The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 353 - 298 Abyss, I’m Here to Fight

Chapter 353: Chapter 298 Abyss, I’m Here to Fight

They each could calmly initiate kamikaze attacks, while another could multitask; that’s why they fought yet they could still calmly communicate.

"What about Saiwen Hedwin?" When Lind mentioned the Black Catfish Prince, Lord Raven’s offensive momentarily faltered, and Lind seized the opportunity to close the distance again, striking with the hilt of his sword.

His tone was calm, but that didn’t mean his attack was gentle. Had he not truly found no way to kill his opponent, he definitely wouldn’t have considered chatting.

The furious sword hilt precisely targeted the opponent’s delicate nose tip, the weight of the hilt smashing into the bone produced a sound of fracturing, along with the sound of the cranial bones shifting, which would have turned an ordinary person into paste by now.

However, when Lind pulled his arm back, her face quickly healed itself.

He knocked Lord Raven down.

Lind’s Broken Sword pressed against Lord Raven’s throat, flames gathering, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Abyss, I am here to fight."

He asked, "What do you think?"

Wen Ruien lay flat on the ground, not continuing to attack, the setting sun just so happened to be blocked by Lind’s head.

His body was enveloped in a layer of red light, but his face was dark due to the absence of light.

Helping Saiwen Hedwin could allow her to absorb the opponent’s power to confront the Abyssal Great Rift together, but now that the opponent had fled, and by continuing to stand with the Black Catfish Prince, her efforts would yield a 0% return.

Choosing Lind Armand... She had already witnessed the power of Lind and his followers, Raven City had been conquered by Lind, and continuing down this path would see all she had built disappear. Now, the only choice was to pledge allegiance to Lind, and her efforts would yield a 100% return.

0% VS 100%, the answer was clear.

She spoke, "Fine."

"Huh," Lind also briskly lifted the Broken Sword from the slender neck, leaving a scorched mark on the skin that healed instantaneously.

The victor takes all, the loser loses everything. Although Wen Ruien’s way of thinking may be a bit simplistic, such is the nature of war.

The entire process was ultimately about evaluating losses and gains to make the choice that best suited one’s interests.

Lind believed that this offensive held a significant meaning, more than just a simple human infighting death match.

Flattery and pledges of loyalty meant far less than a spirited battle that subdued the opponent.

If you don’t fight, the opponent will always harbor illusions; they may suddenly think during a sleepless night: what if we had fought, could we have won?

Between hostile forces, there was only victory or defeat, no peaceful coexistence, at least in Lind’s view. He and Raven City’s relationship were going to be much tighter than the previous so-called alliance.

No need for supposed equal alliances; he was rather impetuous, preferring to clarify priorities, to decide whose word counts and who should listen to whom.

The Crystal Mage turned around to look at Raven City, now battered by war.

Apart from those who stubbornly resisted, Land Soldiers hadn’t committed much slaughter.

In his view, it was an unnecessary war, and both sides could have shaken hands and made peace, avoiding the sacrifice.

Now there was no longer a need for handshake and peace, for Raven City had become Lind’s spoil of war.

In the sight of the Undead, their overhead health bars disappeared, indicating the war had concluded.

"Does it hurt?" Lind suddenly asked.

Wen Ruien, who was rising from the ground, suddenly paused, then shook her head, "No."

"That’s a pity."

"What?"

"Because it hurt a lot," Lind Armand pointed at his fully healed body, "it’s irritating."

He had been stabbed a thousand times, genuinely feeling the pain each time, only to find out the other person did not feel pain at all.

Wen Ruien stared blankly at Lind, and regardless, she chose 100% once again, hoping she wasn’t wrong this time.

By losing to Lind and choosing him, she would now stand against the Black Catfish Prince of Black Island.

She no longer had the privilege of making another mistake.

...

"Of course it’s different!"

Nie Erxi Legend stood on the streets of Raven City, listening to an old man with only one front tooth left vehemently expressing his views.

He knew the old man, who had lived for decades and reportedly scavenged for food from the ground when Redwald Hedwin’s father was still in power.

Back then, he had seen the strong robust old king inspect his dominions.

Latter, Redwald ascended the throne, followed by Lania becoming the queen, and then came the imminent end of the world; he had lived a tough life, but always survived.

Rand Legion conquered Raven City, and Lord Ruien Wen swore loyalty to Lind, with the New Nobility fully succumbing to the rule of the Old Nobility.

Though barbaric, resolving stance issues through war was always the most effective and direct method.

The city walls were being rapidly repaired, and Raven City unusually remained brightly lit even after entering the night.

The patrolling soldiers comprised of undead and Riven soldiers; Raven City’s complex composition and Wen Ruien’s inclusiveness attracted a mix of various forces, and now, amidst the chaos, was their time to emerge.

It was said that the Rand Legion was resting inside the city, and small local lords from various villages were hurrying over upon receiving commands.

"They are nobles, placed high above us, they are supposed to rule us!" argued the elder.

"That’s the old order!" the young man disagreed.

Nie Erxi Legend knew that young man, who ran a shop and occasionally dealt with contraband; sometimes the undead, if they accidentally came into ill-gotten gains, would go to him to sell it.

Tales of nobility and taxation worried the young man.

"What do you know, young man!" the old man showered spittle as he spoke, "Noble’s soldiers are very strong, just like what you saw this time, and laws will protect us common people, if you live to my age, you will understand the benefits of the law."

The young man dismissed it: "Yes, yes, you’re right, but the great nobles have lost their Goliath, scurrying around like rats."

"But they have come back now!" He grabbed the young man, preventing him from leaving. "Don’t think I’m just an old fogey relying on my age; it’s not my age that’s the asset, it’s my experience!"

"I still remember the scene when His Majesty Redwald went to war, can you imagine? Back then, I was kneeling next to the wheat straws."

"Stop talking about those stories." The young man wanted to leave.

Similar disputes were occurring in various corners of Raven City, where some people numbly accepted their rule by a more powerful force.

Others firmly rejected it all.

The missionary promoting the "God loves the world" faith stood in front of ruins. He loudly criticized the brutal acts of the Land soldiers, believing they had harmed countless pitiful lives, unafraid even as the sword blade fell on his shoulder.

Some were drawn in for a longer look, while others hurried past, not wanting to get involved.

There were passersby with cloaked faces, a venomous snake or crow, out-of-town merchants selling dried fish, and hunchbacked old women leading children...

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