The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 478 - 399 The Grand Finale of the Great Rift

Chapter 478: Chapter 399 The Grand Finale of the Great Rift

The Lady of the Night surrendered, and entered into a contract with Lind.

From then on, Lind would become the Pontiff of the Twilight Pool cult, and with the "Lady of the Night’s Dusk Key (Purple)" as the sole token, having this key would allow Lind to summon her at any time and place, and even use it to unlock any lock in the world...in theory, any lock.

Lind preferred to believe that after the Lady of the Night had left, she would simply flee, although it was unclear how she managed to traverse material planes with her level 60 power, after all, neither Crystal Mage nor Wen could do such a thing, but once she fled, she would certainly not return.

Wouldn’t he have wasted a rubbish dump that could have digested the Heart of Calamity and avoid future trouble from the Abyss?

"I don’t understand, I don’t understand," the Lady of the Night thought she had given her all.

"Add one more condition, give me a Crest!"

The Lady of the Night: That’s it?

Lind had obtained many Crests from his anthology, but this was the first time he had personally received a "god’s" blessing, even though this god’s power was quite mediocre.

As the Night Badge merged into his chest, it was quickly surrounded by other powers, forcibly restrained. If the power of the Lady of the Night had greatly surpassed Lind’s, perhaps she could have left something behind, but now she could only watch helplessly as the Crest she offered was severed from contact and then integrated into Lind’s own Crest ecosystem, forming strange branches that made the tree of Crests grow more lush and leafy.

The Crest he obtained was certainly more effective than that of the Undead, this was Lind’s intuitive feeling.

The Lady of the Night’s amenable nature made Lind feel he could raise the price even further.

He, like the Undead, was a genius at opportunistic pricing.

"Add another condition, I need your help to transmute a group of people, to make them into Night Fiends."

"I understand! I understand!" The voice suddenly grew much more cheerful, and Lind had an illusion, as if this was not an Evil God, but rather a happy little dog wagging its tail.

Apparently, helping develop Believers was a good thing for a "god."

Now the Lady of the Night would not only stay put, but even inquired eagerly when Lind would develop the Night Fiends, a punishment she loved so much, begging for more.

"Who sent you here?" Since they could communicate, Lind didn’t waste any time.

And the answer pointed directly... the Night Fiends.

When Lind’s people went to the Twilight Pool, they found it deserted, but the Lady of the Night could issue a command to the Night Fiends to hunt them down.

It was difficult to share messages, and Lind was considering whether to ask an Undead to transform into a Night Fiend and then relay messages through the Undead.

As time flew by,

The progression speed of the Great Rift reached its endpoint.

The finale had arrived.

...

The room in front of him was a Throne Hall, with the soil and stone bricks at his feet arranged in a spiral, finally converging on the heavily armored Rock Helm Giant seated on the throne.

The Abyss’s seductive whispers echoed beside him, the high-pitched howls of Calamity spread among the high towers.

The elaborately carved granite shook with the vibrations from the distant battlefield.

The Servants wore long robes, striking the stone chimes in front of them like monks, chanting fanatically without cease.

The Rock King opened his eyes, and the Wailing from a distant battlefield sounded like a harp’s melody, with fast-paced chords stirring his bloodthirsty heart.

Just being immersed in the lament of screams and death filled his body with strength, and under the rock helm, desires for unleashed violence flowed in his flesh and blood.

"Great..."

Rock Lizards and black slime squattted below.

"How much longer?" The Rock King didn’t want to hear those pointless words.

Each Abyssal Lord had a different style, and the Rock King was the type that craved slaughter.

Clad in Heavy Armor, he surged forward.

Under his command, two lieutenants, one wielding pestilence and the other treachery, yet in this war, they were of no use, for the enemy would always come back to life, and no matter if it was pestilence or cunning, the corrosion of the heart would vanish with the resurrection of those Undead.

In other words, they weren’t very useful.

They seemed to have lured a few people before, but they were killed off without playing a significant role, and the last near success was influencing a deserter, which unfortunately still ended in failure.

The Lords of the surface world seem to be quite formidable.

Footsteps approached from afar, the Undead, who were more like the embodiment of Calamity than the Abyssal Calamity itself, finally arrived here, wrapped in armor and weapons imbued with Curses.

Seeing the towering figure upon the throne, the Undead swarmed in, only to be greeted by a mass of black slime, similar to the slime found on the Iris Flower nobility.

The slime on their bodies burst forth in a dense patter of raindrops, pelting the Undead’s armor and causing those already at a critical juncture of Calamity’s influence to be completely filled with the infection Curse.

One by one, the Undead fell in the attack, the delicate slime proving even sharper than steel needles, turning the continually struck Undead to ash.

Gentle William had already taken the initiative to stand out. At this critical moment, the self-formed teams of Undead could not play a big role. Only if two powerhouses stood upfront resisting could they create a favorable output opportunity for those behind.

Squads of Undead continually marched on, braving a barrage akin to a storm of bullets, all to launch an assault.

Compared to the Lady of the Night, the enemy here seemed weaker.

Wen took on the Rock Lizard, her fighting style always predicated on causing maximum damage at the risk of mutual destruction, but after interacting with Lind for a while, one of Lind’s suggestions truly moved Wen. The occasional mutual destruction had a different effect than constant self-sacrifice.

The real fear wasn’t recklessness, but the calculation against the unaware.

Wen’s figure was agile, dodging the tricky attacks of the Rock Lizard with the grace of a dancer, even slightly higher in level than the lizard itself.

As the lizard’s tail, sharp as a spear, suddenly rose and thrust towards Wen’s head, she chose to withstand it after several dodges. At the same time, her rapier lunged straight for the Rock Lizard’s eyes.

Her head was burst by the lizard’s tail, and simultaneously, the sword blinded one of the Rock Lizard’s eyes.

As her injuries swiftly healed, Wen continued forward under the confused gaze of the Rock Lizard’s remaining eye and pushed the sword deeper into the eye socket, thoroughly penetrating its head.

As the Rock Lizard was pinned to the ground, it drew the attention of the Undead.

"Leave the head to me!"

"Sister Wen, I’m coming to steal the kill, ahem, I mean to help you!"

The Undead rushed in to assist, determined not to lose the kill—what if the little BOSS also dropped a Crest?

Wen, having withdrawn her sword, now looked towards the gigantic silhouette on the throne, its armor the color of rock, as if coated in a layer of twilight, emanating an ancient aura suffused with time.

Facing Wen’s leaping assassination attempt, the figure remained seated, merely rotating the giant sword in one hand as if it were a door panel.

Such a great sword, casually twirling a sword flower as though it were not a massive blade but a mere twig in its hand.

Wen’s sharp edge was easily blocked by the massive sword, and the force feedback was so strong that it sent Wen flying backward, crashing into a palace wall with her back, leaving a dent.

As her injuries rapidly healed, Wen launched another offensive, fully aware of her mission upon entering the Great Rift—to take the head of the Rock King before her!

As the giant sword swept across, Wen dodged instinctively, then flashed in front of the Monarch and thrust her sword upward at an angle.

She felt immense joy, as Lind’s advice was faultless. Even though she didn’t fear death, dodging the enemy’s attacks allowed her to strike back twice more, inflicting greater damage.

The rapier touched the armor, met resistance, and failed to penetrate, getting stuck in the seams of the armor.

Boom—!

The Rock King slammed his fist into Wen’s rapier, shattering it and sending her flying with the forceful shockwave.

After rolling several times on the ground, Wen propped herself up, knowing she was not yet a match for the Rock King, but she had to keep charging forward.

After leaping into the air, the power gathered by her twisting waist allowed Wen, holding the Broken Sword, to spin mid-air.

Death always left a profound imprint, and perhaps no Undead could match Wen, who always experienced death and resurrection at 100%. With meticulous precision, she dodged every attack and landed in front of the Rock King, swinging the Broken Sword in a full arc to slash at the Monarch’s neck.

Moving like flowing water.

And she succeeded in inflicting damage, slicing open the adversary’s throat.

The King, who had always maintained a seated posture on the throne, looked down at Wen. The attack was a success, but the Abyssal Lord’s neck didn’t seem to be a fatal weak spot.