The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 479 - 400: I’m Waiting for the Undead, What Are You Waiting For?

Chapter 479: Chapter 400: I’m Waiting for the Undead, What Are You Waiting For?

William’s attacks became increasingly desperate as he could only unleash Flames.

However, the Flames could not tear apart the enemies who were impervious to attack.

The black slime in front of him reeked nauseatingly and tried to twist his thoughts with a force that could pry open his skull.

The sharp shrieks escalated as hordes of Undead died before him, and the entire Throne Hall was filled with billowing ash. The speed of death was so rapid that the bodies of the Undead who could not quickly turn to ash piled up like in a slaughterhouse.

And the ash from those exploded bodies hovered like flies over a swamp, bobbing up and down over the boiling muck.

As the battle continued, traces of corrosion marked the ground, but not a single drop of blood was visible.

The trembling of his soul and nerves gradually stripped the strength from William’s limbs, but fortunately, the incessant waves of Undead gave him a moment to breathe.

The situation was not as simple as he had imagined, and the numerical advantage of the human-wave tactics could hardly be replicated.

Outside, the Abyssal Calamity rapidly resurrected. They surged out of crypts, towers, and other gateways, occupying every corner like a rat plague. Although they had lost to the Undead in a previous suicide attack, for the Undead to break through the defensive lines and reach the Throne Hall again would definitely not be as straightforward as imagined.

The Undead, like water halted by a dam, dispersed and quickly reduced the threat of battle.

In contrast, William was surrounded by the Abyssal Calamity, and the war was more difficult than he had imagined.

At this point, any strategy became meaningless. The invasion and counter-invasion, begun with incessant suicide attacks, could only result in a fight to the death.

William turned his head toward Wen, the "Angel" far more powerful than himself, who once again flew towards the Rock King and was then sliced away by the adversary’s sword.

The invasion of Abyssal Power caused stone spikes to grow from Wen’s wounds, even distorting her features and gradually dragging her into the Abyss.

Battling the Abyss, it was the erosion of the mind that posed a much greater danger than the physical harm.

William roared and scattered the pus droplets in front of him, his body bursting with Flames that forcibly repelled a swarm of elongated, thick tentacles, yet as he tried to advance further, he was entangled again.

The difference in strength was too vast. William couldn’t break through the obstruction of the muck. He failed to play a significant role in this battle and could only watch as Wen, who could not die, continuously marched to her demise.

Suddenly, the ground started shaking violently again—it hadn’t stopped since the two armies initially collided.

This time, the tremors caught William’s attention, and though he was trapped in the mire, cries from the crowd lifted his spirits slightly. The General was coming!

The figure that had been sitting on the throne finally stood up, its enormous arm stretched out and grabbed Wen by a leg, flinging her out of sight with the blast of air.

The Rock King leapt down, the ground thundered, and the earth contorted and deformed, every inch of the terrain transforming into a cannon firing heavy shots toward the sky, guaranteeing a heavy blow with every touch on the ground.

No distinction between friend and foe!

And all this was merely the beginning of the Rock King’s action. It was no weaker than the Lady of the Night, and it was not alone.

The Rock King, clad in Heavy Armor, moved forward, the great sword in one hand buried in the floor, dragging behind as he ran, splitting the ground as though parting water, leaving a crack deep enough to swallow the innocent.

It charged to the front of William.

William, just steadying himself, attempted a sideway block with his sword but instantly decided to launch a forward offensive to force the opponent back. He unleashed a Vertical Slash, his rage burning fiercely enough to scorch the ground black, channeling the most powerful attack he could muster by pushing his willpower to its limits.

Then, an arm with a fist came smashing down, forcibly stopping William’s attack, shattering the sword’s momentum with a punch.

Then the second punch came down. William, fighting through numbness that nearly robbed him of sensation, forcibly pulled his arms to shield his chest with his sword. The punch landed, sweetness surged to his chest, and a terrifying roar erupted from William’s back along with the sound of bones cracking.

As he regained his senses and tried to wipe away the blood spraying out, he realized he couldn’t move at all, and his body had been blown hundreds of meters away, the sword in his hand shattered long ago.

The true Abyssal Lord that descended from the throne was beyond his capacity to resist. The first punch easily dissolved his all-out attack, and the second punch drained all his strength to resist.

His armor was shattered, and his flesh and bones were completely crushed.

William lay embedded in the rock wall, watching the Rock King march forward.

The Undead diverted on the outside could not partake in this war and, with the Rock King’s proactive move, they were likely to lose the advantage they had taken so long to build.

Until a pair of boots appeared, awaited with bated breath.

"General?" William struggled to speak.

Undead were stopped by the Abyssal Calamity; Wen Riven Pass exploded with spiky rocks resembling sea urchins and laid broken on the ground. William’s entire skeleton was shattered.

As a familiar figure appeared enveloped in the same sunset glow, outlined in yellow, a strong impulse surged within William’s chest, as if a steel spike had been driven into his broken spine, giving him the willpower to stand despite the pain.

With each step forward, William, unable to move his gaze finally saw that Lind was holding a broken sword in his left hand, while dragging the leg of an Abyssal Servant’s corpse with his right.

He released his grip, and the servant’s body slumped to the ground.

"I’ve cleared the way," Lind said.

The rumbling sound of a charge came again, and the Undead burst forth uncontrollably like a mountain flood.

The Rock King swung his greatsword, its piercing shriek unleashing a wave of air that instantly cleared the approaching Undead.

No Undead could get close, only a few spells hit him but couldn’t breach his heavy armor.

Nothing seemed to hinder him until he came face to face with Lind.

Lind, with the broken sword reversed, the hilt transforming into a hammer.

Both rushed forward.

As the Rock King swung down his sword, Lind also smashed his makeshift hammer onto the other’s heavy helmet.

Both stood immovable.

But a storm burst from them.

Tugging arms, readjusting the weapon’s angle, they continued to slash!

You just keep slashing, and I’ll keep hammering.

Lind tensed, sensing the shift in his condition; the Monarch’s attacks were severe. If it weren’t for the "Dominant Body" forcibly supporting him, he would’ve been blown away like William.

Flames burned ceaselessly, even as Lind had blessed himself with multiple enhancements, he knew he was still no match for the Abyssal Lord before him.

The Rock King was also astonished; it could feel various powers emanating from the human in front of it. Whenever its sword struck, the chaotic powers would explode from the wounds, coursing through its body.

Flames, curses, Sure Hit, true damage, the power of dual-wielding the sword, and magic.

Yet its attacks being "ineffective" also left the Rock King shocked.

Lind, feigning another attack with a vertical slash, caught the Rock King’s attention and suddenly discarded the broken sword, grasping "Mien’s Soul Blade" with both hands, unleashing the continuously collected "Bloodlust" from the Lion Emblem all at once.

The blade shattered the heavy helmet, and the Rock King remained unscathed, but...

Lind chose to absorb a punch from the opponent directly, finally breaching the defenses, but his Dominant Body could no longer withstand it, draining his energy.

He staggered back, sustaining severe injuries.

"That punch was really harsh," he could hear his own bones cracking.

He had become a "numerical beast," but still couldn’t withstand the Abyssal Lord’s wild assault — even among bosses, there was a great disparity.

As for summoning the Lady of the Night, Lind hadn’t even considered it, due to lack of trust.

As the distance widened, the Rock King watched Lind change his expression; laughter rumbled from beneath its helmet.

"What are you laughing at?" Lind didn’t understand.

The Rock King stood still, not attacking.

Lind grew even more puzzled: "I’m waiting for the Undead; what are you waiting for?"

The surging crowd finally charged from behind him, like a flood with its own consciousness, automatically avoiding Lind and then pouncing on the Rock King.

"It’s armor is broken; hit its weak point!"