The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 382 - 326 Please Die Correctly

Chapter 382: Chapter 326 Please Die Correctly

"Lind."

Tione muttered a name, unlike the Undead who could only discern information through their eyes, a true powerful being didn’t need to pay attention to Health Points, for anything that a strong being within their range seemed as glaring as a torch in the darkness.

The battle in the sky that might be called Epic, besides Dragon King Kote, the other was Lind.

The disparity in size made it hard for Lind to gain an advantage in the battle, a column of Thunder struck his body, sending him crashing down to the ground with a straight posture.

Within a certain manor, two Undead were rolling around.

Although the action was quite sleazy, rolling could solve many problems and was extremely effective in dodging.

Facing them was a Noble young lady that resembled a plaster statue, with her stiff movements, she was also somewhat slow, which gave the Undead many opportunities to attack. They had already whittled away 1000 of her Health Points, with only 2300 left the fight would end.

After sneakily stealing another hit, breaking off a piece of plaster from her body, the Undead quickly rolled backward. He believed any skill within the game that could simultaneously address displacement and release was divine.

For instance, the must-learn divine skill "Lind’s Lion Slash," already exalted on the list, a portion of the Undead were hurrying towards Mountain Demon Castle from the surroundings of Raven City, deciding to first acquire the pioneering skills before venturing into Goliath.

Displacement represented the ability to dodge; most enemies upon discovering that the Undead were using a charging or power-building skill would aggressively attack.

This was what the Undead called using "dirty code" to "read commands," some even after research concluded this had no relation to reading code since all enemy actions were based on combat logic, not adjusted according to the movements of the Undead.

A deafening roar suddenly came from above, and the two Undead rolling managed coincidentally to evade most of the falling debris.

The next instant, a figure burst through the ceiling, piercing straight from the first floor up to the fourth!

And they witnessed with their own eyes the plaster statue Noble young lady with over two thousand Health Points... wiped clean in an instant of being crushed!

"Gulp," the two swallowed their saliva, looking at the figure lying in the ruins.

Molten metal on his chest solidified into a hideous scar.

Four floors were penetrated, rubble and soil particles scattering with a clattering sound.

This person was severely injured, but no Health Points bar was displayed, which meant he was an ally.

Flames burned, wounds on his body rapidly healing, leaving only the ragged remnants of the Golden Armor.

He stood up.

His figure was robust, holding a Broken Sword in one hand, his cape like a torn banner adorned with potholes and scorched marks.

Lind!

Who could have beaten Lind like this? They had watched this ’favorite son of The Officials’ grow up step by step, fighting tenaciously with a hundred battles and a hundred victories.

When the roar of the dragon resounded and a deluge of Thunder bombarded the entire manor’s structure, the Undead realized that they had been caught up in a BOSS fight. And when half the manor was crushed by a colossal beast descending from the sky, a giant dragon clad in heavy scales, the Undead reflexively swallowed their saliva.

For such a terrifying BOSS to reduce you to this state?

Dragon King Kote grasped Thunder, thick pillars of electricity even larger than the load-bearing pillars carved with rose patterns at the front of the manor quickly materialized at the stout dragon claws’ tips.

The raised upper body, towering like a small hill, cast both shadow and lightning surge over Lind and the two Undead.

Lind stood on a mound of earth and stones, lifting his head to look at Kote.

The battle from the very first moment was not one a common Great Knight could partake in, Lind watched as Thunder crept on the ground like fleas, toppling everyone including Marcus, Reed, and the Land Soldiers.

He once again confirmed that common Great Knights really were just early game monsters.

Wen and the Crystal Mage didn’t play a significant role in this battle, their suicidal attacks encountered Thunder blockades, their Spell chanting bombarded by Thunder turrets.

The Dragon King Kote, like Lind, seemed to possess a natural advantage in using Flames, effortlessly overpowering the two with his no-charging advantage.

Only Lind was not among them, he never knew what charging was, what praying was, what chanting was.

All his abilities were instantaneous.

The broken ruins in front of him provided a chance to charge forward, he quickened his pace to face the spear of Thunder hurled by Dragon King Kote.

The Undead stayed on the edge of the battle’s reach, finding it hard to imagine if Lind could survive such a fearsome assault.

Lightning danced between Lind and the broken walls, indicating the special conductivity of the metal Armor was responding to the Thunder, he was locked on by the lightning spear.

A heavy dull sound came from beneath Lind’s feet.

He had many powers, but when attacking, he chose the simplest and most effective method, to close the distance and then swing his sword to chop.

As the second heartbeat sped up, Lind’s body surface turned crimson.

If every powerful being of the Old Nobility turned into some non-human creature when they went through a mad transformation.

The serpent Ronan.

Dragon King Kote.

Lady Druidis’s giant maw monster.

Lind would likely become something like a red-skinned demon or a red-haired lion, he didn’t know if these were related to lineage, but the family emblem certainly played no small role in it.

The ground’s trembling was like a roaring Beast, the Undead’s gaze was firmly fixed on Lind.