The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 849 - 588: Exploiting Bugs, Really Entered an Unreleased Game Map_2

Chapter 849: Chapter 588: Exploiting Bugs, Really Entered an Unreleased Game Map_2

"The high-end combat power is almost sufficient, the deities we’ve subdued are even excessive for our needs."

The number of Divine Skin Divine Authority pieces in Lind’s possession is also increasing, and the number of fifth-ring strength deities who have pledged allegiance is growing rapidly.

One matter after another is laid out before him.

Of course, the most important task is still to complete the total unification of the Magic Land and establish human rule.

"Have the deities seal those things underground; they can’t be allowed to roam freely on the surface."

The things underground are likely to come, just as heedlessly as the invasion from the Cursed Land, and the authenticity of the information cannot be guaranteed. Only by broadening one’s horizons and jumping out of the current position can the "truth" be seen.

Moreover, the truth is not singular; there can be many interpretations.

Lind felt he was about to fall into the same awkward position as Rania once said, sitting immobile on the throne, the most efficient way being him overseeing everything from here.

Let the strong lead the weak, driving the undead out to do the work.

They will bring back valuable information, and Lind can also quickly increase his own power through this. A solitary journey is always dull.

Rushing to the front lines is too inefficient, and time is always pressing for him.

Lord Lind craved battle.

The Battle of Misty Rain City would continue for a while, and the invasion from foreign lands at Sky Star Magic School was the same; for now, he was still in a state of having nothing to do.

As if aware of Lind’s boredom, the King of Black Phosphorus came to Lind’s Lord Hall again.

Old Black had changed his outfit, watching Lind constantly churn out new equipment. Old Black was envious but thought it was a bit foolish to pull scales from his own body for materials.

That day, the King of Black Phosphorus finally understood that, even though his size was akin to a mountain, he could be stripped bare by greedy undead. As long as the benefits were sufficient, the undead would go to any lengths.

To avoid becoming a bald dragon, the King of Black Phosphorus had no choice but to change his strategy and ask Lind for help.

Lind’s advice was simple.

Joint branding.

The "King of Black Phosphorus" joint-branded gear would be displayed alongside him in advertisements once Lind’s factory produced the equipment. These would then be broadcast on open screens in major cities.

Some city lords had already started using large cinema screens in squares, using magical media that were more effective than the lord’s speeches; truly important matters still required a signed document.

It was only the less important yet widely needed information that would appear on screens.

Naturally, with the King of Black Phosphorus cutting corners, the equipment attributes declined, causing the undead to no longer view the King of Black Phosphorus as the strongest material supplier for now.

However, sales of the joint-branded items were still impressive; style was everything.

Incidentally, all the armor that Lind wore had replica versions, which were the best-selling at the moment. The King of Black Phosphorus would only roar, while Lind, as a model, wore them genuinely. Those outfits even appeared on his character card and followed him in memorable battles.

"Why not join me on the battlefield?"

"I’m very busy; looking idle just seems that way." Lind raised his hand and pointed to his head, "Busy!"

"Like what?"

"Religious belief divisions." Lind had already retrieved the material plane map from the Mystical Mage.

Exquisite and cleverly crafted alchemical tools.

It allowed him to see each material plane, and he only needed to make small marks as long as it didn’t affect their movement.

Now, two of the three continents were densely populated with small flags.

"There are too many gods." Lind said.

"Indeed." The King of Black Phosphorus nodded, agreeing with Lind’s statement, "But they can’t really be considered gods, just manifestations of power and rules. Controlling them doesn’t mean one controls the whole world; they’re like golden wheat in a field."

"Do you have the Agricultural God’s divine authority?" Lind felt it was interesting.

If Old Black had used beauties, princesses, or treasures as examples, it would have been more in line with a dragon’s character.

"I have no interest in that stuff."

"Do you know how to reach the other three continents?"

"Three?"

The Sun, the Moon, the Magic Land, Shilu, Enstad, Serylin, the East.

Lind pointed to the world orbs on the "tree."

He didn’t need to go there himself, but could send the undead and his strong subordinates. There were resources there, including strong individuals, old nobility, and scattered Magic Ring Shards.

Everything had to be recovered.

Just an open exploration task would surely appeal to the undead.

But Old Black’s gaze stopped on the Moon: "What does this ’X’ mean?"

Lind made an archer’s gesture.

Everything was understood without words.

"You really should go to the Misty Rain City battlefield." Old Black advised, "Your fiancée’s voice there is much louder than yours."

"I’ll go, but not now."

"I can’t understand you people, why desire the battlefield and not go yourself."

"We can’t fight in every battle, but sitting here we won’t miss any." Lind didn’t intend to argue further on this topic with Old Black.

The other was a typical dragon who didn’t get hungry as long as he was full, strong enough not to fear invaders.

"Do you know the way?"

"I know." Old Black said, "You can use the Subterranean Tunnel Worms; those guys remember the way once they’ve been somewhere."

"Besides that?"

Subterranean Tunnel Worms were very precious, serving as moving trains between different continents was enough. If those places were also invaded by some powerful force like Sky Star Magic School, or even completely occupied, it would be too dangerous.

Old Black continued: "Find a local who knows the way to open the coordinates for you."

"If those wizards from Sky Star Magic School are still alive, it might work."

Like the Mystical Mage, for example.

Now, only a few Legendary Mages were still alive, and those Lind knew happened to be the most indifferent among the wizards.

"Go to the Permafrost Land."

Old Black offered another suggestion.

"There’s a well there that leads to other continents."

"A good suggestion, but I’ve heard there are some rogue Angels in the Permafrost Land?"

Like Wen Riven’s Angels, there was a group of them there.

"Do you care about Angels?" Old Black examined his nails.

His thick fingers looked like radishes wrapped in black mud.

"True enough."

Strength was the ultimate truth, and fortunately, his fists were now strong and big enough to manage.

"But don’t go to the Divine Realm anymore."

"Why?" Lind asked.

Old Black pointed to the Moon on the alchemy map, "You will end up here."

After receiving contact from an undead magic bull, Old Black left decisively.

Although, as the King of Black Phosphorus, he couldn’t participate in many wars, as an undead Old Black, he could revel freely.

Lind stared at the map for a while longer.

The battle had entered a fever pitch; Misty Rain City would soon reach the main city, which would be his time to appear.

The throne must wait for its lord to arrive.

Before then.

Lind shifted his position to find a more comfortable spot, then turned his gaze to the livestream.

First, checking out the latest fashion trends.

Always maintaining a love for youth and vigor, fighting was for a good life, and admiring beauties was life itself.

He casually grabbed a bag of snacks, his physique allowing him to disregard those curses and enjoy the food.

Next was watching the undead’s remote livestream to see how far they had advanced in the Cursed Land.

He hadn’t watched closely for a few days.

Surprisingly, the group still hadn’t suffered any casualties.

And as they kept advancing in one direction, their equipment increased, with carts and cages.

Three undead sat obediently in the cages, acting as commodities.

Strange yet comical.