480: Chapter 401 They are All Like a Piece of Cake 480: Chapter 401 They are All Like a Piece of Cake This was destined to be a shocking and horrifying scene, bodies of the Abyssal Calamity ground into mountains, countless Undead torn apart turning progressively into ashes, and some even crumbling into pieces before becoming ash.

Ash, death, curse—those present seemed plunged into an utterly dark abyss, as though their throats were tightly locked by iron chains, making it hard for them to voice out.

Ahead, defensive fortifications were made of piled corpses; in the clash with the Rock King, the Undead had gradually learned to fight in more efficient ways, slowly pushing towards victory.

Lind stood atop the mountain of corpses, watching the surrounding landscape collapse and fall apart; with the death of the Abyssal Lord, everything seemed drained of strength, unsupported, and it wouldn’t be long before all would turn to dead silence.

The Great Rift was like a dark spot on human skin, now removed.

The expedition had lasted nearly half a year, involving over ten thousand Senior Grand Knights and Wizards.

As Lind removed this dark spot, countless other nations and regions faced failure against the Abyss, getting conquered.

But nobody cared anymore, at least Lind didn’t care about far-off regions beyond reach.

“You’ve lost,” Lind said to the Rock King, their exchanges mostly limited to physical combat, rarely communicating through words.

Compared to the Cunning King, the Rock King was more difficult to deal with—the disparity in sheer strength left no option but to fill it with lives.

“My mission is already completed, and you have completed yours as well,” the Rock King said indifferently, seeming unconcerned about winning or losing.

Lind knew this could be another linguistic trap set by the Abyss to lead people astray, as the Crystal Mage had often warned to restrain curiosity, as knowledge gained from the Abyss could unconsciously lead one towards darkness.

“What mission?” Lind asked, then waved his hand before the Rock King could speak, “Never mind, I’m not that curious.

Better not to say.”

The Rock King was silent for a moment before speaking, “The crucible of fate has begun to brew, the order of death has no meaning.”

Lind watched the Rock King die.

Watching him crumble into ordinary pieces of rock sculpture, leaving nothing behind.

He admitted that things from the Abyss had a strong allure, even a word or two before death was enough to stir up madness of curiosity in his heart.

He wasn’t sure about the truths of the forebears; the Rock King might just be deceiving, but one side likened the world to an Arena and the other to a crucible being brewed, regardless of the metaphor.

It’s all damn easy!

…

Blinding light pierced through the air above the rift.

The Abyssal Great Rift that had threatened the surface nations was obliterated in less than half an hour, like a poisonous flower swiftly uprooted, the land healing from the trauma.

From then on, the expedition of the Rand Kingdom ended, henceforth to exist only under the smooth pen of Recorder Officers, death turning into an insignificant number.

Fortunately, this battle had always been irrelevant to ordinary people.

The Undead of the expedition army were allowed free movement and were disbanded on the spot; they almost instinctively headed to the nearest Main City to spend, then to exchange for some interesting items, and continue searching for new wars.

Rest?

Undead were here to play, not to rest.

Without grinding, what’s the fun in playing?

If Rand Kingdom had no monsters to farm, they might consider moving to other maps; both the southern and eastern nations were good choices, and those places were just starting their Great Rift expeditions, not to mention internal wars had not even been calmed.

Since someone had already tried traveling from Rand Kingdom to Black Marsh Kingdom, did it mean that the two nations were indeed part of the same seamless map?

It was a bit too terrifying, yet also thrilling.

It was time to go dominate Newbie Village!

The guild, relying on its keen sense, organized a trade caravan and successfully widened the gap with other Undead by trading.

So after the expedition to the Great Rift of the Rand Kingdom ended, he held a small meeting and quickly made a decision.

“We’re heading to Black Marsh Kingdom!”

“Could there still be any plot left in Rand Kingdom?” someone objected, worried about missing out on other storylines after the Great Rift.

“What if we miss crucial rewards by leaving?”

“The Expedition Army has already disbanded on site, and at most, we’re looking at challenges like Goliath Dungeon and the Druids’ Lady, which used to be considerable resources, but now, we don’t have time to waste with them; let’s head directly to Black Marsh Kingdom to farm the Abyss!”

He was very steady in his resolve.

Even though Lind had progressed from the closed beta to the open beta, it didn’t mean he could always move to higher versions—there are no constantly growing NPCs in the game.

It would be foolish to aimlessly follow Lind any longer.

First, head to Black Marsh Kingdom to exploit levels and equipment for new resources, develop the guild’s power, and then, after the major version iteration, take off in one fell swoop and become the leader of the Undead!

He confidently declared, “Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems—let’s open the map and start trading first.”

The Heart of Calamity, abundant in Rand Kingdom, was a rare material in Black Marsh Kingdom.

Retreating ten thousand steps, the map is huge, and even if Lind is the protagonist of the “Great Rift Expedition” version, it’s unlikely he’ll still be the protagonist in the next version; different countries have different protagonists, which has long been verified.

Lind is just one of the protagonists.

“Let’s go; first, head to Black Marsh Kingdom and seek out the ‘Bloodless Prince’!”

The Undead had long mastered the information of the nearby countries.

Like the Bloodless Prince of Black Marsh Kingdom, he was a version protagonist just like Lind, with high talent, strong abilities, keen maneuvers, and liked to charge into battle.

By switching over to him, they could continue farming the Abyss.

This move was about who advanced their development first.

…

Lind was cutting the rocks from Wen’s body with the Soul Blade; his condition was actually worse than Wen’s, but he could offload all negative effects into his second heartbeat, allowing him to act calmly.

Piece by piece, the rocks were cut, and Wen’s body gradually healed from its stony state.

As the Crystal Mage would say, only Lind would dare to use his pure soul to cut the Abyss-infected curse.

After the cutting, he didn’t waste it but fed it directly to his second heartbeat.

“What are your plans afterward?” Lind casually asked, “Want to visit your homeland?

I was thinking of taking a tour to Permafrost Land myself.”

Lind really needed someone to guide him.

If going to Magic Land, he would surely visit Sky Star Magic School, where there would definitely be lots of knowledge and poems—an ideal place to dive in and come out with hundreds of Crests, passively sweeping through Magic World—it didn’t matter whether it was the Lady of the Night or the Abyssal Lord; they could all be easily handled.

But given the choice, he would rather head to Permafrost Land, where, amidst the “Angels”, there would definitely be a host of Legendary Knights, each a living legend with the recipe for a Legendary Level pathway.

If he could grasp these resources, not to mention the Undead of Rand Kingdom, the Undead from other regions would also clamor to ally with him, becoming the greatest Newbie Village chief ever.

“This is just a Great Rift; they are scattered across every region, and our war is not over,” Wen declined Lind’s invitation.

Her refusal didn’t surprise Lind.

Wen quickly realized, asking, “Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

The kingdoms were not meant to be the stage for Lind and the Undead; the Divine Realm and the Borderlands, illuminated by the Ring of Magic, were.

Magic Land, perhaps it should be called the Borderland?