The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 451 - 380: The Chaotic Great Expedition

Chapter 451: Chapter 380: The Chaotic Great Expedition

The undead caused quite a stir, but their combat style remained very conservative, and they were slow.

However, when one of the undead was injured, the situation underwent a drastic change.

"Damn! No more unharmed ones left, brothers, let’s go!"

It’s just like a video game, where you’re extremely cautious if you don’t make mistakes, much like walking on a puddle-covered road with shoes on. But once your shoes get wet, you might as well break the jar and wade through the water.

More and more enemies advanced, and then they encountered the first type.

A group of Pustule Exiles.

But this bunch of ’fertilizers’ didn’t look as bizarre as the images circulated on the forums; they wore iron cages on their heads, but the cages were distorted by their swollen heads.

Their methods of attack varied greatly, each possessing unique skills.

The creatures of the abyss that should fear flames began to unleash fire.

Watching those exiles, whose bodies sprouted various distorted animal legs, mouths, and tails, releasing poisonous smoke, flames, and storms made the undead’s scalp tingle.

The flames and the poison smoke interwoven formed a purplish-green fire, roaring ferociously as it charged toward the undead.

"Damn it!"

Those with shields, like the Black Tortoise Shield, took the front line, forcibly splitting the flames with their shields.

The hot air drilled into their skin like steel needles.

When the first wave of flames ended, the Black Tortoise Shield’s armor was left with chaotic scars, from toxic corrosion to fiery melting, even his arm armor was completely reddened by the high temperature.

The Black Tortoise Shield quickly performed a rapid removal cut on his own arm armor, exposing his bubbling, red-hot arm.

Having encountered this situation many times before, he skillfully took out a potion bottle, pried open the cork with his teeth, and guzzled it down, quickly recovering from his injuries.

He packed up his arm armor to have it repaired later and then took out spare equipment to hold him over.

The elite among the undead surely couldn’t have just one set of weapons and equipment.

This game was too realistic in this aspect; the equipment degradation rate was high, which while enhancing immersion, was also somewhat frustrating, often leading to scenarios where one would have divine equipment but fear wearing it in their quest.

Fear of wearing it out.

The other undead took the opportunity to charge forward, and the strange abyssal roars were replaced by the clash of sword blades and magic.

The Dragon Scale Sword used an ice sword to sever an enemy’s arm, then quickly turned and used his body to swiftly slice the enemy’s throat with his left hand’s fire blade, black slurry spurting from the burned neck wound. Sensing danger but not retreating, he increased his pace and attacked, securing victory before the creature could transform into an even more troublesome monster.

However, it didn’t mean the exiles only fought from a distance. One of the exiles, like a monkey, stubbornly withstood a fireball and leaped forward.

Boom!!

As the exile who jumped into the air like a monkey was covered in flames, the ignited fireball expanded several times more.

Then, suddenly, the fireball was torn open by a skinny arm from the inside, and the opponent, with a body burning with high temperatures, successfully charged out and extended his claws towards the Dragon Scale Sword’s head.

The Dragon Scale Sword twisted on one leg, spinning his body like a top and narrowly avoiding the arm, while instinctively lifting his elbow and using the sword hilt to strike the opponent’s nose, the completely distorted iron cage head still remained intact despite being heavily smashed.

After landing, the exile seemed baffled, staggering backwards, but the Dragon Scale Sword who had almost been ambushed quickly caught up and stabbed his fiery short blade into its eye socket.

Thick smoke billowed out, and when he pulled out the short blade, it was already scorching red hot.

The corpse fell to the ground.

During this time, some undead also turned to ash.

The not battle-famed Pustule Exiles became tough to handle after being contaminated by the abyss. Although the undead enjoyed the thrill of challenging and conquering strong foes, they were also clear that their mission was to open the fortress’s gates.

As long as the gate was opened and William and Lind entered, these guys shouldn’t be a problem.

So why not just let Lind and William come from over the wall instead?

From the beginning, they had never considered doing so.

Letting NPCs do everything, what fun is there for us to play? So, it’s better to just have a Poster Girl issuing commands, and not mess with anything else.

...

At this moment, Lind was on the official website, viewing Abyss battles from other regions and finding many points worth referencing.

Resistance medicine had become a scarce and highly sought-after resource.

In many other regions, the expedition teams formed were loose and disorganized; many undead could only swarm in, using their bodies to resist the curse.

In some regions, undead were directly infected by the Abyss, completing a "glorious evolution."

However, unlike their expectations of transforming into different species and then starting to destroy human civilization, they discovered that their bodies were out of control and they had become monsters that other undead exterminated.

Some people didn’t care about this fact. Isn’t it just being forced to log off after getting infected with the plague? Although there are no rewards for logging off, it should still be quite interesting, right?

There were video bloggers who, for the sake of making an impactful show, deliberately let themselves be infected to see what would happen.

Then, because his level and equipment were among the strongest in the region, after being infected, his power underwent a drastic change. He directly overran the undead defenses of the Great Rift in his region, almost wiping out all the NPCs.

The entire area’s defense line completely collapsed.

Comments floated across:

"6666, truly thrilling, it’s a pity it can’t be controlled."

"The plasma bursting is more exhilarating than a cut scene."

"Damn, did they even slaughter the Poster Girl?"

"Hahaha, ’Resurrection: My Journey as an Abyss Demon in Another World Deciding to Destroy Humanity,’ the gameplay is truly free."

Almost no one criticized it, and many lawful undead merely left comments: "So this is also a way to play."

The few criticisms came from undead in the same region as the blogger, because his actions led to the complete collapse of their defense lines, rendering the game unplayable in that region.

Without any NPCs left, there’s nothing left to play.

Either they start afresh in another country or delete their account and replay, but in front of the celebrity blogger, no one cared about their gaming experience.

Some regions united and charged forward in one breath, only to be wiped out en masse.

After resurrection, undead carrying the Abyss plague ran all over, eventually turning the entire nation into an Abyss-occupied land.

Even NPCs tailored around the undead, who were brainwashed by The Officials, could be killed on whims, let alone the enemies.

Positive progress was made in some regions, which quickly built defensive lines through rapid infrastructure and then lured only a small part of the Abyssal Calamity each time, allowing undead to fight the Abyssal Calamity within a confined area.

It was like fighting crickets.

The strategy was effective as it ensured no infections, but the downside was it was too slow. By the time their plan succeeded, it might be decades later, possibly into version 2.0 of the game.

Shadows emerged by the campfire.

"This is too hard!" complaints were heard.

The dead undead were resurrected.

"At this rate, it’s just not sustainable."

"I think we could consider stealth assassinations or luring one at a time to break them down individually."

William asked from the side, "Sir, do you need me to go in and help?"

In William’s view, the undead were still too weak.

"Your job is to stay here, wait for the gate to open, and also..." Lind emphasized in front of all the undead, "kill all those infected by the Abyss personally."