The lord is red again

The soul of the undead dad's profession began to burn again, and he needed the first-hand information of the ghost.

Selina nodded, "But I need a new set of clothes."

I can't touch it, but I need a new set of clothes.

Forget it, magic matters, you can't figure it out with your brain.

"If I can leave here alive, I will prepare a set of clothes for you." Linde felt that he could give the other party a little respect, respect the other party's sense of shame.

Saying goodbye to Selina and walking out of the woods, the first time the moonlight fell on his body, his physical strength was greatly increased.

The moonlight was very strong, the sky was clear, and the vision could see very far.

Linde was at the foot of the mountain at this time, and his sight was raised with his chin raised, and he saw a mountain towering into the clouds.

If the method given by Selina was correct, then he should rush all the way to the top of the mountain?

It would take several days to walk up with only a pair of legs.

Retracting his gaze and looking closer, there was an open space in front, and there were scattered figures shaking and moving.

I "entered the dream" myself, and I don't know what will happen outside, so I can't waste time here.

Linde took a step forward and ran forward. Although he didn't have extraordinary power, the moon ring under the moonlight increased his physical strength by one-fifth, which was still beyond ordinary people to a certain extent.

There was a figure nearby. I could only see it clearly when I got closer. It was a swaying mummy dragging a rapier, with a hunched body, wearing tattered armor.

Hearing the sound of Linde approaching, the mummy immediately swayed and pounced on him. When the two sides were still two steps away, Linde suddenly exploded, bent over and opened his arms to hug the mummy's waist and abdomen, and slammed his shoulders into it. It hurt when his body collided with the tattered armor, and his physical strength also returned to the state of an ordinary person.

After the loud collision, Linde was stronger and stronger. He lifted the mummy up with a bear hug, slammed it to the ground, stepped on the mummy's right hand holding the sword with his left foot, and punched the mummy's head with his right hand.

The ground groaned, and the fist hit the head that was only covered with a thin layer of shriveled muscles, almost knocking the head off the neck. Lind gritted his teeth and ignored the pain that was fed back. The severe pain in his body was a little unbearable, and he must have bled, and his bones might have been injured. The strength of the human skull was not low, and the thing in front of him was not an ordinary human.

The mummy tried to struggle, but it was slightly inferior in strength. Under the suppression of Lind's fist, the mummy was like a shriveled bag filled with debris. Only when Lind's fist fell and then raised would it react with the recoil.

The iron fist hit the mummy's head one after another, and the heavy punches fell like raindrops. The mummy's head was also hit on the ground again and again by the force.

Bounce up, hit down.

Until the opponent's head was completely blown up.

The mummy stopped moving, and Lind glanced at his bleeding right hand.

When he collided with the mummy just now, his body was also bruised and red by the broken armor.

Ordinary people's bodies are indeed too weak.

He recalled the weakness and pain of his body again, and this feeling was not good.

He struggled to pry open the mummy's right hand and grabbed the sword that looked a bit blunt.

The sword emitted a faint white light, which could only be seen clearly when it was close.

"Blessed weapon?" Linde looked at the sword with some surprise.

The white light was barely detectable, not as strong as the rich purple light of the [Banshee Horn] that could not be suppressed underwater, nor as green as the [Broken Sword of the Scavenger Princess] that was faintly visible in the flames. It was easy to ignore it under the moonlight, but Linde was sure that it was a blessed weapon.

He swung it casually, and the weapon seemed to be quite handy.

It was a pity that he had no strength at all and could not use the special ability of this weapon.

At the same time, he was also glad that he suppressed the mummy's right hand one step ahead, otherwise he would not be able to dodge the sword when it came.

With the sword in hand, the following battle was much easier. The shaking mummy could not compare with a noble knight who had been taught swordsmanship since childhood in terms of sword fighting skills.

The blunt sword was more like a smash than a cut. Linde grabbed it with both hands and chopped it, making a series of whistles and breaking the neck of the mummy in front.

The quick, accurate and ruthless attack was successful in exchange for a "click". As the mummy's head flew away in a famous arc, the mummy, which had lost its strength, collapsed to the ground.

"Another blessed weapon?" Linde looked at the mummy's pair of tattered deerskin gloves emitting a faint white light, and sighed at the wealth of this place.

Wearing deerskin gloves did not affect his sword use. Instead, a weak force suddenly surged into his dried body.

Extraordinary power!

Linde glanced at the deerskin gloves, and then turned his gaze to the next wandering mummy.

Fortunately, there is only Linde in this world at present, otherwise it would be very eye-catching to see a person sneaking around with his bare buttocks.

He wasn't completely naked, he was wearing gloves.

He approached another wandering mummy lightly, not sure if the other party could detect him, but Lind still thought that the breath-holding method of Eastern magic in the Western magic world might also have its merits, at least it was effective in self-comfort.

When facing something that looked like a dead corpse or zombie, holding your breath would produce a strange hypnotic effect in your heart, "It can't see me, it can't see me", and this method can also be used when facing teachers at school and bosses at work.

When approaching, the blunt sword burst out with strong light, and Lind's body was suddenly dragged forward by the sword, leaping in the air.

Linde spread his shoulders and quickly adjusted his movements, turning passive traction into active attack. His sword successfully hit the back of the mummy in front of him, making a small hole in the skull.

The stench was overwhelming, and the dried and smelly brain juice overflowed from the small hole in the back of the head.

The moment his body landed on the ground, Linde raised his foot and kicked the mummy's knee, discarded the sword and rushed forward, and the whole person seemed to hang on the back of the mummy like a cloak, and used inertia to press the mummy to the ground.

The mummy was face down, and when it hit the ground, a lot of brain juice splashed out from the small hole in the back of the head. Linde tilted his head to avoid it, pressed the mummy with his knees, and grabbed the blunt sword inserted in the mummy's head with his right hand.

The ability of the blessing weapon could not be used, but its sturdy characteristics were still there.

Raised his arms high and smashed down.

The mummy's head rolled down.

"Finally I have a pair of shoes," Linde looked at his harvest.

There are gloves and shoes, this time it is really not naked!

Rushing forward, Lind thought he had mastered the rhythm of the so-called "Banshee Dream" world. His power came from strange weapons and equipment. If he wanted to go further, he had to seize the power of wandering monsters.

Lind, who had changed into a set of blessed equipment in an instant, predicted that his strength had returned to the level of a great knight, but it was a pity that his previous power could not be used.

Wearing a set of rotten armor, a shield in his left hand, a long sword in his right hand, and a bow behind his back, Lind had armed himself to the teeth.

But he had just crossed the plain and had not really approached the mountain.