The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 453 - 382: Farming the Abyssal Set

Chapter 453: Chapter 382: Farming the Abyssal Set

The battle to reclaim the fortress continues, with the front half already cleared by the Undead.

The majority stationed are logistical troops, with not much combat power.

A second batch of Undead arrived and then began constructing a new stronghold from the Catastrophe Executioner’s fortress as the origin point.

Thousands gathered there.

After taking anti-resistance medicine, the Undead could move through the black slime, but their movement slowed once their bodies sank into it.

Even with the resistance medicine, it was futile; staggering forward in the waist-deep slime, they quickly accumulated corruption bars.

The Undead could only retreat and plan for the long term.

The Gate of Mephisto had completely become a logistics transit station and the last bastion of defense, manned by non-combat personnel like the Crystal Mage, Doris, and Mico.

Wen Ruien stood next to Lind.

"Don’t you have a way?" she asked, looking at the door.

She could cross over, but not with so many people.

"There is one, but I don’t need to worry about it."

In a world that was completely free and unrestricted, Lind felt he shouldn’t deprive the Undead of their "fun."

"What are they doing?" Wen asked.

"Playing a shoddy bridge-building game," Lind replied.

"What?"

"In any case, it’s one of their amusements." Lind looked at the Pustule Exiles who followed Boyd, all wearing uniform cage helmets, their eyes filled with memories when they gazed at the fortress but filled with awe and fear after seeing Lind.

The Undead hadn’t seen the scene of that night, which was comparable to a minor volcanic eruption, but they had witnessed it.

Even the former Iris Knights could not inflict such terrifying power.

"Continue to produce the resistance medicine. Don’t worry, I’ll help you cure the curse," Lind said.

The exiles led by Boyd were frantically producing the resistance medicine here.

William needed to issue missions, allowing the Undead to explore while gathering materials along the way.

Crossing the black viscous liquid didn’t take much time; the Undead went out and cut down a few redwoods, first trying to lay them down, found they would sink, and then changed their approach to standing the trunks up and having archers shoot roped arrows to the other side.

The walls were enchanted to prevent climbing, but there were not so many problems inside the fortress.

They could just use a zipline to traverse, and the method to return was simple: suicide.

This time they were lucky not to encounter a situation where [the door cannot be opened from this side]; this is the back of the fortress, and it must be opened from this side.

A dense crowd of Undead stood on this end, watching the door creak open as the mechanism turned.

Everyone’s face wore an expectant smile.

Now, the battle to reclaim the fortress was truly about to begin!

The obstructing gate swung open, and a scene utterly different from inside the fortress gates abruptly appeared before them.

In the farthest front was a bizarre living structure that resembled some kind of soft-bodied organism, covering half of the fortress with its slimy, sticky surface, full of fist-sized pores, slightly vibrating as if it could breathe.

The ground was covered with disorganized fungal mats.

The pitch black and the castle’s white lime bricks formed a stark contrast.

Entangling the merlons and columns, the chaotic black veins seemed like the organism’s blood vessels, and at places like eaves and corners hung giant drop-shaped, wriggling black balls filled with water.

The space here was vast, more akin to the true core of a city than the other half of the fortress that could be circled in half a day.

A myriad of disorganized swords were embedded into the ground along the path, reminding the Undead of those swords they had seen at the Snake People Outpost, a tradition maintained by Lind’s forces afterward.

If a person desired eternal rest after death, their body must return to the flames; if a tombstone could not be built in time due to urgent wars, their sword served as their tombstone.

A strange sound, like a battle hymn or more like a dirge, began to play.

[Abyssalized Scavenger, lv25]

[Life: 3000/3000]

A soldier clutching a torch and wearing a pointed steel helmet staggered out, maintaining its human form much more than exiles or walking corpses could.

From its equipment, it was evident that it once belonged to a combat unit.

The Scavengers, who could not undertake the task of attacking the Abyss, were inferior in strength to the "Iris Knights". The Undead didn’t take their opponents seriously, even if they were level 25, just a bunch of mindless walking dead.

However, as soon as they engaged in combat, they were caught off guard by the opponent’s exquisite swordsmanship. The Scavengers had been well-trained soldiers while alive, although they didn’t have the qualifications to fight on the Abyss frontlines, yet the enemies they faced were no less formidable.

Killing their Abyssalized comrades, their mission was equally daunting.

A large number of [Abyssalized Scavengers] surged out, instinctively forming lines to entangle with the Undead.

Facing Scavengers who were not weaker in attributes and also had various methods, the Undead had no advantage at all, and even more terrifying was that the Scavengers excelled in group combat specifically designed to fight humans.

When the Undead tried to distance themselves, the Scavengers immediately used long-range weapons like spears and crossbows.

And when the Undead prepared to charge, the Scavengers quickly formed a shield wall for defense, then rapidly dispersed, surrounding the Undead with small teams for swift elimination.

"Damn, we’ve become the monsters being farmed by them!" I caught Pikachu complaining as he reappeared from the respawn point again.

They were trapped up front, never getting any closer to the suspicious-looking building.

Worse, the killed Scavengers would soon resurrect, standing up fully healed.

Both sides were Undead, simply unkillable.

Their only choice was to fight their way back into the battlefield repeatedly in massive, bloodless clashes.

At first, it was exhilarating; however, the repetitive killing soon began to bore them, with no growth in anything.

I caught Pikachu rolled to avoid a volley of arrows, the arrows halting exactly where he had been standing, their feathers still trembling.

Seizing the opportunity, he rushed forward furiously slashing at his opponent.

The bad "realism" meant that during the attack they had to consider the force of recoil, for if you couldn’t slice the enemy in half like cutting through a hay bale, the returning force could snatch the sword from his hands.

But this time he was lucky and coincidentally thrust the sword into a gap in the Scavenger’s neck, then easily chopped off its head.

"Huff huff!" I caught Pikachu’s heart pounded violently when he suddenly realized he had unknowingly retreated into a black viscous liquid.

The corpse of the Scavenger also fell into the water, quickly engulfed.

Looking at the helmet in his hands, I caught Pikachu paused in shock.

[Abyssalized Scavenger Helmet: Wanderer of the world, following the mission to eradicate the Abyss, even in death it did not forget its duty. Wearingwill means increased damage taken, Physical Defense +15, Magic Defense +3, Flame Resistance +5, Lightning Resistance +2, Abyssal Resistance +2]

Unlike enchanted equipment that requires periodic maintenance and re-enchantment, this one apparently doesn’t.

Just then, another Scavenger swooped in. This time, I caught Pikachu precisely targeted its neck, exchanging wound for wound as he stabbed successfully.

With one hand he fiercely stabbed while chugging potions with the other, competing to see whose health bar lasts longer!

When he killed the opponent again and removed another Scavenger’s helmet, the entirely different attributes of the loot caught his eye.

"It can be farmed!"

Not just the helmet could be farmed, but all the armor could also be stripped down.

However, many had a durability of 0, essentially heavy junk, and in the end, he only harvested helmets and leg armor.

As I caught Pikachu put on the notably superior Abyss Scavenger’s set, the killed Scavenger was already shakily standing up again.

However, stripped of all its weapons and equipment, it could only rush at him bare-handed.

"Bugger off!"

I caught Pikachu, excited now, had wanted to complain about Lind earlier, but now he thought he was wrong.

Was it Lind’s intention to let the Undead use their lives to scout the enemy situation inside the fortress? Was he trying to milk us for the resistance drugs, squeezing the military merits we’d hardly earned? Clearly not!

This was for us to farm the Abyss sets!

Lind, so touching!