The lord is red again

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Entrance ticket to the Demonic Land.

The old man in the scroll successfully obtained this ticket to other material planes, and turned away under the urging of the "Coca-Cola Party" who changed their faces urgently.

"Fools have good fortune?"

The undead leader looked at the old man in the scroll who left wearing a Pepsi cloak, and curled his lips.

He didn't even know to grab things at the critical moment, and he still needed someone to remind him. He really thought that he was 100% hand-in-hand.

"Drink Pepsi."

The old man in the scroll tried several times to explore the secrets of "Pepsi" and "Coca-Cola", and even thought that it contained some special information about the war of faith, and it was a war of faith among the undead.

He had observed that the undead had no faith in religion, would not turn against each other, and would even change their allegiance frequently, but it was different when they met "Pepsi" and "Coca-Cola".

He arrived at the gathering place at the last minute.

The high tower in the distance was covered with the golden light of the sunset, and the buildings spreading around were shining in the sun, and there was no connection with the "Great Tomb" at all.

A wide long road was sandwiched between the towering buildings on both sides, extending to the end of the sight, where was the end of the way to the devil's land.

The closer you get, the more guards there are on both sides, and they strictly monitor and guard the main road.

But in the eyes of the old man in the painting, this is not like preventing the undead from leaving this continent, but more like letting the undead understand how precious the tickets are.

"Queue up here!" Someone shouted in front.

The old man in the painting queued up consciously, and when he didn't know what to do, he followed others.

The tall figure of the Prince of the Twin Swords appeared in his sight. His eyes flashed slightly, and then he quickly lowered his head. With the strength of the old man in the painting, he was not worried that the Prince of the Twin Swords would see through his identity. It was just that those who went to the Demon Land were all undead. The Prince of the Twin Swords did not need to recognize who he was, as long as he was sure that he was not an undead.

If a conflict really occurred, the old man in the painting did not have enough confidence to defeat the Prince of the Twin Swords in a short time. If the Black Knight returned, he would be the most stupid person to fall into the trap.

Many conjectures emerged in his mind, and he tried to compare the results of those conjectures and eliminate them one by one.

To prove that he was an undead, there was no more convenient way than to find the same topic as the undead, such as talking about the beliefs of the undead.

"What do you believe in? Coca-Cola or Pepsi?"

The undead who was suddenly asked by the old man in the painting was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were fixed on the cloak of the old man in the painting, which had a strong sense of shame. What was the difference between this and the buddy wearing "urea" in front.

Abstract!

The undead shook his head: "I don't drink Coke or Pepsi."

"What do you drink?"

The old man in the scroll didn't expect that the fierce battle of faith could lead to new problems. The faith of the undead was so chaotic. Just a small theocracy would involve multiple people?

"See you again~"

The other party blinked, with an expression of "you understand."

The old man in the scroll also blinked.

A person on the side joined the chat: "Kid, this is not funny."

The old man in the scroll couldn't keep up with the conversation, but he found that when he integrated into their conversation, no one felt abrupt or wrong.

This means that he has successfully disguised himself and integrated into the undead. If he listens more, he will definitely be able to mistake the fake for the real in the future.

The man said, "I don't drink Coke, Pepsi, or iced black tea."

"What do you drink?"

"Jing! Liquid!" The other party held his head high, "And I only drink the authentic version without Jing."

The old man in the scroll widened his eyes. The taste of the undead was so strange, and he was just a pure god from a fairy tale country.

"How much GG fee did Dayao give you?"

It's broken, I don't understand.

Before this, believers said that the faith of the undead was not pure. At this moment, in the eyes of the old man in the scroll, they were fanatics who not only understood their own faith but also understood the faith of their opponents.

At the same time, the old man in the scroll also adhered to his identity.

Brother Pepsi!

If someone doubted him, he only needed to refute with "XX dogs don't drink it" to perfectly protect his identity.

This long war of faith finally ended, not because they had won or lost, but because they could finally go to the devil's land.

The torrent across the plane did not make people feel comfortable. They were like being shot into the sky by a cannonball, hoping that they would not be blown to pieces and could arrive safely.

This kind of teleportation is not absolutely safe, and death is always with it.

But because the target is the undead, no one cares. The teleportation is not 100% successful, which is interesting, as long as it is not oneself who has problems.

This journey across the plane is not smooth, and the prince of the two swords will also make mistakes. This mistake cannot be avoided unless his strength can be stronger, to the 7th ring.

The air is turbulent, and the undead have no awareness of being annihilated. Some people even start talking to themselves excitedly because of the chance of "one in a hundred".

"Brothers, we finally met, lost in the turbulence of time and space!"

The old man in the painting quietly took action, trying his best to stabilize it while ensuring that he would not be exposed.

"Fuck, brother Pepsi, did you trigger any task?"

The undead who believed in iced red tea asked on the side.

"Ah?"

The old man in the scroll didn't expect that he would be noticed just by doing some small movements.

"No."

He shook his head decisively!

The Ice Tea Undead blinked at the Jingye Undead, and the two immediately started a private chat.

"He should be an NPC. I didn't expect the game to have progressed to this extent."

"How did you figure it out?"

"We just received a message, that is, the time and space turbulence, which is about to get everyone lost in the time and space turbulence."

"Yes, but it was fixed in a blink of an eye, which made me happy for nothing."

"Everyone reacted, only Brother Pepsi didn't."

Encountering a major event with a very low probability.

Entering the time and space turbulence is equivalent to "getting stuck in a bug" and entering an unexplorable area, that is - a new map!

Among the undead who are heading to the magic land now, 100 out of 100 people have a strong desire to explore. New maps, new forces, new forces, new enemies, new equipment, etc., each of which will hook them.

Otherwise, staying in the more stable Novice Village Continent is more suitable for social types.

He is eager to go to the new map, but he has no interest in the new map with the strongest sense of mystery. It cannot be said that he has no interest, but he seems to know nothing about it.

Abnormal.

Never doubt the "frame-watching" ability of the immortal. It is normal to use a few minutes of trailer to directly expose the underpants of a game.

"Maybe he is distracted?"

"Simple, if you don't believe it, ask him another question."

"Okay."

The two of them ended the private chat as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Pepsi."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The old man with the scroll has integrated into his identity.

"What's your ID? Add a friend."

"I'm used to being a lone wolf."

The immortal Jingye who just asked the question looked at the immortal Binghongcha and asked in private: "Isn't this one of us?"

"Ask him something he doesn't know."

"What are you asking? If you ask about the stale jokes on the Internet, he may not know if he doesn't surf the Internet in time."

Not everyone surfs the Internet intensively.

"Ask him a free question."

The tone can be imitated, the appearance can be disguised, but some common sense that is assumed cannot be covered up by magic.

"I saw the world when I went to Pallet Town last time. It is worthy of being the capital."

"..." The Ice Tea Undead blinked.

Isn't this a free question? Since the other party is an intelligent AI, he must be able to distinguish the basic knowledge of the earth.

"Brother Pepsi, have you been to the capital? I tell you, it is so authentic."

The old man in the scroll wrote down the key information and shook his head: "I am a dead otaku and have never had the opportunity to go."

He already knows the special chat vocabulary, and his words will not make people feel wrong.

But the expressions of the two undead are very strange.

I didn't expect it to be so easy to try it out.

There have been many cases where NPCs disguised as undead, but those NPCs will be specially marked and easy to identify, but this time the NPC in front of him has no sense of disobedience, and will learn the undead's words to grow quickly. He is also dressed in a standard logo style. No matter who sees him, he will not doubt his identity.

Chat again.

"This game has high intelligence, and the model is very well tuned, and it has its own personality. I think it can pass the Turing test."

"Is there a hidden task?"

"Keep an eye on it."

Landed smoothly.

The previous noisy chat sound has ended, and the undead have arrived in the devil's land.

The undead led the novice village, and the huge and towering city-state came into view.

"Finally arrived!"

The old man in the scroll, who had no idea that he had been exposed, wanted to move freely, but was pulled by the arms of two undead on the left and right.

"Let's go, brother, go get the cats."

"What?"

He really didn't know this, but when the old man in the scroll saw a group of undead people getting cats one by one through prayer, he knew that he must not accept the blessing ceremony.

If the gods accept the blessings of the gods, he will be exposed immediately.

"That's not right. Brother Pepsi doesn't seem to dare to go. What should we do?"

"Then let him go quietly, but we have to tie him to our warship. Think about it, there must be a hidden mission!"

The two quickly finished the private chat again and made the next action plan.

I won't take the cat for now. There is no rush. The hidden mission must not be missed.

"Brother, where do you want to go next?"

"Me?"

The old man in the scroll didn't expect that the two people with different religious beliefs would take the initiative to ask him.

"I want to know the information about the Demon Land first."

Information?

It's really a fake immortal!

In the eyes of the immortal, as long as there are footprints of the immortal in this world, there will be absolutely no secrets. The map of the entire Demon Land has been opened for more than half. If one person knows, everyone knows.

"Information, I heard there is a place called Stone Beast Castle, it seems to be well-informed, we can go there to investigate."

The old man in the painting nodded: "Then let's go to Stone Beast Castle."

"We don't know the way."

"..."

"But we can take an escort mission, which can not only make some money, but also follow to Stone Beast Castle, what do you think?"

"Okay."

The old man in the picture scroll did not refuse. Compared with the undead people who were well-informed and knew the range of activities of some monsters, he was absolutely clueless when he broke into this place. No undead person would probably have a black eye.

My own strength is nothing in the Enstad continent. In this magical land where all black knights have to hide their tail between their legs, the danger will only be higher.

So exposing his identity and forcing his way in was outside of the picture scroll old man's plan.

…

[Turbulent flow of time and space, explore strange maps through bugs! ]

"Brothers, this time when I took the 'Express' to the Demonic Land, there was a little trouble on the way. I accidentally got stuck in a space-time rift, and then came to a sunny material plane. Here is a video It was my exploration experience, but it was a pity that I died and returned to the safe zone to be resurrected.”

Linde watched the undead's adventure video. He didn't expect that the undead's brain was so adaptable and could find a suitable reason for bugs.

However, the reason they found seems to be correct. Most of the time, the turbulence of time and space will cause people to get lost in the void, and only rarely will they go to a certain material plane.

The undead person in the video is one of the very lucky ones.

"You immortals can always come up with something for me!"

Linde looked away.

When he raised his hand and tore it open, the air was not torn apart.

Broken, he almost forgot that he was no longer a black knight blessed by the power of the abyss. He could no longer perform the cross-dimensional performance that required 6 rings.

But luckily, he has an underground tunnel worm.

But before that, he had to take down the old man.

Lind turned into a cannonball and quickly streaked across the sky, and appeared in the most densely fought place in the Enstad continent.

The alliance of gods has long been in tatters.

The Deep Angel is considered to be a deity on the path of the [Immortal Knight]. It is said that no one can kill it, and it is said to have the ability of 6 levels of strength.

But when Lind saw the other person, he didn't detect the aura of the undead knight from the other person. It was completely different.

When seeing himself, the Deep Angel was also a little panicked.

Every time Linde appeared on the scene, he gave some shock to the gods present. He would kill him when he appeared. Ordinary gods would not dare to look for him at all.

"Where's the old man on the picture scroll?"

"Already left."

"leave?"

Linde raised his eyebrows. He could guess why the other party left.

In the battle for divine power, there is no right or wrong, only war.

At least what the old man in the picture scroll showed at this moment was his determination to fight to the death. He knew he couldn't beat him, so he ran away, but he was not prepared to hand over the god's skin.

"How is the alliance now?"

"Falling apart."

The deep angel replied concisely and to the point.

In the Alliance of 12 Gods, two were abducted by Linde. After being killed, the Melting Armor was worn on Linde's body. The old man in the picture scroll left, and the rest could not be twisted together.

Especially when I saw Linde coming back wearing the Forged Armor, I knew that everyone would be in trouble against Linde.

"Be loyal to me." Linde said, "Join a new era."