Chapter 148 Second Stage

A roar erupted from the center of the flames.

The undead who were rolling fireballs were knocked over by the surging air waves. Even if their sense of touch was adjusted to below 10, the intimidating and oppressive feeling that was so strong that it penetrated the armor still made people tremble and their movements became stiff.

Lind once again endured the opponent's full-force attack. Facing the opponent's attack, all he could do was to use his body to resist.

His body was forced back again, but after this roar, Leon's attack became even more crazy and fierce. There was no rhythm, only mad rushing forward.

Being knocked away again, Lind's shoulder armor was shattered, and the plate armor, dragon skin, and chains were shattered layer by layer.

He walked backwards across the entire inner city hall and landed outside the rusty iron gate. His feet pierced into the stone steps, which felt extremely smooth at this moment, like spears.

dong dong!

The heart was beating wildly. The Ring of Fire and the Furnace Emblem were forcibly unified at this moment, absorbing the burning flame into the body. The flame flowed through the heart and was pumped into the blood vessels as the heart beat.

The burning and scalding pain almost devoured Lind's consciousness. Flames and blood flowed through his body, causing the flames on the surface of his body to disappear, and fiery red blood vessels and meridians appeared under his skin, as if magma was flowing in his blood.

It was painful, but the injury was being repaired quickly.

The crazy fireball attack obviously ignited something in Leon.

The dark and deep atmosphere makes people feel uncomfortable.

Leon has changed from an upright posture to a hunched posture, and a hint of red light can be seen in the gap inside the fully wrapped helmet.

"The BOSS has entered the second stage!" an undead shouted.

They always have their own way of addressing.

The smell that Linde felt familiar with was disaster.

An official main city NPC exuded an aura of disaster?
Maybe my thinking has fallen into some kind of misunderstanding, but the current situation is not suitable for sorting out my thoughts.

It was over. Before anyone could react, Leon, who seemed to have entered a beastly state with his body hunched over, coughed loudly, and leaned back exaggeratedly, with black liquid gushing out of his helmet.

Pus?

No, unlike the pus that simply steals the power of the magic ring, the black liquid is more corrosive.

Leon tore at the gelatinous pus that was oozing out of the helmet, pulling with both hands.

A fireball tentatively landed on Leon.

Soon, the fire bombing continued.

The undead never miss any opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Magic fireballs keep exploding in the confined space, and the surrounding environment has already been charred.

The weapons and armor that were continuously struck by the flames also absorbed heat and became hotter and hotter.

The intense heat turned the entire hall into a fire pit that was powerful enough to evaporate consciousness and soul.

Lind's eyes turned away from the firelight and he saw that Leon had stopped vomiting and coughing, but he was still hunched over, as if he was listening to something, or perhaps because he was carrying something that was invisible to ordinary people but too heavy for even Leon to bear.

The level 44 main city lord fully unleashed his power at this moment. The gap in power cannot be easily bridged.

The gap in rank requires countless lives to fill.

Leon took off his fleur-de-lis helmet, revealing a pale face. He looked very ordinary, with thick lips, thick eyebrows, and a square face. He was not handsome at all.

Black liquid flowed out from Leon's ears, dripped onto his shoulder armor, flowed along the patterns on the armor, and slowly filled his body.

Lind strongly suspected that he and the undead did not cause much damage to Leon. Perhaps the damage they did was not as great as the damage caused when Leon pulled the thick black substance out of his mouth.

"Old nobility," he panted.

The roaring and exploding flames could not suppress the sound. All the chaos became a foil, and only Leon's voice exploded in everyone's ears.

"Dragon Car! Get out of here!"

"Car, car, car!"

"We'll die if we're touched?" The war was raging, the storm was howling, and Leon, who was forcibly controlling his physical strength, overturned the advantage gained by the undead.

From the perspective of the undead, the level 44 BOSS crushes the level 11 BOSS. The panel data is somewhat outrageous. It would be fine if they couldn't withstand one blow, but why couldn't a group of people withstand one blow?

From Lind's point of view, this is normal. It is normal for anything to happen in this world.

There was no one standing on the ground except Leon, but no one fell down either.

Lind's eyes turned slightly upwards.

All the immortals are in heaven.

Then, they fell heavily to the ground like raindrops.

The hunched Leon walked slowly towards Lind in the "rainstorm".

"Curse of the abyss? Big rift?" Lind did not retreat. His physical injuries had not yet fully healed. The fire blood flowing in his body would also bring him great pain while repairing him. No one could bear this pain and move freely.

He suddenly remembered the fire-supply knights who had followed Serin to resist the furnace. Their use of the flames was really child's play. They just used their bodies to carry the scorching furnace, but he injected the flames into his blood.

When he opened his mouth to speak, the blood vessels on Lind's face glowed against the backdrop of the flames and blood, and his entire face was covered with orange and yellow lines.

The mouth opened, high temperature gushed out, and even flames came out.

Only someone with absolute control over power could use it as crazily as he did.

His body was able to move slightly, and Linde spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, which fell to the ground and exploded into a ball of sparks.

Leon stopped in front of Linde, and the two were very close. Although he was already very tall, he still looked half a head shorter than Linde's burly figure.

Standing face to face, their eyes met.

There was a fire brewing in one person's eyes, and a red light flashing in the other's eyes.

"We are fighting against the Abyss Disaster in the Great Rift, stopping the Abyss invasion time and time again, but you are drooling at the Magic Ring."

Lind listened to the other person's story but stood there motionless.

So, the breaking of the magic ring is related to the old nobles?

Maybe it is related, but it definitely has nothing to do with the small shrimps in the Rand Kingdom, otherwise Lind would definitely know it.

Lind looked down at Leon's feet. The other party had never left the hall from beginning to end. He didn't believe that the other party couldn't leave because of the "terrain restrictions of the BOSS". Not to mention that the other party was not the BOSS, the operating logic of this world was also very different from that of the game.

The existence that turned the players into undead and pulled them into this world, no matter what it is, does not have a deep control over this world.

There is no way to restrict something from leaving a certain place.

Lind even believed that the undead were just a group of people who were accidentally dragged here, the world was functioning normally, there was no so-called game system, and they were all outsiders.

Leon didn't have much ill will towards him at this moment.

"Do you know the gardener?" Leon asked suddenly.

"gardener?"

"The gardener who takes care of the irises," Leon said, "if a flower is infested by insects, the gardener will break off the iris to prevent the insects from harming other flowers. He will also let the iris die with dignity, bury it in the soil, and erect a tombstone that belongs only to the iris."

Linde looked at the Iris Helmet that Leon had thrown aside long ago.

"It seems you don't know."

"Did a gardener appear in Goliath?" Lind's goal remained unchanged, returning to Goliath.

But it seems that the more I know, the more I feel the need to return to Goliath.

"I want to know too." Leon grinned, his tone slightly sad, "Right now, one of the irises is terminally ill."

(End of this chapter)