The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 842 - 585: All Earned

Chapter 842: Chapter 585: All Earned

The space was almost disintegrating, the barriers between realms were forcibly torn apart by brute force.

But another failed attempt forced Mag to stop his actions, the force rebounding from the fractured barrier felt like a violent soul storm, impacting his mind, causing his shaky legs to go limp and unstable.

The surrounding space was torn by web-like cracks, a thunderous sound came from the front, vibrations spreading outwards, splitting the ground with cracks that rolled and extended endlessly.

A large number of Cursed Land warriors were devoured.

Mag watched this scene, anxious at heart.

The invasion had not lasted long, but the lack of progress made his mood worse and worse, relying solely on his meager strength couldn’t tear through space.

The loss of contact with many [Black Holy Sons] was the main reason for Mag’s urgency.

Successfully arrived, losses reduced, but his people were still dying in large numbers.

"What awaits us might be a pre-prepared trap, or countless powerful enemies." Mag tried to analyze, "They won’t let too many powerful enemies appear, that would cause space to collapse."

"I request to go into battle."

Looking at the bald head with vertical pupils, Mag stared at the other party carefully.

"Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure, the enemy can’t be endless."

Mag nodded in agreement with the other party’s statement: "Yes, if they really were endless, they would have proactively attacked us."

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"Why don’t we proactively kill them?" Lind was chatting with the Sin Dragon.

"What?" The Sin Dragon thought he had heard wrong.

Is there something wrong with your head, could you have been contaminated by the Undead.

"No one said only they can attack us, and we can’t attack them." Lind pondered the feasibility of proactive attack, finally shaking his head, "Not now."

A proactive attack would place the battlefield on the enemy’s land, reducing the pressure on themselves.

But considering the resource scarcity of the Cursed Land, even with unpaid Undead, sending them would still be wasting resources.

Fighting losing battles should be avoided from the start.

As long as the status quo can be maintained for a while, supporting Misty Rain City to successfully recover is enough, stable without causing trouble.

Lind held a blade with a strong aura of secret technique curse.

His fingertips lightly scraped the blade, and the sharp touch on his thick and hard fingertip skin made a metallic friction sound.

But from the blade, wisps of black air stretched like the tentacles of an octopus, sticking to his finger pads, and as Lind’s fingers relaxed, it tightly coiled, drilling into his body through the skin pores.

The barely noticeable curse tried to hinder Lind’s blood circulation and disrupt the magic flow in his body.

"This should be the debuff blade." Lind guessed the blade’s function based on its effect on him, "Probably can slow life recovery speed and magic recovery speed, as for the extent."

Couldn’t see, because the little curse was instantly devoured by the crest on his chest after entering his body, leaving nothing behind.

"Abyss?"

From the blade, Lind could sense those Abyss Sovereigns. Considering that after the Ring of Magic shattered, the Abyssal Calamity was the first to become active, it was highly likely that the Abyss didn’t belong to this world.

"Have you ever heard where those things in this world come from? Like the Abyss." Lind asked.

"No."

The Sin Dragon didn’t understand why Lind would think so far because of a small knife.

Having stayed in a boring place too long, the Sin Dragon now only wanted to sleep.

"These weapons are very interesting."

Lind didn’t intend to let the Sin Dragon off.

Not much different from the Abyss Equipment, but more stable, able to balance "curse" and "cost" well, not worrying about going mad quickly like using Abyssal Weapon, eventually being replaced.

More stable.

Of course, the attacked enemy wouldn’t be so relaxed.

Lind quickly scrolled through the screen in front of him, finding an Undead fighting with invaders, the other being hit by a curse secret technique, body twitching and writhing, starting to mutate in flesh and blood.

The undead, completely losing control of its body, was easily pierced through the throat by the other party, the consciousness dead, body still writhing, it took a long stalemate before turning to ashes.

Fortunately, those who came here were wizards, who were good at fighting from a distance, with little opportunity for the enemy to get close, just like rock paper scissors, only one side can survive.

"Wait."

Lind suddenly locked his gaze on a certain screen.

It was a lounge on the first floor of the Magic Castle.

A candlestick was lit by flames on a round table with oil and wax, the roiling candle wax seemed like frozen clouds sticking to the edges of the candlestick, layer upon layer.

In the bizarre yet quiet scene, the Undead and invaders occupied each side.

"That one, are you selling it?"

"What can you give me?"

"What do you want?"

The invader’s alien mouth opened wide, its sharp and long tongue sweeping over its needle-like densely packed sharp teeth.

"Magic, food, anything."

"Deal."

The Undead took out a piece of unrefined Magic Ore, which could be of some use during Alchemy.

The output was large, relatively speaking to a few continents.

When divided among Alchemists, it was still rare and expensive.

Lind witnessed the transaction between two enemies marked as "red names".

He knew there would always be strange maneuvers, as long as they could communicate with each other, even gestures could complete, let alone they all understood the common language.

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