The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 403 - 343 We Start Counting from 1

Chapter 403: Chapter 343 We Start Counting from 1

All the members of the Blood Clan in the Rand Kingdom actually came from the Blood Clan during the pandemic outbreak at Fox Hole, the "Progenitor." Although it bordered the Black Marsh Kingdom, after so many years, they had never thought about returning.

The extended life span had cost the Blood Clan much, including emotions. They rarely experienced feelings like "love" or "gratitude." What remained were the instincts sifted through the net of time, such as arrogance, vanity, hatred, and greed.

They had no obsession with returning to their homeland, and from the stories told by the monarch, the Blood Clan of the Black Marsh Kingdom was actually very weak.

They originated from the Black Marsh Kingdom but had no special feelings for it, only citing the Blood Clan there as evidence when casually discussing their long history.

"Who are you looking for?" the Crimson Lady still showed some reverence for those coming from the Black Marsh Kingdom. Terms like "ancient" and "origin" would not evoke respect, but inscrutable powerhouses would.

"Diana, have you heard this name?" the man in the black cloak asked.

"No, but I can take you to meet a noble."

The only Crimson Nobility allowed to be disturbed in the castle now was Xinta. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be angered by this.

The Crimson Lady led the way, while the undead, believing they had triggered a plot line, chatted idly behind her.

"Really, you ran into a hidden quest?" the Blood Wart Demon Undead hopped along.

The Blood Wart Demon had many drawbacks, such as being unable to run and having to hop instead; fortunately, hopping was faster than running, so not being able to run wasn’t a severe flaw.

Listed on his face was a proud smirk, "When I saw a [?] above his head, I knew it wasn’t simple. It might even be a major storyline quest, and..."

A sudden loud bang interrupted their talk. Their vision failed to catch any crisis, but they found themselves unable to hear their own voices as they spoke.

The sound of the wind, "whoosh, whoosh," covered everything, including the thunder in the sky.

The Storm squeezed its way through the castle corridor in front, striking their faces like a heavy hammer. Kerrigan’s normally prominent nose was smashed askew by the wind, spilling blood.

The two had yet to comprehend what was happening when the storm lifted their bodies, floating them upward before throwing them violently backward.

In their line of sight, a figure was pushed backward by the fierce wind. The storm continued, completely demolishing the corridor walls.

The entire Bloodlust Castle collapsed at the moment the storm’s roar began.

It seemed as if a gigantic beast controlling the storm shook its body.

Snakes, crows, toads, and figures wrapped in black mist were dragged into the sky by the storm’s fury, making the surroundings of the castle instantly lively.

This sudden internal attack left the Blood Clan bewildered. They tumbled awkwardly on the ground, some uncontrollably burrowing into the soil.

As they crawled out, their faces still displayed anger and alertness, yet it did not hinder them from baring their talons, hissing at a potential unseen enemy.

The undead, who had rolled several times on the ground, finally managed to come to a halt. Being the weakest, they were the first to be swept up by the storm but the last to land.

Merely being affected by the storm had halved their health points.

However, the Crimson Lady, unlike them, did not tumble awkwardly after being swept away by the storm but transformed into a snake upon landing and quickly slithered away, hissing.

The two distinctly saw that her health points had dropped to "1." If not for the Blood Clan’s unique feature of locking the health bar, she likely would have been torn apart by the storm.

The castle collapsed.

Two figures appeared before the Blood Clan and the undead.

"What’s happening?"

"Who is that man? Why is he stepping on Xinta’s head?"

No Blood Clan member was foolish enough to rush in directly, Xinta ranked high among them in strength, and no one present dared to claim they could easily crush Xinta’s head underfoot.

But the mysterious man, shrouded in a black cloak, was stepping on Xinta’s head with one foot.

No one could hear what they were saying, as the rapidly brewing storm shattered their voices.

"Who are you!" Blood escaped from Xinta’s mouth as he spoke.

With the boot pressing down, Xinta’s head slowly deformed, and he could hear himself inching closer to death.

He felt extremely aggrieved.

When he heard Crimson Lady Ailin mention a Blood Clan lover from the Black Marsh Kingdom, he impatiently dropped the work in his hands.

Still, he managed to force a smile, for he could not gauge the newcomer’s strength.

Mystery signified power.

"I have never been to the Black Marsh Kingdom, but I have heard the king mention that it is our homeland." No sooner had Xinta said this than the mysterious man in the black cloak struck like lightning, grabbing his throat.

The speed was so fast that he couldn’t react.

The strength was also so great that Xinta couldn’t struggle at all.

But Xinta reacted quickly, trying to fight back with his own supple and sharp talons, hoping to leave a mark on his opponent or perhaps make him release his grip due to fear of injury or pain.

He hadn’t expected that his adversary would wield some kind of storm power.

The storm formed a sturdy fortress, blocking every attack from Xinta, then it bound his limbs.

Crimson Lady Ailin standing nearby didn’t even have a chance to react before she was swept away by the storm, and the castle collapsed in the midst of it.

The man with the black cloak then landed a fierce elbow strike on Xinta’s ear, piercing his eardrum effortlessly and leaving him deaf in his left ear.

Xinta had never felt as suffocated as he did now; he had no right to resist, tossed around like a broken sack.

As his mind grew foggy, he found his head inexplicably beneath the man’s boot.

Then he heard the man’s voice.

"I have a friend, you might remember her. In my original plan, I was supposed to chop off your limbs and bring them back to present to her, but I think a well-read lady, unskilled in battle, might not suit such a bloody scene."

A well-read lady?

Xinta understood, the man in front of him was not the Blood Clan lover from the Black Marsh Kingdom, he was here for revenge.

Yet amid the lengthy silence, he couldn’t recall when he had harmed a ladylike noble.

There were still too many inexplicable points, until he heard the man’s next words through his unaffected ear.

"I have a better way to handle you."

The pressure of the boot on his head gradually increased, making Xinta feel more aggrieved.

Then he heard the man say, "She didn’t cry at the time, so you’d better not cry either."

"Let’s start counting from 1."

"1"

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