The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 845 - 586: They All Committed Suicide After Getting the Goods_2

Chapter 845: Chapter 586: They All Committed Suicide After Getting the Goods_2

Hila’s crystal ball, although quite effective, takes up too much space, cannot connect to the network, and requires close proximity to view, making it extremely impractical.

Lind possesses network interconnection abilities, but just connecting teleportation gate signals requires extremely high costs. He wouldn’t waste resources for a mere crystal ball.

"Then I’ll give it a try. They can also record content they like."

That’s probably something you like to watch.

Recently, there have been fewer uploads of earthy small sweet dramas, visibly dampening Hila’s spirits.

Finally seeing off [Witch] Hila, Lind closed his eyes, ready to surf the internet. Most of the time, he would choose surfing, occasionally late-night chatting with his confidante partners.

But he’s pretty tongue-tied, opting to express with actions instead.

"Are you here?"

The invasion signal from the Cursed Land resounded once more.

Lind promptly issued reminders.

Forcing pop-ups to let the undead see, the power of deities represents absolute divine authority within their coverage range. His story dominus ability in visuals and text couldn’t be overlooked.

Sky Star Magic School.

"Match successful!"

Vortex Mouth teamed up with temporary squadmates to enter the match.

They had contacted before; a team of invaders carrying substantial gear was arriving next. Don’t attempt an attack; they’ll flee.

Space equipment was no longer rare items, yet the undead still chose to carry bags full of resources. They appeared to be filled with magic materials.

Five figures appeared ahead.

Ugly, steel needle-like teeth.

Vortex Mouth heard a teammate’s snarky comment: "I can’t imagine the amount of meat lodged in their teeth."

Meeting face to face, both sides looked at each other warily but refrained from attacking.

If anyone breached the rules, others would immediately halt the transaction. The invaders had [Black Holy Son] for securing communication, while the undead relied on group chat.

"Is everything ready?"

"Everything’s here." The other side produced a bag.

A green beast hide bag with strong curse aura, with pustules on it, exuding an unsettling presence.

"Show us what’s inside."

The other side poured the bag out; clattering, gear spilled out profusely.

A few walked up; even split into countless squads for transport, each invader team brought mountain-like resources.

Vortex Mouth and others walked up.

Thought of annihilating the enemies was not viable. The invaders’ overall strength was superior to the undead in the magic school; the glass cannons afforded no room for error.

Thus, they chose a safer approach.

"1"

"2"

"3"

Five rushed up, embracing the mountain, frantically stowing items into their space bags, and before the enemies could react, chose to self-sacrifice at the spot.

One by one, ashes exploded, scattering with the wind.

Leaving the invaders staring at the chaotic scene.

...

To ensure safety, Mag increased resource support, keeping the transport corridor open, allowing his subordinates to swiftly return with items.

He wouldn’t give the enemies a hundred percent trust.

Ahead, densely packed teleportation gates spread out like a beehive, covering the sky.

Space had reached its limit, any misstep could lead to a spatial collapse; interconnection between two planes wasn’t absolute. A rupture in the Material Plane would draw more plane forces’ attention to its existence.

However, if the Cursed Land’s plane shattered, it would significantly miss contact with the Material Plane. They were impoverished, unafraid of invasion, but losing the fat meat brought to their doorstep was unacceptable.

Both sides aimed to maintain their own stability.

From beehive-like dense teleportation gates, a figure shot out, causing one space gate to instantly shut.

Mag looked at the landed figure and asked: "Elliot, what’s wrong?"

He sensed the ill-omen on the other, the atmosphere was very bad.

"We were tricked!"

"What?"

"Those undead." Elliot struggled to organize his words, "After meeting us, they demanded to see if what we brought was appropriate."

"Of course."

Mag didn’t find any issue. Trading cursed relics for precious Material Plane magic resources, they were the biggest beneficiaries.

Don’t even mention the transaction price; even the exorbitantly offered price by the contractor, no matter how much higher, they’d still nod in agreement. It’s all about resources.

Rare magic resources were not produced in the Cursed Land, rare to the extent that even buying was impossible.

Which is why he thought those people were foolish.

People could obtain curses from various planes, but no one could acquire precious resources from another Material Plane.

"Then, they robbed our stuff."

"Rob?"

"They rushed forward, then self-destructed."

Elliot himself was perplexed.

"They acted like maniacs. They died, I’m certain, but so did our possessions, nearly everything!"

As more invaders returned with similar reports to Elliot’s, the native guardians didn’t choose to trade but lunged at the equipment and resources, opting for self-sacrifice. Consequently, their items vanished.

"So, we..." Mag’s voice was hoarse.

Losing everything!

After promising the red-robed mage and ruthlessly plundering surrounding forces, they were deceived of everything.

[Black Holy Mother] received a contact request.

"Thanks, huh." A nasty voice came through, then communication ended.

"Invasion!!"

Mag roared.

"Kill them all, leave none alive!"

...

"We’re rich!"

"Anyone want to swap gear? It’s not the set I wanted."

"Cheap sale, anyone interested+++"

The undead eagerly shared their spoils.

Inside Sin Dragon Castle.

"Did you foresee this?" Sin Dragon witnessed the shamelessness of the undead once more.

He believed he had underestimated the undead, who used the unique space judgment during self-inflicted death for direct robbery.

From a long-term perspective, the undead’s losses were enormous; just a few not-so-precious magic resources could fetch sets of cursed relics, an absolute win-win situation.

However, why would the undead care about long-term plans?

Considering their rapid growth, whether there were level restrictions or not, their strength would inevitably transform drastically in a few months, rendering the current gear obsolete.

"I think they’re still too conservative." Lind remarked.

Restricted by strength, the undead performed this way quite commendably.

Another group of undead had fattened up, bypassing him as the middleman.

Account noted against the undead.

Successfully thwarting the Cursed Land’s petty ideas as well.

"Wait, you should see this." Sin Dragon suddenly said.

Lind followed Sin Dragon’s guidance to look.

It was an elite glass cannon squad, with one member being Lind’s familiar undead, Dark Great Mage Diao.

Lind also recognized a few others, witches who appeared early in Sky Star Magic School’s exploration, unlike other undead who changed gear and attributes for matching, these individuals pursued instant kills.

Five successfully matched and met the invaders for a transaction.

Meeting face to face, two deceitful undead suddenly acted, threw multiple alchemical tools, and used magic, forcibly controlling five invaders.

Dark Great Mage Diao and three other witches raised their magic wands, mimicking drawing bow actions.

Magic elements swiftly drew out, three acted conjointly, nearby space elements quickly shriveled.

Mystical Magic Arrow!

Three arrows successfully pierced three invader’s heads.

Quickly drinking magic potion to recover, they maintained perfect rhythm, capturing remaining invaders before they could react.

After capturing, they chose only one person to take the gains and leave, while the remaining four dragged two captives through the teleportation gate.

Initiating reverse invasion into the Cursed Land.

It’s happening, undead’s reverse invasion!