The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 130 - 130 120 The Biological Son Right_2

130: Chapter 120: The Biological Son, Right?_2 130: Chapter 120: The Biological Son, Right?_2 Holy Water Town’s walls were somewhat sturdier than those of Prey Town, likely reinforced by the Undead, but they hadn’t used cement, which seemed normal enough considering that, apart from Star Dragon Ridge, no other territories offered subsidies or missions for building houses.

Now, the low walls couldn’t keep Lind out at all.

With a flick of his hand, he threw the Broken Sword, slashing the fleeing Undead mid-flight.

His great strength, coupled with a fine weapon, allowed him to kill in one strike when facing the Undead.

The chain grew taut, the iron chain attached to the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword pulled back, drawing the sword back into Lind’s hand.

“Ah––!” This time, seven Undead charged towards him.

It was the first time Lind had come face-to-face with the Undead, and he had always hoped to avoid confrontation with this group, as they were troublesome and held grudges.

Nevertheless, some things had to be done.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch the Undead join forces with the New Nobility; if that happened, he would truly become a remnant of the old era.

Then, a group of Undead would kill him and exclaim: “This boss is quite tough to beat.”

That was unacceptable!

His left foot stepped forward on the ground, the Broken Sword swung, and the seven approaching Undead were immediately sent flying back even faster.

As dozens of Undead poured towards the Newbie Village gate, Lind’s face tensed as he moved forward.

The whooshing sound of his swift movements suppressed the Undead’s cries, and the flame-blade teeth extended like spilled ink as he struck the enemy again and again.

The Undead, chopped to blackened corpses, were beheaded, dismembered, cut in half at the waist, and cleaved in two, presenting a twisted and ragged sight that chilled the onlooker’s heart…

The Great Deer King, revived, held his breath and concentrated, seizing the moment while someone else drew the aggro to pull out a bottle of oddly fragrant potion—a reward from Miss Brittany.

He applied the potion to an arrowhead, not sparing a thought for the expense, and drew his bow to shoot.

Whoosh––!

Hit!

The arrow successfully lodged into Lind’s body, suddenly dealing 20 points of damage and invigorating the Great Deer King’s spirit.

But then, because he had successfully dealt damage and ignited Lind’s hostility, he also caught a glimpse of deeper information.

[Star Dragon Ridge Lord·Old Nobility·Lind Armand, Level 22]

[Life: 4980/5000]

[Class: ??]

[Talent: ??]

How much?

5000 health?!

He’s only Level 22, right?

Wait, when did he reach Level 22?

A growable NPC!

Moreover, with 5000 health at Level 22, wouldn’t he have over ten thousand health by the time he’s near the Cyclops’s Level 38?

You, a humanoid monster, are also a top-tier HP tank.

Favored son, huh?

The Great Deer King remembered that the Two-Headed People from Star Dragon Ridge had little over a thousand health, already considered by many players to be a class with no redeeming qualities other than high health.

However, as flames erupted from Lind’s body, his wounds were covered by fire.

The next moment, under the desperate gazes of the Great Deer King and others, Lind’s health rapidly recovered.

5000/5000!

It was fully restored!

“Damn it!

How is this even playable!”

…

Slaughter them all, break down the gates.

The gates of Holy Water Town, like a broken wooden plank, were split open by Lind with a single stroke of his sword.

From playing the game until now, it was unheard of for the Undead to be killed at their doorstep by a boss.

Is this what siege warfare is like?

Siege ladders, battering rams, ballistae, trebuchets…etc., none were needed.

It was also because the overall strength of Holy Water Town was too weak.

When Lind completely broke through the gate, Lance had already braved the storm of arrows overhead and charged in for a new round of slaughter, with the Undead struck by arrows fired from the Ice Bow that were pulled taut as if strumming guitar strings.

Bodies slumped lopsidedly, falling from high places, and exploded into ash before hitting the ground completely.

The three stood at the entrance of Holy Water Town, and Bard, at the rear, blew his whistle, signaling the second legion of infantry to come charging with weapons in hand.

Lind looked at the one-armed swordsman.

The aura emanating from him ranked no higher than that of a Great Knight.

Unless the man possessed several Blessed Weapons, he stood no chance in front of Lind and his companions, not even qualified to fight back.

“Surrender,” Lind said.

The multitude of soldiers that poured into Holy Water Town were also a representation of Lind’s stance.

The knife-wielding man, however, remained defiant.

He suddenly charged towards Lind, “Holy Water Town will never bow to any power!”

Another one not in his right mind, Lind wasn’t sure how the New Nobility were making NPCs swear allegiance so quickly.

Yielding to the stronger was a survival instinct; it was just that if one saw Holy Water Town as a Newbie Village, then perhaps it could be understood.

Main storyline?

Inevitable progress?

Lind planted the Broken Sword into the ground and, as the man’s sword was swinging down, he lunged forward half a step, throwing a punch towards the man’s head before the other.

He missed!

His fist didn’t crush the man’s skull.

The expected scene of blood splattering did not occur; punching the air made him somewhat uncomfortable, but, luckily, his strong body control allowed him to suppress that discomfort.

Not just Lind, but the two behind him were also equally stunned.

The next moment.

Zing—!

Sparks flew.

The sudden jolt caught Lind’s attention.

Had he been cut by an invisible blade?

“It’s that Wizard,” Lance said, reminding him.

Lind quickly realized what Lance meant: there was a special Wizard who could create illusions.

He had carelessly fallen for the other’s trick.

He lifted his right hand towards the direction he was attacked.

Even though his eyes didn’t see and his ears didn’t hear, his hand succeeded in making contact with a familiar sensation.

Forcefully pulling back, the weight confirmed that he had grabbed the knife-wielding man, who seemed to freeze on the spot, unable to move.

Even now, being held by Lind, he remained motionless.

Lind smiled.

He clearly understood that the man’s inaction was a result of the Soul-Lock Armor.

The man who had initiated the attack hadn’t caused much harm, only a slight pain, but on the contrary, the soul energy reverberating from the armor had left the Great Knight—who was clearly a level below—in a state of shock, rooted to the spot.

Lind felt no pity as he twisted the man’s neck and snapped it.

Based on his reasonable assumption, the village leaders of Newbie Villages always tended towards characters planted by the game side to forcefully drive progress.

Otherwise, if it operated entirely on a post-apocalyptic basis, not just Holy Water Town but also Prey Town would certainly not choose to grit their teeth and tough it out.

Lind walked forward with big steps.

He didn’t believe that a Wizard a whole level below him could continue to affect him, no matter what method was used.

He just needed to keep walking forward; whoever blocked him would simply be cut down.

…

The Lord of Deer Stream and his group had been revived, 60 individuals gathering together, expressions grave.

They were no match at all!

Lind and Lance, even while facing traps and mechanisms, had forcibly torn through them.

No, it was more accurate to say they breezed through as easily as drinking water.

Upon learning of the town mayor’s death, their expressions grew even more bizarre.

“What do we do now?”

They didn’t have any affection for the mayor.

Apart from Star Dragon Ridge, all Undead had no affection for their own Newbie Village mayors, always treated as oddities or tasked with thankless jobs that provided little reward.

It was like in reality, where someone else’s boss not only allowed leave without extra work days but also forbade overtime, provided a fifteen-month pay at the end of the year, had celebrities perform at annual meetings, and distributed bonuses by stacking cash on a table.

Your own boss, on the other hand, would work you to the bone for no overtime pay, requiring you to work 14 days in a row just for a single day off and would rather stay at work themselves than let you slack off.

With no attachment, they all wished they could chop down their own Newbie Village mayors, just as they might want to chop down their own bosses.

“It’s a bit embarrassing to be killed by the BOSS right in front of our faces.”

“Should we just surrender then?”

The armed forces of Holy Water Town were not strong; a Great Knight and a Wizard were the standard configurations, which was also the basic setup in other Newbie Villages.

At the game’s closed beta start, the Undead’s level was only 10.

If Lind’s Star Dragon Ridge hadn’t bizarrely obtained Magic Potion, they would still be stuck in the age of cold weapons.

“We truly can’t beat him.

He’s even got regenerative abilities.

Even if he just stands there, he regenerates faster than what I can inflict.”

As they were tangled in indecision about what to do, another voice came from elsewhere.

“It’s Miss Brittany!”

You can lose battles, and Newbie Villages can be destroyed, but nothing must happen to our democratically elected Poster Girl!

“Miss Brittany, I’m freaking coming!”

60 Undead with rage in their eyes charged forward.

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