The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 484 - 405: Limb Attaching Worm in the Royal City Dungeon

Chapter 484: Chapter 405: Limb Attaching Worm in the Royal City Dungeon

"What’s wrong?"

Rania sat in front of the mirror and saw through it Lind, who was leaning against the bed, frowning in thought.

She had to admit that she shouldn’t have been drinking. Last night, she just wanted to cuddle with Lind and revisit the sense of security she felt when she first threw herself into his arms. Being companions by agreement, this was reasonable.

Then they talked about the war at the Great Rift. Now, the Undead dressed in Abyssal sets were operating throughout the Rand Kingdom, causing a great deal of panic.

While some of the Undead learned to immediately change their gear after discovering that walking around in those things would decrease their likability, others still chose to do as they pleased.

So Lind and she discussed the issue of creating Abyssal weapons together.

As a former Female Knight, Rania had never dared to touch those powers for fear that she would become a monster unable to control her own body, so when she saw Lind take out the spear, as a Female Knight, she couldn’t help but wipe it down.

It was a difficult task; just polishing the Abyssal Spear had taken the entire night.

The affection and inquiry for weapons between a Female Knight and a General should not be made public. However, just the experience of last night alone made her feel the struggle and hardship of that battle.

Extremely tough.

"I am thinking about some things, and there are other things planned for today," said Lind as he threw back the covers. He was ready to take care of the remaining troubles before heading south.

Rania, who was looking at the red marks on her neck in the mirror, blushed and said, "You should put on some pants!"

"Right away, I need to find them first."

Even with physical contact, being a Soul Companion would not change their relationship much since both parties’ interests were completely aligned.

Lind needed someone to take good care of Newbie Village as a Poster Girl.

As for what happened last night, he could only say it was all the fault of alcohol!

He hadn’t drunk, but Rania did. Even if he initiated it, the alcohol was still to blame.

Being physically strong always has its disadvantages. While Lind searched for his pants, they talked about the bread they ate last night.

"Are you interested in baking bread?" Lind was a bit surprised. He thought that Her Majesty the Queen’s thoughts were all on the development of the country.

It seemed that without the Lady of the Night’s Dusk Key, a lot of locks could still be picked.

"Of course! But how did you get it into the oven? It looks different from last night’s," Rania said, puzzled. As a Queen and former Female Knight, she always kept herself clean, so much of her knowledge was incomplete.

"You have to let it ferment first."

"How do you ferment it?"

"With your hands."

"Are we baking it now? Didn’t you say you had things to do today?"

"It can wait until tomorrow."

...

The Royal City Dungeon was always guarded by soldiers sent by Lind.

Occasionally something would burst out, but most of the time it remained quiet. Lind and Rania’s attitude towards it had always been to temporarily ignore it as long as it didn’t make noise or trouble.

They had too many things to deal with before, but luckily they now had some free time, allowing Lind to take care of it.

[Explore the Dungeon: Something dangerous or mysterious or perhaps nothing at all seems to be hidden within the Royal City Dungeon. Explore and then report back to the Duke.]

[Mission Reward: 1 War Point, 10 points, 100 Gold Coins]

"Is the dungeon map finally open?"

"Is anyone teaming up?"

The Undead who were still in Goliath responded eagerly. As long as a new map was opened, they’d jump in without hesitation, even if there were no rewards.

Those who had followed Lind for a while knew that he liked to set up sequences. Often, something that seemed inconsequential could lead to subsequent story developments, and extra rewards were frequently given.

The most notorious was the Black Island War, which imprudently granted the Undead the right to execute the Black Catfish Prince, essentially offering up a BOSS on a silver platter, just stretching its neck out for the killing - exhilarating beyond words.

So this time, the Undead quickly geared up and rushed into the dungeon for the mission.

They had to be fast, and they had to be thorough!

The profound darkness of the Royal City Dungeon, accentuated by the unknown, was suffocating; the dense dungeon walls muffled sounds, allowing each person to hear their own footsteps and breathing.

The Undead opted to advance in darkness, as torches could very likely attract unwanted enemies.

The intricate maze of the dungeon gradually split the Undead, a necessary strategy, for a group squeezed into the narrow dungeon corridors could hardly capitalize on their strength in the face of real danger.

Still, they could keep in contact with one another.

Suddenly, a muffled groan filled the air - a mix of pain and fear, like the death cry before succumbing.

"I feel like there’s something off about the atmosphere here," The Place of Curling said.

He was part of a temporary team. As a top-ranked player in the game, he often explored solo, but for tasks like this that required cooperative effort, he would team up with other Rangers.

It was all for a better gaming experience.

"Can’t see, and can’t hear either."

Someone crouched down, "Damn, these are human bones, lots of them!"

"Wait, there’s something crawling!"

"Shh—!"

Several people crouched down, holding their breath and staring into the pitch-black area ahead. The noise was getting closer rapidly, as if a large stone was grinding against the ground, echoing like a car careening out of control in a narrow alley.

Clang!

It had arrived!

With their exceptional combat experience, they instantly entered fight mode as soon as they realized the enemy might be upon them.

"Illumination Spell!"

A white brilliance lit up the area, revealing a giant centipede filling the dungeon corridor, with a shape very much like its real-world counterpart.

Its shell was grey, its body flat, and it had many legs which enabled its swift movement.

Anyone with a fear of bugs would probably lose their ability to fight upon seeing such a lifelike centipede.

[Limb-Connecting Magic Centipede, lv28]

[Life Points: 3300/3500]

The Wizard quickly conjured a barrier in front and tossed out Alchemical Tools.

The Warrior pressed forward with his shield.

Even without much previous collaboration, the extensive combat experience over the years had equipped them with a multitude of tactics for impromptu teamwork.

The centipede sprang upwards in a hopping motion, its many legs striking like spears down at the Undead.

"It’s shell is so hard!"

"Barely breaking through its defense, but it’s too fast!"

"Can someone help control it?"

Upon first contact, the Undead immediately felt a headache coming on - the enemy was fast and erratic in its hopping movements. Even what seemed like an average amount of Life Points became troublesome due to its formidable defensive power.

What in the world had spawned this thing?!

"My turn!" The Place of Curling stylishly advanced. He performed a Cheng Long wall run, leaping onto the head of the Limb-Connecting Magic Centipede. His weapon swiftly switched from a dagger to a greatsword, and he spun, transforming the greatsword into a Wheel as he cleaved down from above, striking hard upon the centipede’s head.

The centipede immediately wobbled and collapsed to the ground.

"Seriously, you can do a Cheng Long on that thing?"