The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 383 - 326: Please Die the Right Way_2

Chapter 383: Chapter 326: Please Die the Right Way_2

The tremors intensified along with the Beast Roar, and the collapsed manor ruins seemed like beans thrown into a pot, beginning to jump uncontrollably.

Lind’s body burned with flames, and he looked like a demon cloaked in a crimson flame cape, charging towards Dragon King Kote with his sword.

As he leaped, the ground trembling suddenly paused.

Two Undead almost reflexively rolled backward, their fighting instincts saving their lives, as the land Lind had trodden upon was torn open by an abrupt earthquake, splitting like cracks branching from a large tree, completely tearing apart the already ruined manor as a wealth of treasures and debris fell into the fissure.

Then, intense flames burst forth.

Lind, now wielding the true power of the Old Nobility and also a Duke, was stronger than Baron Ronan.

Baron Ronan could slaughter a whole city with his poison fog, and his flames could likewise ignite hell.

The surging flames chasing Lind soared into the sky.

The ground was forced to churn under the assault of the heat wave.

Building after building was struck by the fiery heat wave.

On the outskirts, a wandering Undead Romantic Bumbler saw a massive figure in the distance, and instinctively threw herself towards a building as a tidal wave of fire surged down the streets.

The heat wave’s impact caused the formerly exquisite buildings to crumble, triggering many buildings to explode into the sky in a chain reaction.

This included many Undead who couldn’t dodge in time, wandering Dragonized Soldiers, and even some Old Nobility bosses.

After rising high into the air, they fell back toward the ground like dumplings, clattering down.

Ash scattered in the air, signifying many Undead being wiped out without knowing what hit them, far from the battlefield.

As the Romantic Bumbler emerged from the half-basement tunnel where she had hidden, her eyelid suddenly twitched and, wiping her face, she realized she was sweating.

Raising her sensitivity, the Romantic Bumbler was instantly enveloped by the scorching heat and reflexively lowered her sensitivity, taking out water from her quiver to pour over herself to cool down.

When she stepped out from the wall that had saved her, she looked towards the horizon and was shocked to find nothing but emptiness.

The battle between Lind and Dragon King Kote had not ended; Lind’s figure seemed too small in front of Kote’s massive form, but their standoff made them appear as equals.

A shout came, and she recognized the dust-covered, injured person who was one of Lind’s nine guards following him all day.

Without looking back, he stepped onto the blackened land and launched an attack on the Dragon King.

Then, more and more Land Soldiers rushed forth.

They shouted, "Lind!" as they fearlessly charged forward one after another.

The Romantic Bumbler couldn’t help but pity those in battered armor about to face the giant dragon, which seemed like the embodiment of the Grim Reaper.

But their fearless charge looked just like the heroes that inevitably appear in many stories.

"For the Golden Throne!" another voice called out.

It was the Undead!

They rushed from all directions, joining fearlessly, while the Romantic Bumbler deeply understood that in the battle against Dragon King Kote, she could hardly help, and even touching him would require great luck.

But as people surged forward like a tidal wave, she too was swept up in the moment.

"Charge!!"

The Undead shouted for the Golden Throne, joining a true dragon-slaying battle filled with grandeur and an epic sensation, which uplifted their spirits and seemed to strengthen their power, quickening their steps.

But the thunder that poured down harshly taught the Undead a lesson, an indiscriminate, unforgiving thunder spread from the ground around, and if they couldn’t find a way to charge directly in front of Dragon King Kote, they would meaninglessly keep dying.

Lind had maxed out his power, draining every bit of strength coursing through his body, yet the battle remained grueling. Kote’s thunder struck his body like a heavy hammer, each charge resisting the thunder, making it extremely painful.

The Curse of the Banshee’s Horn successfully afflicted Kote, Lind was certain of his success, but Kote’s thunder did not pause for a moment, proving its power was distinct from that of the Old Nobility.

Thunder once again flooded ahead, and when the flames were ignited once more, Lind stood up again.

He stood like a flag, and the Undead and Land Soldiers charged towards this flag.

Screams of flesh and bone being crushed filled Lind’s ears; his Broken Sword was knocked from his hand by a thunder spear, although a chain was pulling it back at top-speed. But Kote’s thunder swept over again.

The battlefield had long turned into a chaotic battle zone, the conflict with Dragon King Kote dragging on for a day and a night.

The arrival of Wen and Crystal Mage relieved some of Lind’s pressure.

Crystal Mage’s magic enhancement and shield, along with Wen’s sharp assassin skills and Lind’s brave charge, made them look like a well-seasoned trio even though they were just temporary combat partners.

A dragon’s roar sounded. Flying Dragon Alex spread his wings and entered the scene.

His slender, weak body was unfit for the battle, but the Undead noticed a familiar figure on the dragon’s back.

Lania flew in riding a dragon.

"Undead, immediately go to rescue the injured!" Lania commanded loudly.