The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 458 - 387 Equipment Transformation

Chapter 458: Chapter 387 Equipment Transformation

Lind once again encountered Melulan.

Wrapped in hatred, the empress exuded a powerful aura, her shapely figure clothed in a black dress, arms enveloped in black lace gloves.

Her delicate face was pale, yet her lips were a vivid red.

Her favorability remained nearly maxed out, just as he had anticipated.

It was not Lind who probed her, but she who tangibly entwined her emotions around him, making him feel as though he were facing a spiderwoman exhaling a pink mist of poison.

Her being radiated both sensuality and death.

But Lind could harbor no improper thoughts towards her, for a simple reason: she was a corpse!

A corpse of the former queen of the Black Marsh Kingdom, later revived with new limbs through bizarre magic by a wizard, yet even that could not change the fact of her death. Afterwards, Lind had granted her a Blood Clan body.

The only difference between her and Redwald was that a mind named "Melulan" still dominated this body, but whether she truly was Melulan remained questionable, though it mattered little.

"Your underground Blood Lambs ranch needs a new shepherd," Melulan said, "I’ve found a group of Night Fiends. They are adept in magic and can undertake the shepherding. They are currently homeless."

She needed to leave; the underground ranch was bound to fall into neglect.

"Night Fiends?"

Lind recalled an undying person who constantly carried a painting by Boyd, depicting a blue-skinned elf girl.

"They possess natural advantages in magic and speed," Melulan continued.

"The Blood Lambs ranch no longer matters," Lind shook his head.

With the rapid iterations of the game version, the ways for undead to obtain the Heart of Calamity increased, and he could only attract undead with high-level Magic Potions, as low-level ones were no longer competitive.

Undead had always been learning to brew Magic Potions.

Now, various gaming guilds had also joined in, eager to cook their own potions to cut costs.

Luckily, Magic Potion recipes were not particularly valuable. High-level formulas could not circulate, as undead could not access them, but low-level ones were different; many people generously shared them on forums.

The rapid dissemination of knowledge forced Lind to master more competitive abilities; the era of earning undead profits through information gaps had passed.

There was also a possibility that some undead might take it upon themselves to craft equipment.

He not only had to compete with "The Officials" but also with the undead; the competition was immense.

Everything pushed Lind to seek better resources.

As for how ordinary NPCs might fare after giving up the Blood Lambs ranch mattered not at all.

Bound by their talents, they could only ever be Great Knights throughout their lives; there was no need for Lind to continue improving them or waste a vast amount of Pharmacist resources.

As NPCs from the "Newbie Village" period, they had fulfilled their roles.

Perhaps later "exams" and "competitions" would replace universal availability, fostering only those with talent; otherwise, everyone would end up as Great Knights and Wizards, potentially evolving into new problems, like talents without the will to work due to their Transcendent status.

Joining the army, they might not even surpass battle-hardened Soldiers in rank.

Moreover, to keep up with the game version, much around Lind had to be discarded, including those significant NPC commanders.

One could hardly expect a group of Level 11 Great Knights to face a Level 100 BOSS.

The Blood Lambs ranch had served its purpose, and new "ranches" would emerge later, only to be phased out after serving their purposes for a while.

So Lind treated this group of blue-skinned girls the same way he treated the Green Skins, merely another new race that had adopted a certain "god" with no fundamental difference.

"You should head to Crimson City."

Lind hoped Melulan would lead the Blood Clan of Crimson City back to the Black Marsh Kingdom: "Develop a new force, and once I’m free here, I’ll come to assist you."

He had already begun to reap the benefits of the Abyss; it would be a waste to give them to the undead, better for him to ride in as the hero.

Let the burden of saving humanity rest on me!

"You can have the Blood Clan send a message to the Scarlet Nun in Raven City"

"I understand."

Melulan dissipated into a black mist and departed.

"As an Old Nobility BOSS, wouldn’t it be quite fitting for me to cultivate a Blood Clan BOSS?" Lind gazed in the direction Melulan had left.

About those blue-skinned Night Fiends, it didn’t matter much.

Those brain-eaten by "god", unlike the erratic undead, were hardly normal.

Better return to the front lines of the Abyss; a flock of undead awaited his harvest there.

...

The invasion of the Abyss had already commenced.

The map progression of the undead was even more exaggerated than imagined.

Perhaps even the Abyss itself hadn’t predicted that, typically only they would burst through a Great Rift into the material plane causing world collapses, yet now someone was carving into their lair.

Neither side could be wiped out, one side perpetually refreshing, the other continually resurrecting.

Then the Abyss witnessed something even more absurd: accustomed only to their depradations, it now found itself being harvested as a resource.

Limited by strength, the undead could not venture too far.

Upon entering through the narrow Great Rift, they could only barely hold a position.

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