The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 209 - 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)_2

Chapter 209: Chapter 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)_2

The figure who steadily marched forward was persistent, facing the gale and torrential rain alongside the tide of corpses, his sword, and armor that were once gleaming with gold now entangled with broken limbs and tatters, betraying the exhaustion from the bitter fight.

"Kill!" There was a roar of anger.

"For the Lord!"

Ultimately, Lance and the others couldn’t just stand by and watch their lord march forward alone. Their code as soldiers reminded them that protecting the lord they served was of utmost importance.

Even if the city fell, their lord must not come to harm.

So the Undead of Cazhen Town who had been stripped of their armor and weapons looked at one red name after another lighting up, swallowing their saliva with difficulty.

If you guys had said you were this badass from the start, we wouldn’t have bothered coming.

"Isn’t that Archbishop Serene?" somebody noticed the complexion of Archbishop Serene, who had recovered. But unlike when she rode the Earth Dragon before, she now wore a hat that she seemed to want to glue directly onto her head, which didn’t match her overall dressing style at all.

But her face didn’t lie, her name didn’t lie, and her way of fighting with chained weapons didn’t lie either.

Indeed, the Lord had recruited another former boss.

The Undead who had fought against Archbishop Serene knew all too well what level of a boss she was; in short, she could take on dozens of level 11 Undead by herself.

Besides her, there were Dome and Lance, who had both featured as player killers in the game!

You really couldn’t join this crew without having a few dozen Undead under your belt.

Their forceful entry into the battlefield caught Lind’s attention, which indeed helped in a way by drawing fire off him. But more than that, what he cared about the most was Star Dragon City.

Star Dragon City absolutely couldn’t fall; his whole fortune was in there.

The black iron hook grazed Lind’s face, the bent hook blade laced with corpse poison pierced the epidermis on his cheek, implanting the toxin. Lind could see that the assailant was different from the other staggering bodies. It was clad in jet-black armor, donning Heavy Armor, a definite elite among the corpses.

Lind swung his sword upwards, the palm-wide blade moved with the lightness of a slim sword executing a Gale Thrust in his hands. He was always a monstrous strength that could repel his enemies with a single strike, so this time was no different, the seemingly troublesome black-armored undead was swept by the sword, decapitating a row of a dozen or so undead heads beside it as well.

The scattered desiccated heads erupted with a noxious smell of rotting flesh heated by the rain as the severed ends turned to charred black.

No matter how agile you are, when besieged, it’s impossible to dodge every attack. Lind’s back and shoulders were hit in succession, the madly flailing blades tried to break through the protection of his Golden Armor, but they failed every time.

The occasional damage that did make it past the armor to injure his body was met with the sight of his exposed skin evaporating white vapor, wounds quickly healing.

Lind successfully fought his way through the tide of corpses.

The bodies kept coming at him, but Lind’s attention wasn’t on them at all; his gaze rapidly searched the surroundings.

The curtain of rain tried to help conceal his attacker’s movements, the incessant raindrops that fell like shattered beads were too dense, blurring his vision.

Lind’s eyes gradually reddened, his pupils burning hot. Only he, who had Absolute Control over his power, could use this method to enhance the minuscule visibility.

The attacker was also skilled in some kind of magic to Stealth their figure, or maybe had some peculiar weapon or artifact.

The Curse placed on him was getting heavier; he felt his sanity being stripped away, a situation more terrifying than losing strength.

It’s common knowledge that the Old Nobility will go mad; Lind could accept defeat, but he absolutely couldn’t go insane.

Once deprived of the status of "the last sane Noble," he was nothing more than a boss that could be taken down at any moment to the Undead, and to the NPCs of Star Dragon City and Prey Town, they could also betray him without any rationale.

A mad Old Noble deserved all kinds of treachery, as if it were an unwritten rule of this world.

Even Lance, who was always thinking about returning to Goliath, believed this.

Cross-shaped lightning flashed, skimming over Lind’s scalp and turning his golden armor into a blinding silver, also allowing Lind to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure hidden in the rain far away.

Caught you!

Lind grabbed the Banshee’s Horn at his waist, fixed his gaze on that silhouette, and blew the horn.

"Wooong—!"

The sound wasn’t clear; rain and storm muffled most of it, leaving only a few scattered sounds to enter the ears of the Undead, who had no reaction since they weren’t the target.

Moreover, with the entrance of Lance and the others, a new round of slaughter had begun. They might not match Lind in combat power, but when it came to clearing a variety of Undead, they had ample experience.

Lind’s gaze still locked firmly on the vague silhouette in the rain. As the horn sounded, the figure suddenly stumbled and fell into the rain.

It was a man with a weathered face, deep crevices dominated his countenance, and his sagging skin resembled a face-shaped candle about to melt.

He was dressed in a Cathedral Bishop’s floor-length robe, following the tradition of the Bishops as spokespersons for the Deities, the robe exuded extravagance.

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