The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 474 - 395 Twilight Pool

Chapter 474: Chapter 395 Twilight Pool

Fuller followed the Night Demon Girls to the Twilight Pool, stumbling along the way. He had to protect these wizards, who were weak and only capable of standing still, chanting spells.

Finally, he arrived at an underground mausoleum with a pool of murky water.

He stood quietly on the stone tiles, watching the Night Demon Girls kneel on the ground, entering the water.

"The language of the departed, the teachings of the deceased."

They prayed and then quietly waited.

Fuller felt anguished, quickly shifting his gaze to the ground. He somewhat regretted his earlier decision—not the regret of having killed his friend nor later actions—but the regret of following them here. Everything looked like a sacrificial ground for a cult.

Perhaps the so-called Lady of the Night, as well as the Night Demon Girls, really were members of a cult, not unlike the Mad Secret Sect wanted by the Rand Kingdom.

The murky water began to bubble as if it were boiling, and a key emerged from it.

It was a golden key. The moment Fuller’s eyes met the key, he felt an intense desire to possess it, believing that if he could get the key, he could unlock any lock in the world, any!

No "thief" could resist such a temptation, yet Fuller felt that for the sake of his distant future, he should be able to endure.

If there were no Lind Armand in this world or if the Expedition Army’s quest fell through, he would no longer be a deserter, and everything could return to normal.

They emerged, holding the key.

"When do we start summoning the Lady of the Night?" Fuller asked.

"When the night falls," they answered, their eyes steadfast with resentment and determination as they looked up.

...

Lind finally entered the Great Rift, believing that with his epic power as a backup, he should delve deeper to personally witness what was in the Abyss.

He was very interested in those curses.

Others grew weaker with more curses, but he grew stronger, wielding multiple health bars to do as he pleased.

Deeper underground in the Great Rift, the advantage previously seized by the Undead had been taken back by the forces of the Abyssal Calamity as time passed.

Tall, sharp towers stood, like great swords thrusting into the sky from the ground.

Lind’s arrival triggered a reaction from the Calamity, and gargoyles made the first move towards him.

The rationale of strength through vulnerability was not only known to the Undead. As the gargoyles lunged at him with roars, Lind calmly retreated into the tower.

He could take them on, but there was no need.

The gargoyles were blocked outside, roaring and trying to grab Lind, their tumultuous breath of death also mingling with searing heat. The ground tiles of the tower’s hall thunderously trembled as if their massive power twisted the tiles into a swirling pattern, dust and debris flying, pelting Lind’s armor with rapid pings and pongs.

It was just powerless rage.

Pure Soul Blades condensed in his grip. He stepped forward, slashing downward!

The gargoyle’s body suddenly exploded, dropping a pile of ore and a dark heart of Abyssal Calamity.

Chains flew out, helping Lind gather these items back.

To the normal eye, this scene was hard to understand. Lind merely chopped the back of the gargoyle’s hand, so why did the gargoyle die outright? It should have lost its hand instead.

The uniqueness of attacking the soul lies here—it’s perhaps easier to understand using the explanation for the Undead.

First, no matter where you hit them, as long as their health bar reaches zero, they must die.

Next, Lind’s attack inflicted True Damage, penetrating the gargoyle’s mountain-thick stone skin and striking directly at the soul.

With Lind’s numerous crests, along with the power of the Old Nobility and the Abyssal Curse, plus the strength of an epic-level Storm Knight, most enemies of the same epic level couldn’t withstand more than a few of his blows.

You all are just minions at the epic level, but I am the boss of the epic level. Though I’m just a boss from the beta version, I’m also numerically monstrous.

"Indeed, a great place to farm materials."

Looking at the materials bursting out from the gargoyle, Lind now just wanted to plunge into the Magic Land, heading to high-level maps to find a few skilled craftsmen to craft new gear.

He couldn’t stand another second in this Newbie Village map; moreover, only higher-level maps could possibly contain formulas for potions beyond epic levels.

Skipping a version ahead meant nothing; surpassing it by a dozen steps was the only way to ensure his safety.

Once again stepping out of the tower, Lind looked towards the mausoleums that stretched before him, the standing towers, and the massive building in the distance.

"We’ve nearly toppled it!"

As time passed, more and more joined the expedition, tens of thousands of fully armed level 30 Undead. The war should be drawing to a close now.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Lind’s gaze suddenly fixed on the tower beneath his feet before looking into the distance.

"Even gargoyles cannot breach it, no, not even I can breach this tower..."

The indestructible terrain must be the ability of the Rock King from within the Great Rift of the Abyss.

He smacked his lips, "It looks like a Greatsword, doesn’t it?"

...

The steps for summoning were somewhat complex, probably related to the Lady of the Night’s fondness for chaos.

The key had to be hidden, then followed the rules to find it.

One two three four five.

One of the five Night Demon Girls hid the key, and Fuller played the role of the seeker.

"Can you explain it more clearly?" Fuller asked.

He had never really paid attention to the game rules, and tying it to a "god" was definitely not a good thing. He was not interested in getting involved.

Whether he was a deserter or not, he was always aware that worshipping an Evil God would do no good.

"I don’t understand, can you get one of you who knows the rules to come out and join in?"

"The more difficult the search steps, the easier it is to get a response from the Lady of the Night," one of the Night Demon Girls said.

"Maybe you won’t miss just me, I really can’t understand," Fuller expressed his frustration and incapability.

The Night Demon Girls had no choice but to try it themselves.

The process seemed simple, just stretching out a finger to point, make a guess, and if wrong, just turn around and let them change places and guess again.

Sometimes being right was futile, as the key gave no response.

They had to keep going until the Lady of the Night responded.

Finally, once again!

At the moment the Night Demon Girl hiding the key was found, her body suddenly began shaking uncontrollably. Her body twisted while Fuller watched; her bones and joints bent in an unnatural posture, the crisp cracking sounds made his scalp tingle.

Her body twisted like a twisted pastry, but eerily, the Night Demon Girl’s face bore a smile, as if she’d heard the most beautiful Holy Song in the world, her soul blessed.

Her skin curled like shrinking leather straps, layer by layer peeling away, coiling, then vividly bursting open!

From the burst flesh erupted plumes of black smoke.

The black smoke billowed out, engulfing the trees surrounding them, occupying every corner of sight.

The tall woman, shrouded in blackness, pulled at the hem of her black skirt, descending with the nightfall.

The Lady of the Night, she came in response to the call.

"I understand, I understand" Her voice, gentle like the night wind, stirred profound emotions.

Fuller felt an intense thrill from deep within his soul pressed into his body, like in his youth when he couldn’t help but stare at the large leather drum under the women’s burlap skirts bent over doing laundry—a primal impulse gradually stripping away his sanity.

He snapped back to reality only when another Night Demon Girl spoke.

He broke into a cold sweat.

"Great Lady of the Night, we have faced a terrible slaughter, humans longing to be entrenched in the mire of war, twisted by greed and desire, committing heinous acts upon us,"

Another Night Demon Girl with tears brimming in her eyes, knelt on the ground, her voice trembling as she spoke.

The Lady of the Night, still in the same tone, repeated, chilling to the bone.

"I understand, I understand."

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