The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 346 - 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)_5

Chapter 346: Chapter 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)_5

For instance, Cyclops, Flying Dragons, and Lord Ronan, among others, already appeared. They seem like initial level monsters at most, yet the power they show is already capable of slaughtering a city.

Later... unless the Undead here start developing nuclear weapons from scratch, even if there were nuclear weapons, they would probably be useless. It is almost certain that once they reach full level, virtually every Undead will be like a humanoid nuclear bomb.

All that has nothing to do with him, right now the most important thing is to wait for the first batch of vegetables to be harvested and then exchange them in the city for Magic Potion to gain Transcendent power.

"Forget it, let’s grind for a while," a screen popped up in front of him.

"What’s that?" the Undead who was lying on the ground suddenly sprung up.

"A major battle scenario, Golden Throne?"

This game is too unbalanced; I’m still painfully farming, and they’re already starting major battles?

...

[Major Battle: Golden Throne]

There is no information on the official website, but as the first major battle, especially one involving the Undead active within the Rand Kingdom, everybody had to take note.

The Undead, scattered in various corners by Lind, became field journalists, constantly enriching and enhancing the storyline.

Great armies gathered and marched towards Goliath.

A stream of thousands of Great Knights—no one dared to block their imposing golden surge.

Lind took the lead, Flying Dragons soared above his head, and he rode a warhorse at the very front.

No matter what kind of Calamity appeared ahead, it would be easily crushed under this force.

Teams maintained the most basic battle formations as they advanced, and would form lines to launch attacks as soon as they encountered combat.

The most alleviated were the logistical troops: vast amounts of supplies were compressed and stuffed into Space Barrels. Although the weight remained unchanged, smaller moving targets meant greater safety and speed.

Flame Tumor Alex charged at the forefront, able to spot enemies miles away. Without needing a reminder from Lind, it would rush forward, covering everything with a blanket of Flames, and when the army caught up, all they would see was scorched earth.

This was an expedition, passing multiple regions of Raven City from the territories of Mountain Demon Castle, eventually reaching Goliath—a journey even a group of Great Knights took a great deal of time to complete.

When night fell, they had to encamp.

Lind’s tent was packed with people, to ensure command transmission, he grouped squads in formations of three as a base, constantly increasing and perfecting them to ensure they could still unleash all their power even if split into alley brawls, prepared for all possibilities.

However, achieving this was not easy—it meant Lind had to ensure every trio included someone with military training, capable of adapting to combat scenarios.

This was difficult.

Even though soldiers of the Rand Legion had drastically improved to Great Knights under his forced growth, increased strength did not equate to improved thinking ability. If they were to face the Undead in 1V1 duels, the Undead, already adapted to the world’s fighting style, would win.

The lack of combat wisdom was indeed unchangeable since the Undead could resurrect infinitely, honing their skills through life after life.

Skills honed through lives are certainly deeper than those honed through mere sweat.

Upper management was abundant, on the other hand.

Like Lance, Marcus, and others who were naturally skilled in commanding large-scale battles, along with Reed, Ritchie, and Laid, who were influenced by Lind’s guidance.

"Up ahead is Avenho."

Avenho, one of the villages under Raven City’s command—according to the poets’ compiled collection of stories, the land of Avenho could grow hoes, pots, and pans.

A Lord later came to investigate, only to dig up and discover that it was actually a buried town. Whether it was buried due to geological changes or other reasons, the underground town was remarkably well-preserved.

"They are very vigilant, sir," said Marcus.

"Who is the mayor of Avenho, and whose orders does he follow?"

Lind wasn’t averse to starting a war immediately; in fact, he had already considered Raven City a hypothetical enemy.

However, the battle wouldn’t be easy. With a military power overwhelmingly in his favor, Lind could foresee the opponent’s response—either an ambush or waiting until after his confrontation with Goliath, hoping both sides suffered, to seize their own advantage.

"’Fire Pillar’ Reed, I have spotted him," someone announced.

"Just like my vow, eliminate all rebels!" Lind decided on a strategy.

Rather than waiting for them to make a move at an unknown time, better to strike first.

He assigned command of the battle to Lance, whose eyes could serve better in the darkness.

The night was like a black curtain, blinding everyone’s sight.

The rumbling of horse hooves tore through the curtain...

Avenho town.

The soldiers were extremely alert, their eyes wide open staring into the distance, but all they could see ahead was pitch darkness.

The twelve Undead were just as tense.

Everyone playing the game has their own set of values. For instance, when encountering particularly disagreeable NPCs, they almost wish they could kill them, or they might feel genuinely sad for a pitiful one.

’Fire Pillar’ Reed was a character that utterly destroyed people’s values.

In Avenho, gallows could be seen everywhere.

One could even see desiccated corpses hanging, and occasionally, crows would come to peck at them.

The system here was cruel. If they weren’t overpowered, there would likely have been a group that directly took action against ’Fire Pillar’ Reed and his paramour.