The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 208 - 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)

Chapter 208: Chapter 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)

The surviving undead watched as a figure approached from the heavy rain, his body aflame with dazzling firelight, while overhead, the black clouds torn by forked lightning crazily spilled heavy rain, making his figure appear intermittently visible and invisible.

The corpses had completely "gone offline"; the undead of Cazhen Town had no idea what had happened, but the sudden appearance of Lind in front of them made their already disadvantaged situation look even worse.

More attractive than these, was probably that red name.

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

The title had obviously changed, but the level had not increased.

After Lind first turned red, the undead from Holy Water Town immediately uploaded Lind’s related video data online, and many tried to analyze Lind’s combat power.

According to their research, Lind’s strength would skyrocket with each appearance, from initially struggling against the Carrion Queen and the Two-Headed People, to later needing all his efforts against Lord Serene, and then against Leon.

He was always giving his all, able to keep up with the pace each time, so he was also called The Officials’ darling.

How could there be a Newbie Village chief who wouldn’t be eliminated? Just look at the other Newbie Village chiefs. At the first meeting, they filled one with a sense of oppression, but just after a month or two, many undead could solo the chief.

This time, Lind’s level had not increased; it seemed he had not leveled up for quite some time, but... it seemed he had still improved.

Two health bars!

[Health: 5500/5500]

[Health: 100/100]

The second health bar looked like a joke, at a pitiful 100 Health Points. Not to mention placing it on the body of a Main City lord, even compared to a general Calamity it was way short.

But when Lind charged, the earth trembled violently. His cumbersome yet daunting run caused every undead’s heart to skip a beat.

Anxiety surged.

He was getting closer!

In a situation where the corpses were completely out of control, other than using their bodies to staunchly meet the assault, the undead from Cazhen Town, who had become necromancers, seemed to have no other options.

The first undead encountered Lind.

Amidst the rain, the Greatsword still ablaze, the first undead’s body was instantly divided by the compressed high-temperature blade.

Bang, the body turned to ash. This time, however, it didn’t get a chance to burst open before it was dispersed by the rain, turning into mud underfoot.

Lind remained that terrifying combat unit the undead couldn’t withstand a second move from.

The smarter undead necromancers had already started to flee.

But those corpses utterly out of control marched forward. They dragged their decrepit bodies, some corpses being too rushed in standing up among numerous shriveled rotting bodies around, causing them to hurriedly assemble themselves improperly.

Having two right arms was nothing unusual, and some corpses had two legs replaced by arms, so they could only crawl on the ground.

"Attack!" the Necromancer shouted. Although they did not understand the bug, it was good as long as the corpses could attack automatically.

Relying on a sea of corpses tactic, they could definitely wear Lind down.

However, Lind paid them no heed, whether it was the undead turning to run or the corpses that presented themselves. He brandished the Broken Sword, which burned with a blazing flag, using the weapon to crush all enemies blocking the way ahead.

Thunder roared, overshadowing the sound of weapons crushing skulls and bones. Lind transformed into an unstoppable sharp spear, as the foremost corpses disintegrated upon impact, and the formation that couldn’t deploy quickly collapsed.

Three to five shields were positioned in front of Lind; the metal’s engravings were no longer discernible as to their origins or affiliations.

When Lind’s flames followed the Broken Sword down, the firelight and the shattered bodies burst open together; the ancient relics also turned completely into shards of a broken shield, thrown into the air, and then fell with the heavy rain.

Lind’s attacking footsteps gradually slowed. These corpses were merely numerous and invulnerable to death and pain.

However, without the undead’s control, the corpses moved stiffly, unable to perform any impressive maneuvers that could astonish Lind, so facing them head-on wasn’t much pressure.

Yet, what really entangled his steps and made it difficult to advance was not just the wave of corpses he faced.

It was the curse emanating from behind the battlefield that truly suppressed Lind’s strength; his body felt as if it had taken on a massive and cumbersome stone, making his steps stagger.

Strength was being drained by the curse, and speed was held back by the tightly enclosed wave of corpses ahead.

The rain splattered on the corpses, soaking through the ragged clothes and armor on the bodies, sticking to the decaying outer surface of the corpses, then seeping through the rotting eye sockets into the brain, accumulating within the hollow chest cavities.

Hundreds of weapons of varying lengths raised high under the backdrop of thunder, reflecting glaring white light, as if each grasped the thunder in the sky, ready to pass judgment on Lind.

Lind just wielded his Longsword forward; the fight continued, steadily advancing. Every step he took inevitably accompanied by the lying down of mangled bodies.

The undead watched the figure in the rain, the flames gradually extinguishing, be it friend or foe, all stood frozen.

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