and lack of fitting environment.

Ahead was a blood-red chair, with a beautiful woman dressed in a robe matching the chair’s color sitting there.

She had no hair; her head shape was full, and she looked absolutely under 20, yet her eyes and voice were filled with age-old weariness.

"...Mage," Mag whispered.

Gazing too long at her was a sign of disrespect; he quickly shifted his sight to her white toes peeking from beneath the red robe.

Elegant, tender, white, brimming with youthful beauty.

His heart stirred, lips dry.

"The Face Stealer hasn’t returned."

"Are you referring to that Material Plane?" Mag involuntarily glanced at the Mage’s eyes, seeking answers.

The urge for magic and life drove them impatiently toward those Material Planes.

"Yes, that Material Plane is highly resistant to external forces. Enter, understand, disintegrate, and conquer that world."

"As you wish!" Mag stood tall.

He knew he must react quickly and secure enough benefits for the Mage before the other "Mages" discovered.

Whether it was due to the Mage’s terrifying power to alter worlds with a mere gesture or pure yearning for the Material Plane.

This was destined to be a prolonged battle.

Powerful individuals couldn’t enter.

Mag hurried to the Material Plane’s fissure entrance, assessing the specific situation.

"Space is unstable; strength above 4 rings cannot enter, strength below 3 rings risks being torn apart by space."

So 3-ring and 4-ring individuals can enter, but still face the risk of being shredded; out of 10, about 2-3 could successfully reach.

"How many can we send in at most?" Mag asked.

Unable to use powerful beings, but a large base number could be increased. With tens of thousands of 4-ring warriors entering, they could still conquer that Material Plane and establish a successful base point, quickly learning about the plane.

"Not sure, but several tens of thousands should be possible."

"Tens of thousands?" Mag smiled, "Things are simpler than we thought."

He already saw success beckoning.

Meanwhile.

Sky Star Magic School, the eagerly waiting Undead.

"Match successful!"

"Match successful!"

"Match..."

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