The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 475 - 396 Invasion of the Lady of the Night

Chapter 475: Chapter 396 Invasion of the Lady of the Night

Lind became deeply interested in the tower amidst the Abyss.

The thing was big enough and seemed very sturdy; if used to crush someone, the force would definitely be extraordinary. The only problem was that it wasn’t convenient to take away.

It had taken root in the underground world, merging with the earth itself.

The interest Lind showed toward the Rock King here was immense. It wasn’t a time for the Abyss to invade the surface world but for the surface’s Expedition Army to take an interest in the tender lambs of the Great Rift, with the Abyssal Great Rift symbolizing materials, resources, and all sorts of valuable things.

To be cautious, it might be better to wait a bit longer. Lind’s resources had piled up to a terrifying level, even to him. If he couldn’t digest them quickly, it was highly likely that the warehouse storing the Heart of Calamity would transform into a super-large Calamity Shadow region, spawning countless calamities.

First, supply the Undead who could be squeezed for profits, to cultivate their sense of crisis and sound the horn for a general assault. In any case, he would definitely make the Undead consume wildly. After that, cultivate some talented NPCs, though they might not have a chance to embark on more distant journeys, they could still play a significant role in Newbie Village.

A stable output of talent was necessary. If a genius emerged from thousands of people, that would be enough.

...

The Gate of Mephisto had now established a small-scale trading marketplace.

A large number of Undead and logistic Soldiers gathered here, exchanging goods they might need. Where there was a demand, a market would emerge; when the Undead’s caravans went to trade in the Main Cities, NPCs also naturally gathered.

A small portion were citizens of the Rand Kingdom, wishing to make a small business to supplement their household income. Though the frontlines sounded dangerous, profit coexisted with risk.

The increasingly affluent Undead could easily buy and sell things to support an ordinary person comfortably for a while.

Most were other wandering tribes who wanted to trade, desperate for trade on one hand, and on the other, they didn’t want to join the Rand Kingdom and lose their "Noble privileges."

As Crimson City relocated entirely, those previously unsettled parties slowly drifted here.

As for these people, Lind adopted an attitude of turning a blind eye as long as they didn’t stir up trouble. They could pretend to be invisible in order to consume and be granted immunity from death, but if they dared to cause trouble, they would settle new scores along with old ones.

At first, they hid their identities, but once they found out the Expedition Army wouldn’t take action if they didn’t reveal themselves, they relaxed and simply donned black cloaks.

The "Abyssal Set," which circulated very well among the Undead, was shunned here to the extent that nobody asked about it. Whether it was Mutants of a new race or ordinary Rand People, they all kept their distance from the Abyssal Curse.

To gain that power, one would have to keep drinking life-restoration potions and constantly take resistance drugs, which sounded both evil and terrifying. Even the naturally fierce Green Skins steered clear of it.

Thus, a very strange scene emerged at the outpost of the Gate of Mephisto.

Fully armed Dragonized Soldiers swaggered by, while groups of Iris Flowers, oozing with pus-filled tumors, made people avoid them at all costs.

On the other hand, Mutants and NPCs who didn’t want to swear fealty to the Rand Kingdom kept a low profile and acted stealthily, looking the most human but scared of everyone they met.

As the sun set in the west, a wisp of black smoke quietly emerged.

The patrolling outpost Soldiers suddenly sniffed the air, their faces changed dramatically, but before they could warn the others, the dense smoke infiltrated their eyes, noses, and mouths.

Their bodies trembled ceaselessly as if their souls were being syphoned out, falling to the ground face up.

Thud—

The body hit the ground.

The black smoke continued to spread silently.

A caravan from the east had just completed their trade, planning to take two months to return home. Since the end of Goliath’s siege, the output of items from Black Hoof Village’s small market had dwindled.

They understood that to get good items, they must follow the footsteps of the Expedition Army, or more precisely, chase after Lind.

Luckily, they had purchased quite a few good items here.

They could buy from the itinerant Undead caravans, but those guys were shameless, all geniuses at hiking prices. If you paid too eagerly, they would jack up prices on the spot. And if you thought about knocking down an Undead... well, now nobody could really beat the Undead.

So, they had to tread this commercial path themselves.

The cloak was lifted by the cold night wind, allowing the dense smoke to quietly slip into the nostrils and mouth of the person at the forefront.

He suddenly looked up to the sky, as if spewing the flames of his soul from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

"There’s a problem!"

Someone shouted, and the others quickly retreated to keep their distance.

But when they drew their weapons and looked around, they couldn’t catch a trace of the enemy!

Their weapons rustled as they swung them, and the wizards started to chant incantations in panic, launching fireballs from their palms that exploded in the night, sending sparks flying, but they hit nothing.

The black smoke continued to spread, and the man who had been frenziedly slashing at the air just a second ago began to convulse the next, falling backward as his soul was siphoned away.

Thud, thud, thud...

Bodies fell to the ground, leaving the last two people in a state of panic as if a giant net woven by the night were rapidly closing in, their thoughts muddled by fear.

"Who is it!"

They could only shout helplessly, but the thing in the darkness had no intention of answering, with not even the sound of the wind or footsteps to be heard.

"It’s the smoke!" someone called out from a distance, it seemed the death of the patrolling soldiers had attracted attention.

The colorless, odorless smoke, enveloped in the pitch-black night, was impossible to guard against.

Then an old voice came through, the ground shook, and the sky burst into dazzling white light.

"It’s the Crystal Mage!"

There was a powerful Crystal Mage at the outpost station who had once held off the Duke’s flying dragons and was currently the strongest force defending the Gate of Mephisto.

The illumination spell was a reminder, and then more and more people began to react; wizards released illumination spells, while Great Knights lit torches.

But the darkness remained ahead.

Had the sky become so overcast? Looking up, one could still seem to see moonlight.

"Fall back!" The Crystal Mage’s old voice came again.

The black smoke surged forward like a raging tide towards those rushing in, and they struggled before falling one by one.

The Crystal Mage created a barrier, and those hiding behind it witnessed the terrifying nature of the black smoke, like relentless, ever-rising waves that crashed violently against the barrier.

The barrier that could resist alchemical bombs and numerous powerful attacks was rapidly eroding, becoming thinner and thinner.

The black smoke was like the searing flames that ignited the ground, the steam rising from the scorched earth, enveloping everything within sight on the ground and ahead.

In the face of this invisible and terrifying enemy, could the Gate of Mephisto be breached in an unexpected way?

"Mentor," Mico said, clutching the magic wand while gliding over to the Crystal Mage.

"I have called him back."

The enemy might be strong, but in her heart, there was an image of one who had never been defeated.

Mico held the magic wand with both hands towards the sky, and the next moment, a blinding light shot up into the sky, blooming there with a harsh brilliance, for a moment, it was like daylight.

Quick, come back!

She thought to herself, her voice conveyed by the firework that lit up the night sky, a signal sent forth.

It would surely reach!

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