The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 367 - 311: Dragon Transformation Syndrome

Chapter 367: Chapter 311: Dragon Transformation Syndrome

War commenced at the sound of the horn.

It was like a replica of the previous battle at Raven City, with rapidly constructed catapults sending alchemical bombs streaking across the sky, and wizards applying multiple enchantments to allow the wind to carry the bombs even higher and farther.

The Scarlet Lady, Lena, stood amidst the undead army, the scene before her leaving her breathless and focused.

The long journey of the expedition had been arduous, and if it weren’t for the daily tasks providing her with opportunities to exchange military merits, she believed she couldn’t have persevered until now.

Even she felt a strange sensation about completing tasks and then using military merits to acquire the things she desired. This "shopping" feeling was addictive.

Sometimes she even bought things she didn’t need, simply thinking that they might be useful one day, and she couldn’t resist purchasing them.

Later, she would be tormented by regret for her wasteful behavior.

The undead she knew told her that this sort of behavior was generally referred to as "chopping off hands."

Indeed, Lena sometimes truly wished to literally chop off her own hands, but she also believed that the happiness derived from this "chopping" surpassed satisfying her palate. She even thought that the pleasures pursued by following her monarch were too simple and dull, and as she spent more time with the undead, she felt this way even more.

She had tasted the same pursuit of merely better-tasting blood throughout her long life.

Lena hadn’t drunk blood for several months now, yet she felt very spirited because during this time, she had used her earned military merits to buy a beautiful umbrella, elegantly adorned with mystic runes that released starlight and mist at night.

On rainy days, it even made the raindrops dancing on the umbrella come alive.

Her undead teammates were even more extravagant in their spending, purchasing many items she had never heard of, such as some "Three Kingdoms co-branded" trinkets. Who knew what those were.

She only knew that those items were very expensive, several times costlier than what she bought, but only featured a faint enchantment.

Then, an undead began to tell stories during the journey. The first story was "Romance of the Three Kingdoms." Although the story caught the attention of some, it failed to captivate the soldiers, for a simple reason: everyone here possessed strength surpassing that of Lu Bu in the story, and even the so-called Red Hare horse paled in comparison to the Catastrophe Warhorse.

So, someone began telling "Journey to the West," the story of a monk, which this time drew a large audience. During meal breaks, people gathered to listen.

Now, Lena hoped she could earn some military merits and then purchase other things. The undead were all convinced that the war would certainly be successful.

Lena didn’t care about that; she was more concerned about how many tasks she could receive.

But when the battle between the Land Soldiers of the Expedition Army and Goliath of the City of Gold truly erupted, she felt her own insignificance.

The massive catapults were taken out from space barrels, and having a space quiver herself, she understood the convenience of that. They were quickly assembled and put to use immediately.

One by one, soldiers urgently adjusted the catapults, using either giant stones or barrels stuffed with gunpowder as test materials.

With unified trajectories and magical enhancements, the catapults managed to hurl a rock an unimaginable distance, striking the distant city walls.

An epic scene unfolded before her eyes.

She could never have imagined witnessing such a scale of battle; the tiny figures on the distant city walls were in chaos. But they probably didn’t realize that the projectile just hurled was merely an ordinary stone and that the alchemical bombs to follow would bring despair.

She held her breath, focusing intently, internally calculating whether Lind, leading such a force, could withstand a battle against the monarch. She dared not confirm the answer.

The castles of the Blood Clan were not tall, and even the walls couldn’t withstand the stones thrown by the catapults, but each of them possessed combat strength, each one... Lena turned to look at the soldiers around her clad in golden armor.

It seemed like each one of them also possessed transcendent power.

The distant city wall was blasted open, and then Lena saw Lind Armand. Before this, she had never dared to stare at him too much.

It was said that the Duke of Lions’ eyes were as sharp as lightning, able to see through all falsehoods and disguises. His nose could smell the scent of blood miles away, and these were not rumors but things Lena had heard while marching with the army. His gaze always reached far—always!

Now everyone’s silhouette stopped on that strong figure, and Lena also held her breath and watched intently.

He had just cut his hair short, looking ruggedly handsome, and his eyes swept across the scene.

When his gaze landed on her, Lena felt a moment’s pause in his eyes; perhaps he had recognized her.

Fear inside made Lena want to flee, but fortunately, he just glanced over and then turned his head to look elsewhere.

His armor had changed, still predominantly golden, but the edges were lined with crimson, and there were engravings of mystic runes made of brass or some other material on the shoulder pads and breastplate.

A lion’s cape was tied to his back.

When the wind lifted the cape, Lena, in her daze, felt as though she could hear the roar of a lion.

At his side stood Wen Ruien and the Crystal Mage; clearly, they were also going to participate in this war.

The Undead received their assignments, and as a fake Undead, Lena followed closely, entering the Royal City first as a scout to clear the situation inside.

The standoff continued, and it was said that the team led by Lance had been encircled.

But standing among the Undead, Lena heard cheers.

"Explore! Explore!"

"It must be all BOSSes inside!"

"We don’t have much time left; there’s a countdown on the battle, brothers, what are we waiting for, charge!"

Lena could only follow them.

They had not yet truly charged into Goliath when new enemies were already waiting for them up ahead.

These were soldiers in Rand Legion armor, but their bodies had undergone drastic distortions, their heads now dragon-like with long horns and tails, some even growing wings.

The scales on their bodies fused and grew together with the armor, seamlessly intertwined.

Lena restrained her Blood Clan instincts, trying not to display all her power to avoid exposure.

But the combat power of the Undead greatly impressed her, and in the first charge, the Undead died, and she chose to flee to avoid exposing her identity.

By the second charge, however, they had figured out the attack patterns of these dragonized soldiers and were able to counterattack.

Meanwhile, back in the military camp, Lind also received the news.

"Dragonization?"

Dragonization, just like the serpentinization at the Snake Catcher Fortress.

But does this mean... there were dragons inside the Royal City?

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