The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 305 - 259: The Secret Temple of Frenzy

Chapter 305: Chapter 259: The Secret Temple of Frenzy

Dawn had already broken, but the infiltration had begun.

If there were four people, this infiltration would be fraught with danger and the slightest misstep could lead to detection.

If there were forty, cooperation became critical, and maintaining absolute silence was crucial.

But with four hundred people, it could hardly be called infiltration—it should be termed an invasion instead.

Everyone was doing their best to suppress their own noise, the operation absolutely could not fail, and no one doubted Renzo’s assertion.

The Undead from many regions had proven with their own experiences that some failures are forever, without a chance for a redo.

So they had to be extremely careful.

However, having a large number did have its advantages, namely wealth—there’s strength in numbers and real killing power in coin.

With the Perfumer’s fragrances as an aid, the illusions created successfully hid their noise.

The "infiltration" of approximately four hundred people would inevitably produce footsteps that couldn’t be hidden, yet they managed to move in utter silence under the power of their gold.

The purchasing strength of a few hundred was terrifyingly clear, with Miss Brittany’s lazily accumulated stock over the past year nearly wiped out in an instant.

Facing a massive demand and threatened by Lind’s cut-off from food, the Greed Serpent had no choice but to grin and bear the life of a worker.

Now she was also training new Perfumers. NPCs that had spent considerable time in Star Dragon City eventually broaden their horizons, realizing that the treasures they skimped and saved were not even enough for a day’s demand.

While maintaining external silence, they also ensured precise command transmission, all communication was conducted through the Undead’s internal chat system.

Of course, before taking action, it was necessary to clarify how the loot would be distributed. It wasn’t a case of anyone who comes gets a share, and those like ’My Ring Will Not Lose’ who discovered the mission first also had to have a guaranteed minimum.

The BOSS loot was entirely up to those who fought it to distribute—those who contributed got the rewards, and how to divide it within a team was for them to discuss.

As for the rest, each person’s spoils belonged to them and could be exchanged with Renzo.

What could be exchanged for something valuable and what couldn’t was hard to say without a fixed price list—it all depended on luck.

Their target was not sneaking into Snake Catcher Fortress; they were there to loot it.

Infiltrating the watchtower, right in front of ’My Ring Will Not Lose’ were two oddly shaped Red-Name Monsters.

They looked like upright snakes with a layer of eerie scales covering their skin, eye pupils vertical and unblinking, and cold orange-yellow irises.

"Mutated!"

"What to do?" someone else had followed up and was crouching at the window looking in with them.

"They aren’t high-level but hard to kill instantly, afraid making too much noise is the concern."

The enemy had nearly a thousand health points and wore a full suit of Armor, with an additional layer of snake scales on their skin, defensive power was inevitably not low, a real battle would likely not end well.

"Need a Wizard to help with buffs!"

"Does anyone have the Banshee Thieves?"

There were many ways to prevent this group of Snake People Soldiers from making noise, and the Banshee Thieves, capable of stealing sound, was an excellent tool for silence.

As long as it was useful, anything could become a system to be exploited by the Undead.

After preparing, he downed two more potions, the Undead leapt down, precisely executing a beheading. Aside from a soft "pff" sound, the process was simple and straightforward.

The vanguard bent over and walked out, while more Undead squeezed in behind them. Soon, the room was about to be filled to capacity, and those inside had no choice but to whisper to those outside not to push. The most miserable was the one sprawled on the window, unable to enter or leave.

"It would be best to seize a fixed position, then slowly take care of their heavy machinery."

"Right, once those are gone, we could enter through the main gate. We could outlast them!"

"Still, be careful not to expose ourselves."

The architectural style of the fortress was very much in keeping with the Rand Kingdom, with lofty buildings erected within the fortress walls. The surrounding area was manned by rotation troops, laden with trees. However, as the ground lost its vitality, these trees had dried up, forming a row of Withered Wood Forest.

Among the Withered Wood Forest, houses with golden spires peeked out like small mountains, radiating a uniquely majestic allure of gold under the faint sunlight.

Multiple watchtowers guarded the exterior, while inside it was a city. Standing on the city walls looking over, one could see the city’s layout was complex yet well-organized, with buildings of different eras divided into districts, eventually interlinking, a testament to the city’s ancient history.

The inner city roads were uneven, with numerous circular flowerbeds and stone bridges that made the entire place appear even more crowded.

The residential houses, arranged in sequence down the slope, also embraced the grey stone walls and golden roofs architectural style, and were organized around a towering bell tower at the center.

Serpentine Soldiers could be seen roaming throughout the city.

Further inside was the fortress’s castle, but that was too far away.

The battle suddenly erupted at a corner, signaling the end of stealth. However, the Undead already had a contingency plan—throwing spices and the looting Banshee, adding invisibility and silence, then charging in to kill.

Four hundred people dispersed to act, swiftly sweeping through the outer walls of Snake Catcher Fortress, and then they raced against the clock to sabotage the defensive machinery.

The Undead maintained absolute "silence" along the way, and remained undetected, because everyone who spotted them was dead.

Descending from the walls to the city, the Undead marveled at the vast and grandeur of the city, which, compared with Star Dragon City they had constructed and continuously modified, possessed a rich architectural style of Rand Kingdom.

As if in an instant, they had traveled through time and space. Was this not a game, but a real world?

Otherwise, how could the game’s developers have created such a "reasonable" ancient building? None of these buildings bore the slightest resemblance to Earth’s Western medieval architecture.

Civilization advanced in a different direction, and so did art.

The Undead split up, each searching and plundering, vowing to strip the entire Snake Catcher Fortress bare.

My team, "My Ring Shall Not Lose," entered the inner city area, bypassing the Snake People ahead. At such a location, a conflict could easily lead to being overwhelmed by countless enemies.

Before them stood a large building, approximately four stories high, close to the adjacent houses.

In deciding whether to explore the residences or the large building before them, the few of them instantly agreed—what good is there to loot from the poor? The wealthy were certainly worth plundering.

The gold-painted door was like a thick wall. Pushing open a crack, inside the building’s style was lavish, even gaudy, with the natural wood color of the flooring and ceiling convincing one it must belong to someone powerful and influential.

Colored glass windows tinted the sunlight streaming in with a kaleidoscope of hues.

The overall style of the room was opulent, and the space was vast. The only exceptions were the scars from blade tips on the floor, areas where large chunks had been torn up, exquisitely sculpted decorations on the corners of the walls, and paintings on the walls that had been burnt by great fires, seemingly recounting a past battle that had taken place here.

"This is a church," an Undead stated.

"How can you tell?"

"Look," the Undead said, picking up a book. "Faith in the Mad Secret Overlord," it’s a pamphlet, from a small church that worshiped something called the Dianmi Overlord."