The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 372 - 316 Start Brushing

Chapter 372: Chapter 316 Start Brushing

"Fuck!!" The scene in front of them was extremely shocking.

The undead had completely given up on the idea of resistance. They decisively and simply abandoned their teammates and fled; no one wanted to be filled by tentacles that looked like those of a Kybba. Even while running away, they didn’t dare to look back.

But their ears could still hear the disgusting slurping sounds until they received the message of their teammates’ deaths.

They fled with all their might, like Cinderellas who had stumbled into a noble ball, with twisted bosses in evening gowns emerging from each room, some laughing, some screeching.

The mad laughter followed them like a biting wind clinging to their backs.

The ball, which should have been silent, became lively at the arrival of new guests.

Loves White Silk and the others were scattered from the main group, followed by the news of their teammates’ deaths.

Now, they were the last survivors.

Air rushed past their ears, and then belatedly, a sharp disc-shaped weapon appeared; these were attacks from two different bosses.

Suddenly, a fiercely bright light burst forth in front of them. The heatwave driven by the explosion ravaged the undead’s vision, and their ears could not bear it. Even after quickly lowering the volume in the shortest time, they inevitably suffered from a brief "Deafen" effect, which should recover after a few minutes.

The gilded table that lay ahead was bombed into oblivion, its surface instantly shattered, with only wood splinters flying around.

The disc-shaped weapon that had landed in front of them wobbled as if summoned and began to float up.

Long Live Sister Li’s gaze involuntarily followed the disc weapon backward, and an unseen figure grabbed the weapon.

They were being surrounded by more and more monsters. The monsters, dressed in long gowns, seemed to be passionately inviting them to join the ball.

The deranged laughter came from everywhere, and the three of them could only stand up and continue to flee. It was no longer a matter of whether they wanted to fight or not; they simply had no chance to resist.

Fireballs whizzed by their bodies, turning the wall paintings, knight armor in the corners, and the blooming orchids to shards.

The floors and walls, enveloped in flames, became meteor showers attacking them.

The pursuit from behind still did not cease. Miss Seberia Druids of the Old Nobility moved her slender legs, dragging several mucus-wrapped tentacles coming from her mouth as she ran. Her legs had astonishing leaping power. The floor was not the only place she could step on. She ran wildly up the walls and ceiling, following the three with a terrifying speed.

The unwitting trio ran into a spacious hall with several long tables covered in red tablecloths, and on them, delicate plates that reflected the firelight and moonlight—but the food on the plates was completely rotten.

They instinctively wanted to close the door behind them.

The crazed laughter of Miss Druids was getting closer, but fortunately, they had time to shut the doors and could also hope that the principle "big body, weak doors" would hold true.

Thud—the left door closed.

Then, just as the right door was about to close, a slender arm that looked very familiar reached in. It clawed at the crack of the door, trying desperately to squeeze in.

It was her, Miss Druids!

"I finally understand why Lind hates it so much!" Long Live Sister Li couldn’t help but complain, pushing her back against the door to express her rejection of the lady’s invitation to the ball.

"It’s too enthusiastic!" Loves White Silk began to search through his things.

He took out a black maggot, tossed it into his mouth, and said, "Hold on a little longer!"

The "Curse of Insects" from the rewards of the Blood Clan hunt, although it would curse the undead and slowly strip away their life and condition, came with a +25% fire damage and also inflicted psychic magic damage, making it the strongest item at this stage.

The Great Knight would need a cumbersome and lengthy prayer to release "Clore’s Explosion Flame," which the undead Great Knights affectionately called channeling, but the Undead Wizards thought the few seconds of prayer could only be considered a prelude to their skills—they found each of their spells to be exceedingly long.

Black flames gathered in the palm of the undead.

Getting close to Miss Druid’s arm.

But Loves White Silk didn’t expect the other party to suddenly twist her wrist and grab his hand. His preparation was instantly interrupted, but she couldn’t withdraw her arm either, giving him a second chance to pray.

His heart throbbed violently, unsure if his excitement would wake him from the dream. This disadvantage of the gaming helmet felt unsettling.

He took a deep breath and prayed.

Black flames gathered in the palm of his hand, converging, and then... boom!

The explosion erupted squarely on the arm of Miss Druids, splattering viscous liquid. She retracted her arm with a scream as the black flames clung to it like a festering disease, attacking both body and spirit.

Thud!

Finally, the door was shut.

The two of them bolted the door from the inside, barely resisting the urge to laugh out loud, the joy of survival overshadowing everything.

But then, a flickering flame lit in the hall.

It appeared like clusters of fireflies.

"No way," their complexions changed, but thankfully Lena’s voice sounded at that moment, "Over here!"

They escaped through the broken window, where there was little room to stand on the ledge, and looking down stirred the impulse to leap down.

Only from here could they be sure of what was emitting those clusters of flames below—a massive creature with viscera, its surface changing unpredictably, sagging skin filled with who knows how much fat.

Then there was the gaping maw, its sharp fangs bared. It seemed to be asleep, those firefly lights escaping from its snoring, yawning mouth.

[Marchioness・Old Nobility・Lady Butterfly Orchid・Seberia Druids, lv35]

[Health: 19000/19000]

The final boss lay dormant in the mansion’s backyard.

"How do we escape now?"

The entire manor had awakened, with every boss from the ballroom roaming inside, a high-density spawn. Moreover, those damnable bosses had no sense of boundaries, allowing others to invade their territories at will. A careless move could lead to being surrounded and trapped by dozens of bosses, rendering one unable to move a step.

Trapped high up, and with a boss with gaping maw eagerly waiting below, all paths of retreat were thoroughly cut off.

Lena shook her head gently, knowing if it had been just her, she could have transformed into a raven and flown away, but it was impossible with the two of them in tow.

A familiar shrill laugh came from the room, as Miss Druids had smashed through the door and squeezed through the hole, drawn by the scent of the Undead, charging towards them.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Long Live Sister Li jumped up, frightened. He’d rather die in the mouth of the marchioness below than be fed to that thing.

Miss Druids was hot-tempered; she lunged toward Long Live Sister Li but didn’t expect such a heroic leap from him.

Eager to find a "dance partner," Miss Druids lunged forward hastily, chasing after Long Live Sister Li as he jumped out.

The window was left even more battered.

Long Live Sister Li was grabbed by the wrist by Lena who was nearby. The claws brushed against his back, and after leaving long scratch marks, Miss Druids plummeted, wailing, into the mouth of the marchioness below.

Crunch, crunch, screams, struggles... the Undead watched as Miss Druids’s health bar emptied.

"I feel like I’ve found a good spot," said Long Live Sister Li, whom Lena was pulling.

"Indeed, a great spot for farming," she replied.

Her eyes sparkled, "Farming points? Then what are we waiting for, let’s start farming!"

At this point, even if she was thrown among a group of Undead, no one would feel out of place.

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