The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 226 - 198: Abandoned Port Sea God

Chapter 226: Chapter 198: Abandoned Port Sea God

The entire process went very smoothly, with the leader of the Green-Skinned People facing the abandoned naval port and speaking in frenzied tongues.

He was praying to the Sea God.

However, according to Sharuba and Sitan, before the apocalypse, this place had been a military port of the Rand Kingdom, and there had never been any Sea God, let alone worship of one.

Like the beak of an eagle, the port had carved a waterway among the crevices of the frozen northern lands, but the Rand Kingdom was not particularly advanced in naval development.

After all, the kingdom was encircled by the Frozen Continent to the north, deserts to the southwest, and wetlands to the southeast.

Taking maritime routes was clearly not in the kingdom’s interests, but as the landscape changed, a piece of the Frozen Continent to the northwest suddenly disappeared, giving the port new possibilities.

The sea was roaring, or perhaps it was just a Gale blowing through.

It felt as though they were really being enveloped by something.

It was only for an instant, or perhaps several days and nights had passed, when Sharuba and Sitan opened their eyes again and noticed a significant change in their point of view.

They had become much stronger!

Looking down, their skin was green!

They stretched out their hands to look at their palms, then clenched their fists. These were no ordinary fists, but rather two hammers capable of easily smashing a person’s skull, the power in their bodies almost surging out.

Turning around, they saw that the Great Knights under their command had also completed their transformation, everyone rejoicing in the sudden strength they had gained.

"Hahaha!" the leader of the Green-Skinned People laughed heartily, "Welcome to the family!"

From today, they were indeed one family.

Sharuba and Sitan also smiled and hugged each other. Their old clothes would definitely never fit again, but they picked up their former weapons.

It was like a tacit signal.

The leader of the Green-Skinned People continued, "We should celebrate!"

"Hush!" Sharuba waved his Longsword, which now felt like a mere one-handed sword for him, yet the whooshing sound of the blade cutting through the air was pleasing to hear.

The leader of the Green-Skinned People looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Sitan, on the other hand, grabbed a huge sword, and the soldiers who had just completed their transformation quickly formed a defensive line surrounding the Green-Skinned People.

There was a significant disparity in numbers, but their target was not the common Green Skins but a group with influential power within the Green-Skinned People.

"I think we should elect a new leader," Sharuba said, staring at the leader whose expression had turned sour. He was unblinking, intentionally exuding a demeanor that made him look anything but joking.

The leader of the Green-Skinned People opened his mouth and his eyes bulged, his unaware flailing like a fish gasping for air, indicating his mind was currently stunned.

He had thought of many things. For these "friends" who had come to him voluntarily, he had always shown his warmest welcome and enthusiasm, especially after they helped solve the Abyssal Curse, his trust in them peaked.

Yet right after incorporating them into his tribe, he was faced with a coup and betrayal.

Being Green Skins, their primitive rules did include that a leader must accept challenges.

"Come on!" the leader of the Green-Skinned People roared.

"Shall I do it?"

"You do it!"

The two were like splitting a piece of meat.

This battle was destined for victory for Sharuba and his companion since their own men had already aimed their weapons at the leader and his group. Even if they truly couldn’t beat them, the soldiers would "accidentally" rush forward and in the resulting chaos, "accidentally" cause the leader’s death.

The dead lose everything, the living gain everything.

Indeed, the outcome was as expected, but as Senior Grand Knights, they already possessed rich combat experience and strength, which after transforming into the Green-Skinned Race, had dramatically increased even more.

Those plots and schemes were never put to use.

He succeeded in defeating the opposition, then thrust his sword through the mouth of the Green Skins’ leader, exiting from the back of the skull.

Thick green fluid dripped down from the tip of the sword.

"I am the new leader now!" Sharuba raised his fist.

The Green-Skinned People looked at each other in dismay, everything that had just happened was beyond expectations, but as the newly transformed Green-Skinned Soldiers began to cheer, the rest of the tribe also started cheering.

"So let’s talk about our next plan of action."

Sharuba was very pleased with their reaction, he pointed towards the disused harbor, "We will build ships, set sail, and then circle from this side to the other side of the kingdom!"

The Green-Skinned People would of course have no objections; they would obey all commands from the new leader, as long as it meant they could live well.

A group of Great Knights built a ship very quickly, without any physical limitations, rarely feeling fatigued, it only took them a few days to successfully build several large ships.

Sitan contributed to this effort, having previously worked in shipbuilding and having spent over half a year drifting at sea as a sailor.

But as the new ship was launched, a terrifying pressure suddenly struck them.

A roaring sound penetrated their ears.

The Green-Skinned People knelt on the ground, while Sharuba and the other newly transformed Green Skins showed no reaction, their knees rigid.

This sudden event disrupted all their plans.

Could there really be a sea god in the waters of the disused harbor?

The dreadful pressure made it difficult for them to breathe, something far surpassing the once mighty Lord Leon, as if they were facing a true deity.

The entire coast turned frantic under that pressure, with waves ravaging wildly.

"Not allowed to leave?" Sharuba "heard" that message, a murmur from a god.

As a Senior Grand Knight, he had encountered this twice, but they had always stolen through Magic Potion.

But this time, it was a deity that had taken the initiative to find him.

A god in the waters of the disused harbor?!

"What should we do?" For the first time, Sharuba felt he might have truly miscalculated; these Green-Skinned People were strong, but neither setting sail nor moving southward to attack, they seemed to live peacefully here, yet each was fierce and adept at slaughter.

Now, the question was answered because the Green-Skinned People followed the commands of some voice, choosing to survive here.

It’s better to provoke the beings of the Abyssal Rift than to mess with deities, the beings that people believed in and worshiped, even if they were Evil Gods, certainly not something ordinary people could provoke.

Maintain a respectful distance!

"Stay here?" He couldn’t comprehend this answer.

"Even if we leave here, we can still worship you," Sharuba tried to explain, but the voice did not agree with his explanation, and offered another solution.

Convert more Green Skins.

Indeed, in the end, it was still the method of spreading the Evil God.

"As you wish!"

Sharuba bowed.

To hell with conversion, if they couldn’t travel by water, then they would go by land. Now, with their strength collectively doubled, returning to attack Star Dragon City was not a problem.

Whoever wants to come can come, but he was leaving!