The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 349 - 294: Troops Approaching the City

Chapter 349: Chapter 294: Troops Approaching the City

As the veiled light grew thinner, Loves White Silk gradually saw through the white mist to Rand Legion starting to move, and she heard the whistle and bugle.

The ground quaked under the reverberating thunder of footsteps, standing still one could feel the tingling sensation transmitted to one’s soles synchronously with the ground.

In the hazy mist, one could see the figures shimmering in gold, forming a fierce golden beast.

Then, the army suddenly increased its pace, charging out of the white mist.

The white mist rolled aside like ocean waves, as if revealing the stage for a drama about to unfold, the curtains dramatically pulled aside.

The story had already begun...

Built on the southwestern trade route, Raven City was like a massive beast cage.

The Transcendent might of its walls surpassed those of Star Dragon City, Mountain Demon Castle, Snake Catcher Fortress, and other structures.

Sufficient to withstand any fierce attack, the cliff-like walls were visible from miles away, as if built on the horizon, firmly capturing every soldier’s gaze.

Twenty miles distant, the troops were at the city gates.

In the mouths of the Undead, Raven City was likened to a magical version of Night City, resembling Kowloon Walled City, narrow and crowded with buildings stuffed in every corner and every open space potentially someone’s "home".

The noise and clamor never ceased, buzzing sounds infiltrating the ears from the moment one opened their eyes, bombarding the brain’s tolerance limit recklessly.

Just like City Lord Riven, her target was everyone, hence within her territory, there were all sorts of people, anyone could find a place to catch their breath here.

Without any restrictions, gathering the survivors of doomsday, Raven City had become the most populated area in the central region, and even now, people were still flocking to Raven City, hoping to receive the army’s protection.

For the majority of ordinary people, Calamity was the main reason for their unrest.

Now the army was encamped outside, siege equipment was brought out from unknown places and quickly assembled, the Beast’s sharp fangs were bared.

Above the city walls, Nie Erxi and other soldiers were in strict formation awaiting.

Seeing those thousands of Red-Name Monsters, at least level 11 each, at the edge of his vision, he was completely numb, a flying dragon overhead twisting its body, stirring the clouds with its wings.

"Do you plan to meet the battle?" The old man stood on the city wall, beside the City Lord.

Wen Riven’s expression was indifferent, she disregarded the flying dragon in the sky, focusing only on the distant army that had already formed its battle lines.

She knew well, the city walls could not stop Rand Legion.

The enemy had readied themselves for battle, but the morale of their own forces was quickly declining.

The not-so-powerful flying dragon, since its appearance, had already shattered the soldiers’ confidence, its huge wings and sharp fangs stirring their fear.

The soldiers, who had grown up listening to stories about "dragons," naturally feared these mighty beings from the sky.

Even though the current "dragon" in the sky was merely a beast in appearance.

"I’ve met him, that young Duke."

The elder spoke again, having met with the "enemy" on his own initiative, even Wen Riven could not remain completely unmoved.

She turned her head to look at this mentor who once guided frontline warriors of the Abyss, silently waiting for him to continue.

"He said he would also be an enemy of the Abyss, and he has already seen what escapes from the Great Rift."

"The Great Rift is just a part," Wen said.

The Xilu Continent is immensely large, so large that many countries aren’t even aware of each other’s existence. It’s unknown how many more Great Rifts exist on this land, and how many creatures of the Abyss are attempting to crawl out.

The rules were broken, and the apocalypse is the root of everything.

The elder spoke again, "Prince Siven has already left, returning to his domain."

He knew the person before him was adept at judging, or rather, a lifetime devoid of feelings had made her abandon thinking and measure everything in the simplest way possible.

Between 50% and 100%, she would undoubtedly choose 100% – the power in one’s own hands was the power one truly possessed.

Yet, as Lind set off to attack Goliath, the Black Catfish Prince quickly departed, whether the opponent was retreating or going back to prepare for a counter-attack, the unannounced departure was very telling.

Now it had turned into a choice between 50% and 0%; the decision had changed once more.

"You certainly do not want to witness that tragic scene, looking at Raven City covered in corpses," he spoke again, striking directly at Wen Ruien’s vulnerability.

Turning to look at the bustling Raven City, tier upon tier of buildings, an incessant crowd bustling, a wall completely separating two worlds.

...

Lind gazed towards Raven City, the Rand Legion deployed for battle, the war was like an arrow on the bowstring.

He stared at the towering city walls, as if trying to pierce the obstruction with his gaze, to see the inner structure.

"My lord," Lance, feeling much better after a night’s rest, spoke.

"I understand your intention, but you shouldn’t personally spearhead the charge; perhaps we should target the city walls first, using catapults to sow chaos and weaken them."

Compared to the Rand Legion’s thousand-plus people, the huge mass in the distance seemed like an immobile target; dividing and weakening the enemy to cause panic, and dealing with an internally chaotic enemy was clearly easier than facing a united front.

And once the city walls were breached, the Great Knight leading the charge, no one could stop this golden host’s iron hooves.

Lance had followed Lind for a long time, and when he saw Lind’s action, he knew he was going to lead from the front again.

A leader joining the fight could inspire morale, but under such tense circumstances, all the risks shouldn’t fall on Lind alone.

"Hahaha," Lind laughed out loud, the scene not becoming tenser because of Lance’s advice, "They do not wish to be our enemy; fear has already taken root in their hearts. What supports them is the people on the walls, not the walls themselves."

When humanity began to steal the powers of the All Gods through Magic Potion, forsaking their frail bodies, there no longer existed such a thing as an impregnable wall.

Flying, immense strength, burrowing, and passing through walls, among others.

Lind insisted on leading the charge; he had met the Crystal Mage, knowing that if the adversary were to unleash some kind of large-scale magic on top of the walls... if he truly possessed such power, the soldiers might find it hard to resist.

The threat Lind felt during their first encounter with the Crystal Mage was not baseless; the opponent had initially approached him for peace talks, not without a hint of threat.

However, from a standpoint perspective, Lind couldn’t afford to back down; he was of the Old Nobility, his lineage was unchangeable, even other countries automatically assumed the Old Nobility to be the villainous boss, so he had to stand firm.

In the enemy ranks, there was also a Songbai Knight Guard from Permafrost Land, a legendary "Angel" - it was the Crystal Mage and the Angel who were the "walls," not the towering structure before them.