The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 352 - 297 Bad File

Chapter 352: Chapter 297 Bad File

The game design is flawed, how can you let NPCs know the players’ secrets, no, the immortality secret of players isn’t really a secret.

Ranks upon ranks of dense crossbows surrounded them from inside and out.

The innermost row was made up of shield soldiers.

Resurrected undead had their weapons confiscated, crouched down holding their heads, then were led away in chains, hands and feet bound, to continue crouching on an adjacent open space.

Some undead chose to resist, so what awaited them was an arrow through the head.

The undead turned to ashes, then resurrected, but before they could speak, a second arrow was shot through their head.

The third resurrection, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth... On the twenty-first time, the undead no longer appeared.

Back on Earth, a player whose defenses were breached clutched his helmet, on the verge of tears: "My account is ruined!"

With a lesson learned, the undead became much more obedient.

After breaching Raven City, the Land Soldiers exhibited their exceptional combat capabilities. No piece of knowledge was useless; transforming their experiences and sweat into skills was one of the fundamental reasons for their swift victory in this battle.

Of course, another reason was their equipment!

Lind invested heavily in all sorts of resources, draining his entire fortune to equip every soldier with superior gear, proving just how correct his decision was on the battlefield.

The melee was still raging, but the flames shooting up into the sky drew the attention of countless people.

That was the great battle between Lind and Lord Reven.

Lind’s body had accumulated too much power from various sources, but his attacking approach was always fire, fire that was fierce enough to cause damage was enough, any complex patterns were just auxiliary.

His footstep cracked the ground, and the spiderweb fissures glowed red from the high heat, subsequent flames burst from the ground, flipping Lord Reven in the air, as Lind brought his sword down heavily on his face.

The delicately perfect features deformed and twisted under the heavy strike of the sword, eyes nearly popping out, face caved in with a large dent.

He was smacked away like a ragdoll, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Lind wanted to see if the undying power would allow the other to wake up if he was completely dismembered, or if without a head, he could still stand up to fight.

The dust was split in two by a sharp blade light, and Lind, sensing danger, quickly retreated while slashing forward with his broken sword in an attempt to push the opponent back.

The blade aimed for his neck, but the opponent was clearly prepared to die rather than miss the thrust, completely ignoring Lind’s counterattack.

With longer arms and a broader sword, Lind struck first, his vicious impact disrupting the opponent’s attack, but the sword’s edge, determined to finish the job at the cost of its wielder’s life, still managed to slice open Lind’s armor and pierce his chest.

Feeling the lung being penetrated was not pleasant. As the other fell, the sword was drawn from Lind’s chest, and the pain caused his expression to shift slightly, but thankfully this pain was nothing compared to the agony of flames burning through his heart and veins.

Blood splattered out, sticking to the shattered armor.

Just as the sword left his chest, the wound swiftly cauterized with a burst of flame, healing in an instant.

As long as his head wasn’t severed, to Lind, any injury was just a minor wound that could be healed with flames.

But during this time, Lord Reven stood up once again and lunged at Lind with renewed fury.

The two were locked in a grueling battle, a situation that perhaps neither had ever imagined.

Lind’s body was pricked by the sharp sword like a bee’s sting, leaving behind multiple potentially fatal punctures, but without any large-scale trauma, even dozens of punctures did nothing, as the flames rapidly healed his body.

Lord Reven, too, was pounded by Lind’s heavy sword strikes, knocked down time and again, only to quickly stand back up.

They gradually abandoned the comparison of sword moves and simply launched attack after attack at each other.

In the heat of battle, Lind discovered that Lord Riven possessed an extraordinary reaction speed, but her fighting style was obviously incomplete, sometimes making pointless actions like shaking her head and rotating her neck.

He was able to divide his thoughts, "The Twins" allowed him to focus entirely on one thing while being completely distracted with another.

After continuously observing, he realized it was not that her swordsmanship was incomplete or flawed, but her body was.

She was missing a pair of wings!

The Songbai Knight Guard of Permafrost Land all had a pair of wings just below their necks, and if they were incorporated, everything would make a lot more sense.

After yet another Thrust, Lind lunged forward to dodge. He didn’t possess the traits of the Undead, and even though he could heal quickly, he wasn’t willing to trade injury for injury.

Having successfully plunged into Lord Riven’s chest, he lifted his right hand and struck her abdomen with a swift elbow, his shoulders vibrating in a series of motions that drew the "Bonecrusher" power from the path of the Snake Catcher.

Then, using the advantage of his physical strength, he pressed her forcibly to the ground.

Before the chains that sought to bind him completely extended, Lord Riven attacked with a strange angle, twisting her arm towards his head and delivering a sword stroke.

Lind had no choice but to shrink his neck and roll to the side to avoid getting impaled in the head.

But the pressure he had managed to create just now had vanished.

Creating sufficient distance, he watched as Lord Riven stood up from the ground. Since the start of the skirmish, her expression remained indifferent, but Lind did not share Queen Lania’s assessment.

The woman before him hadn’t driven out her humanity with divinity, but rather... she was in so much pain that she had become numb to it.

He somewhat guessed the source of the power she wielded.

As a deity worshiped by the Kingdom of Rand, the Sun’s Testament had the Knights of the Apocalypse.

They were Storm Knight Mien, whose sculpture often depicted him with a sword, standing powerless in the corners of churches.

Dragon Knight Hastings, his relief was over the church portals.

Undead Knight Samantha, the only female knight, but there wasn’t much imagery or stories about her.

The last one, Molten Flame Knight, said to be the only Apocalyptic Knight to inherit the power of the Sun’s Testament, the son of the Sun’s Testament, a demigod.

The "Iris Flower" he once encountered was a pathway of the Storm Knight, and Lind even had the epic Magic Potion pathway of the other, too profound and distant a pathway for him to handle, so he just kept the potion list as a collection to adjust his mood.

The battle lasted from early morning to dusk.

The sounds of fighting within the city had ceased.

The Crystal Mage, once he had failed to stop the bombardment of the Alchemical Bomb, did not make another move, but he held back Flying Dragon Alex, preventing it from entering the battlefield.

Its arrival would undoubtedly change the complexion of the battle, with Flames constantly enhancing Lind’s strength but also causing harm to the enemy, tipping the standoff balance completely after a single breath of Dragon Fire.

"I heard you gathered power to fight against the Great Rift?" Lind grew tired of this endless fight, where each time he could send his foe flying, but couldn’t kill her.

"Yes," Lord Riven answered Lind’s question while choosing to launch an attack that would destroy them both without changing her expression.

"Now you have lost all of those powers."

Their attacks did not cease.