The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 309 - 263: Full Health Entering the Second Phase?

Chapter 309: Chapter 263: Full Health Entering the Second Phase?

Lind gripped a greatsword with both hands, swinging it within the Mountain Demon Castle clad only in simple clothing.

Whooshing sounds accompanied every twist of his wrist.

Without a blade edge, it was like a heavy piece of iron.

The soldiers of the Mountain Demon Castle stood by watching.

Suddenly, a figure approached.

"Her Majesty the Queen!" The soldiers noticed the newcomer and then intuitively stood in front of her.

"Duke is practicing a new swordsman skill."

Queen Lania frowned slightly. Among those soldiers were members of the third legion, the Royal Guard, cavalry that belonged only to the royal family, but now their first reaction upon seeing her was to block her approach.

Although Lind had returned the trained soldiers to her, the result made it clear that the Duke had risen above the Queen.

"Is that the sword he’s using?"

Without pressing closer, Lania noted the sword in Lind’s hand, but to call that a sword, it was simply too big.

"To call that a sword, it’s just too big! Massive, heavy, it’s more like a crude block of iron than a sword," said a voice nearby, leading Lania to mistakenly believe someone had the ability to read thoughts.

She turned to find it was Doris, the Recorder Officer who was meant to be loyal to her.

"Your Majesty," Doris stood with a bosom that seemed slightly offensive to Her Majesty the Queen and bowed slightly.

"What did you just say?"

"That was what Duke asked me to record," Miss Chronicler said. "Everyone has this thought the first time they see that sword. Duke believes it should become one of the ... uh, hot-selling products of the Mountain Goblin Duke in the future."

A term instantly understandable, but the word "hot-selling" still took the Queen a moment to process on first hearing.

"Who is he going to sell the swords to?" Lania felt like she couldn’t keep up with Lind’s thinking.

Ever since their reunion, Lind had always come up with all sorts of strange ideas. She had more than once suspected that the real Lind might have vanished. The current Lind, like Baron Ronan, the Snake Catcher, like her brother Prince Cote, might have already broken down into madness due to the awakening of his power and turned into something else.

Yet he remained as infuriating as ever, which also made Lania a bit baffled.

After all, there would absolutely be no third individual in the world, other than Cote and Lind, who would smile and bow respectfully to her while cautiously scheming to kick her in the rear.

He was definitely Lind, there was no doubt about it.

"A group of The Undead."

"That sword is too clumsy." As a Female Knight, Queen Lania was also very adept at combat; even a greatsword wouldn’t be too heavy if it was well crafted.

But the greatsword Lind was now using probably exceeded the weight of an adult, perhaps even more, and even a Great Knight would not be able to wield it easily.

She did not think anyone would like that sword, and wasn’t it a waste of iron?

Doris looked at Her Majesty the Queen, hesitating to speak.

Because as far as she knew, Duke Lind seemed to have decided that Her Majesty the Queen herself would hawk this greatsword and even named it.

Forget it, as a Recorder Officer, her job was just to take notes, not necessarily to speak, and she would leave the troublesome matters to the bigwigs to argue over. Although in her opinion, the Queen was very likely to be extremely annoyed, upset, and then grudgingly agree to Lind’s terms.

As a reward, perhaps she would have the chance to kick the Duke in the rear—a blast it, does a Recorder Officer even have to take note of bedroom humor? Grandmother, how did you record it back then?

Doris suddenly remembered, as a "family skill" of a Recorder Officer, her grandmother had lost her notes which led to some preposterous rumors spreading from the court, then relayed by bards, theatrical actors, and through the mouths of others to every corner of the Rand Kingdom.

It seems you chose to record faithfully, Grandmother, and now I’m experiencing your ordeal.

Doris’s mind was filled with all kinds of whimsical thoughts, suspecting that her brain was so overactive that it simply couldn’t stop.

Then she heard Queen Lania ask, "The Undead, are you referring to those that appeared at Emerald Hill?"

She had long been aware of the presence of The Undead, having heard about them since last year, but their strength wasn’t significant enough to capture her attention.

This year, however, when The Undead reappeared, Lind’s extreme reaction made Lania very curious. She simply couldn’t understand why a group of The Undead warranted such a serious response from Lind.

He had a powerful reformed Rand Legion at his disposal, now the strongest force in power. Even Raven City had been holding back from making a move against them.

"Yes," nodded Doris, "Sir believes they could change the pattern of the world."

Change the pattern of the world - such an unthinkable assessment; are we sure we are talking about a group of people, not a group of gods?

In the distance, Lind continued to swing the greatsword in his hands, and after countless attempts, he suddenly leaped up, somersaulting in the air and chopping down with the greatsword.

At the same time, there was a loud shout from Lind, "Hah! Lion Slash! "

A thunderous crashing noise as it struck the ground, sending clods flying, and creating a large hole.

...

In the large crater formed by the Snake Catcher’s body, countless numbers of The Undead were buried, with the dull roars, exploding ashes, and surging poison clouds unceasingly filling the entire Snake Catcher Fortress.

Flames surged, and Dark Flame billowed.

The fortress, considered a barrier that hindered north-south travel, had become a complete ruin under the ravaging body of the great serpent.

Baron Ronan had no idea what these people before him were, they were obviously not Calamity, and although they possessed considerable strength and fearless bravery, they were not particularly difficult to deal with.

Even the Baron thought that if he had not appeared, his Soldiers alone would have been enough to handle them.

The first batch was like that, but soon there came a second and a third.

What was more detestable was that these people seemed to have discovered the features of the Snake Catcher Fortress Soldiers’ Armor, shouting "This equipment adds poison resistance" while mercilessly and shamelessly stripping the clothes from the corpses... every piece of clothing!

Wrapped in snakeskin, the naked carcasses were piled up everywhere, and these Soldiers loyal to Baron Ronan were insulted even in death.

The Baron was unusually angry.

He was going to teach these people a lesson!

Every swish of his tail could kill countless enemies, and Baron Ronan could hear the sound of their bones breaking as they were flung away.

But they kept pressing on, they were relentless.

Then, slowly... the Soldiers of the Snake Catcher Fortress were all killed, even his little pet lion died under the siege of these people.

Baron Ronan finally realized something was wrong.

These people could resurrect after death!

They were fearless, even excited by the addition of a small wound on Baron Ronan, even though they would be crushed by the tail immediately afterward.

Slowly, Baron Ronan lost his sense of time.

He became irritable.

The damage the Undead inflicted upon him wasn’t greater than his body’s self-healing speed, but he could not completely annihilate them.

The mechanical clashing and battling was ongoing.

But Baron Ronan felt something was amiss, for with each resurrection, the enemies would return to their optimal state, yet he could no longer spew more Poison Fog. This power could not last forever, even he could not make the poison fog exist indefinitely.

Otherwise, Baron Ronan would have long spread the poison fog throughout the entire Rand Kingdom, instead of coiling up within the fortress.

All powers in the world should follow this principle, but the group of the Undead before him was obviously different, they were always able to die and resurrect, always fearless.

Even because of dying too many times, they became foul-mouthed and angrier.

It was as if... at first, they had to attack him only because it was a mission, but now it had become a battle for some kind of belief.

The Undead, the first time they die at the hands of a BOSS, might find it quite interesting.

But when the number of deaths increases, it’s no longer about whether they can defeat the BOSS, it’s about belief!

"The poison fog has dispersed!"

The Undead cheered, but Baron Ronan sneered at this. If they thought he only had poison fog, they were underestimating him too much.

The fully awakened Old Nobility power was definitely not something these weak Bugs could understand!

"Charge!!" Those Armored Knights rushed up, wielding Longswords wrapped in Flames.

Their fighting style was unexpected to Baron Ronan; they climbed onto him incessantly, like ants.

Baron Ronan kept rolling his body, shaking off the tiny Bugs one by one, but there were always some who stayed on him.

The flames of a close-range explosion bombarded Baron Ronan’s body; a scale was lifted, and instead of the expected plasma explosion, Poison Fog spurted out, instantly turning the Undead to ashes.

"Poison again, run from the poison!" Shouts came once more.

The great serpent, Baron Ronan, who had been struggling to move his serpentine body, suddenly sped up.

He gasped heavily, his will boiling as if the entire serpent was being roasted over fire.

"Life Swearer," Baron Ronan’s voice was hoarse, accompanied by a howling sound like wind in a valley.

"Kowtower," Baron Ronan felt something was off, he could feel power filling his bulky and cumbersome body, but as the power surged, something in his head trembled as well.

"My soul devoted," his voice became more and more aged, and his neck started to itch intensely.

"Cunning King," when the last sentence was completed, Baron Ronan’s neck split open, revealing a strange face within.

That face somewhat resembled a serpent, sunken into the flesh.

"Damn, wait, how did the BOSS suddenly enter the second phase?"

"Full health entering the second phase? Is this a game bug or what’s going on?"

The Undead looked uncertainly at the scene before them that defied common sense.

[Snake Catcher Fortress Lord·Old Nobility·Ronan (Cunning King), Level 39]

[Life: 35000/35000]