The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 381 - 325 - Who knocked off its 10,000 HP?!

Chapter 381: Chapter 325 - Who knocked off its 10,000 HP?!

The colossal creature shifted its head; it was one of the largest beings Lind had ever seen, almost as big as Baron Ronan had been.

But the aura exuding from Kot Hedwin far surpassed that of Baron Ronan.

It seemed that the ultimate fate of every member of the Old Nobility was to twist into some sort of massive beast.

The moment they heard Lind’s voice, Wen and the Crystal Mage walked in, followed by the commanders, with the soldiers ascending the stone steps in succession.

"My brother," the dragon spoke, and indeed the voice was unmistakably Kot’s, "you now look like a leader, and I’m happy for you."

The tone was very much like Kot’s from memory; if a young man with a sunny smile stood before Lind now, he might have laughed and punched him in the chest, followed by saying "to hell with you."

The monster before him would surely not receive these affections; it could only meet Lind’s calm gaze.

Lind raised his hand to halt the soldiers who were trying to surround and attack the beast; against such a colossus, their initiative would likely do little harm but would surely enrage their opponent.

There was no need for more needless sacrifice.

"I’m glad that you could come back to help me," Prince Kot began.

The voice of the massive creature before him was thick and clumsy, marked by heavy breathing; perhaps the change in his body was too much for him to bear, his bloated form looking as if it were filled with all kinds of trash. Since the conversation with Lind began, only that head had moved.

It must have been very uncomfortable for him.

"Help you?"

"Of course, I have seized powerful strength- do you remember our past discussions? Humans are a bunch of hypocrites, always demanding victories from us but cursing the inevitable bloodshed of war. I have thought countless times, and now I have the perfect solution that satisfies both sides."

"I am," Kot’s voice amplified, tinged with madness, "a god!"

"Just like now, no fortress of steel, however fortified, can stop me when I appear, everything in the world will submit to me!"

"If it’s before the apocalypse, then yes, you are correct," Lind nodded, a rare gesture.

He had no preference whether to pledge loyalty to a man or a dragon; nor was he a racist. Kot might even have more potential for allegiance.

Finding a stronger support wasn’t objectionable, even if Kot’s temperament had twisted, as long as he kept the thinking logic of the Old Nobility, could communicate, and had similar goals, that would form the basis of cooperation.

Yet Lind was skeptical about whether Kot was normal; he couldn’t accept his people all being turned into those painful, desperate creatures covered in barnacle-like scales through the dragon curse.

The normalcy before him could very well be a facade, just like the one Baron Ronan had once put on.

"I can sense your hesitation, brother," Kot continued to call Lind "brother," and no matter how twisted his heart became, his lifetime memories were inseparable from Lind.

"You need my guidance," Kot’s tone was very certain.

"How would you guide?" Lind asked back.

He had to admit he was a bit interested in Lakote’s proposal; no one could reject the power of a dragon to become an ally. Against forces like the New Nobility and the Calamity, the dragon might not be invincible, but it would definitely be a symbol of formidable combat power.

Even just standing before it, looking up at the supreme majesty of the Dragon King, one couldn’t help but bow under its regal presence.

There was some captivating power in its speech, which Lind suspected might be related to the curse of dragon transformation.

Lind had not been affected; most curses were significantly weakened on him.

He looked up at the dragon, eye to eye.

"I am sorry for my defeat in the royal succession that left you to wander, and I am relieved that you have walked back here through the trials of the era, which means you and I are still qualified to stand alongside each other. Share the burden of the times with me, and then the qualifications to ascend to godhood," the dragon entreated.

"Ascend to godhood?"

In the current version, gods are also among the bosses. Compared to the mayor of Newbie Village who could live to death, the mortality rate of the gods is expected to be no less than 100%. No immortals can resist the joy of deicide.

The Crystal Mage looked serious, interested only in the Great Rift; neither the New Nobility nor the Old Nobility mattered much to him, but Kot’s words made him somewhat worried.

Wen was as calm as ever; if Lind accepted the dragon’s invitation, her chances of achieving her goal would be Lind plus the dragon, still 100%. But if Lind refused, she would need to fight for him.

Lind was her current 100%, a simple calculation, no need for further thought.

"I’m sorry, Kot, I’m not interested," Lind said, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Think carefully, Lind," Cote no longer called him brother, his voice intermingled with the roar of wind and thunder, "Choose to stand shoulder to shoulder with me, or to wage war against me!"

The dragon’s wings unfolded, expanding behind him like a tattered cloak, and covered the broken ceiling of the entire Kingdom hall.

The once still thunder began roaring again.

War was unavoidable, and luckily, Lind had been prepared for this from the start.

"Then bring it on!"

...

The Undead were still exploring within the Royal City, and the dense and intricate map was bound to take a long time to navigate, while the unreasonable stats of the Old Nobility BOSS made them doubt more than once if there was something wrong with their gaming progress.

Thankfully, as long as you dared show your Health Points, we could kill you - this law was still valid. Through countless deaths and backtracking, along with the refinement of the best formations, the Undead joyously yet painfully took down one BOSS after another.

Moreover, during the battles, many Undead began to build a combat style truly suited to themselves, with instant starts without any forewarning becoming the most basic requirement, starkly contrasting with the Undead from other regions.

In fact, not just in Rand Kingdom, but gaming powers from several other regions also began to truly face their first Old Nobility BOSS as time passed.

It seemed this was the normal gaming progress. Many who had grown accustomed to watching the Undead of Rand Kingdom slay BOSSes, now eager and greedy, immediately took to the battlefield.

They then encountered a serious problem, it looked easy to watch, but when they tried, they couldn’t defeat the BOSSes at all.

What are Mystic Rune Weapons, and why is it that no one in the territory seems to have them?

Thank goodness for Enchanted Weapons, but they are frighteningly expensive and have a very high breakage rate.

The level of the BOSSes is generally not too high, just above Level 21 standards. In the Royal City of Goliath, any BOSS you come across is probably of this level, but the impoverished Undead still can’t defeat them.

The inevitable comparison of gaming experiences, even those who initially criticized the NPC Lind for breaking the game balance have chosen to keep silent.

Don’t ask, for if you do, the response is that they also wish for the same kind of NPC to help them endure the painful early game.

Within the boundaries of Rand Kingdom, whenever the Undead couldn’t beat a BOSS, Lind would appear. Whether it was tanking monsters or helping to cut them down, he brought a lot of assistance. Many BOSSes were even soloed by him alone, not only not affecting the gaming experience but making the game process much easier.

But the Undead in other regions didn’t have Lind, and their despised situation by the natives hadn’t changed the slightest bit.

Being able to occasionally come across a friendly NPC was enough to make them happy for a long time, like the friendliness in Lind’s territory, it was like living in a dream.

So, those Undead could only set out on their journeys while enduring hatred and disdain.

Only after truly experiencing it did they realize that this game’s values were designed by foot, never considering the gaming experience. Being beaten into autism or encountering game-breaking issues had become commonplace.

Incidents of BOSSes razing villages and cities were also constantly occurring.

Only then did the Undead gamers realize that this was the real magical apocalypse world, where humans are mere worms struggling to survive in the cracks, not the powerful heroes capable of launching expeditions at will.

The sky suddenly erupted with dancing thunder, which then formed golden thunder spears falling from the heavens, the intense bombardment of thunder as if to complement something unleashing its fury.

The suddenly tense atmosphere within the Royal City made all creatures uneasy.

A group of Undead seated not far from the nuclear blast nun, Tione, noticed her suddenly turn to look at the sky.

A powerful being had emerged, and then they saw a fat and massive figure rushing out from the direction of the Royal Palace, a giant dragon.

With wings spread, short stout limbs, it was a small fortress flying in the air.

Once considered colossal by the Undead, the scarlet-scaled Flying Dragons were like kittens compared to a lion when sized up against it.

The quicker-to-react Undead already had their telescopes out, which were remarkably effective for scouting enemy positions.

Finally, they could see what it was.

[Goliath’s Guardian of the City · Old Nobility · Dragon King · Kot Hedwin, lv42]

[Health Points: 60008/70000]

The first reaction was, isn’t this BOSS a bit too strong?

The second reaction, who took away its 10,000 Health Points?!

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