The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 513 - 416: Base Car, Deploy!_3

Chapter 513: Chapter 416: Base Car, Deploy!_3

"What is that?" someone observed a giant dark shadow circling overhead in the sky, roughly the size of the Flying Dragon Alex.

But it looked even more fierce than the Flying Dragon.

"Sly Soul Pecking Bird? It doesn’t seem to be high level."

Not high?

Lind immediately noticed something was off; the aura emanating from the creature was abnormal.

A burst of Flowing Fire came flying, and William, who had been on alert, sprung into action, toes barely touching the ground before leaping into the air with his sword slashing diagonally upwards, shattering the Flowing Fire into a sky of fire rain upon contact.

A splendid rain of red, looking up into the sky, one’s sight was dominated by the crimson rain.

The Undead immediately raised their shields or used barrier magic to block.

"F*ck, that’s some heavy damage!" Some of the Undead gritted their teeth and held firm, but the hastily summoned shields became pocked and pitted under the onslaught of the flames.

Luckily, shields were always expendable items for the Undead; they habitually equipped several.

Indeed, the damage was very high.

Lind raised his hand, feeling the flames falling on his palm—the power was at least at the level of 1-ring!

The Great Knights under him, if of limited talent, actually couldn’t reach 1-ring.

Among the Senior Grand Knights, those who could reach 2-rings were also in the extreme minority.

Currently, in terms of mana and combat power within the land realm, Flying Dragon Alex had 3-rings; William could barely be counted as 3-rings, but he was definitely no match for Alex.

The Crimson Knight could also barely be considered 3-rings.

Wen Riven could just barely burst out with 4-ring strength; stressing the barely. The Crystal Mage and he were of the same mindset; he was from the academic faction.

The strongest in the entire land had to be Lind; if he were in the middle of lava, clad in moonlight, with a sword in each hand, simultaneously using Dark Flame, with various amplifications and so on, he should be able to burst out with 5-ring power. However, setting up a similar combat environment was difficult—if it were within the Rand Kingdom’s territory, it would be okay; he would have the home ground advantage.

Watching William, brought down by the Flowing Fire, withstand and shatter it, the power of Flowing Fire was definitely at 2-rings.

Aerial combat didn’t suit William.

The "Chosen of the Version" from Newbie Village Continent, to think when they first stepped onto the real big stage, they were so vulnerable.

Lind once again felt relieved that he hadn’t brought the ordinary NPCs and the Rand Legion over, or else just a strange bird passing by in the sky could have wiped them all out.

With the collapse of the Ring of Magic, it wasn’t possible that only the continent where ordinary humans lived would change; the more powerful worlds must be full of crises.

The Soul Pecking Bird in the sky dove down, its wings ablaze with roaring flames, like a flying miniature volcano colliding towards them.

The wind pressure kicked up sand from the desert floor, greatly obscuring the view.

Even the sand underfoot began to shake crazily; they were like a flat boat in the middle of a storm, unsteady on their feet.

A Wizard Undead lost balance and was thrown by the wind, turning the scene into even more chaos.

Lind immediately said, "Prepare defenses, protect the Subterranean Tunnel Worm!"

It was quite clear that the target was the Subterranean Tunnel Worm; it seemed that the worm remaining hidden underground was necessary.

However, Lind still hadn’t changed his idea of "personal use of public resources"; he needed the Subterranean Tunnel Worm that could freely traverse worlds.

The chaotic Undead immediately snapped to attention upon hearing Lind’s command.

A surprise task, the task has come!

So, what’s the reward for this task?

Well, there’s no reward.

It’s probably because this is a scenario that must be experienced.

Streaks of light twinkled, the Undead stepped forward to block the path of the Soul Pecking Bird, and a messy barrage of magic and various long-range items were hurled in frenzy, breaking the wings of the Soul Pecking Bird with multicolored lights.

Its bulky body fell to the distant desert, causing the ground to tremble.

"Attack now! Its position is compromised!" The thing the Undead were best at was kicking someone when they are down.

Lind always felt something was off, but then he thought about his side having 3,000 of the most elite undead, and figured quantity alone could overwhelm it.

The undead charged and besieged the creature, vividly depicting a war between ants and an elephant.

The Soul Pecking Bird struggled for a while, flipping the undead, then flew back into the sky once more.

"Don’t chase!"

Being strangers to this land, they weren’t even sure which region they were in at the moment.

It is well known one shouldn’t chase an enemy to their limits.

However, the undead turned out to be more obedient than Lind had anticipated; even the big-shot who always believed Lind was an "NPC destined for elimination" chose to comply.

It was clearly a plot-critical boss; if it wasn’t let go now, how would the storyline develop later? The undead cared greatly about the experience of the performance, after all.

Of course, there was another, more crucial reason.

"Did you really think we didn’t notice? That Soul Pecking Bird only has a total of 8,000 health; we’ve been attacking for so long and haven’t even broken through its defenses."

"A boss with health lock. No point in wasting time on it; let’s move on with the plot."

William returned as well, his sword slightly bent and twisted.

"My lord," William approached Lind, still looking normal.

"How’s it going?" Lind asked, glancing at Tione, who had remained silent since earlier.

"That thing was feigning injury, trying to lure us over."

"Yeah, not bad acting."

The undead could only see that the "BOSS activated health lock," but what Lind and William saw was that the adversary was unharmed. Besides, a limp didn’t necessarily mean it lacked combat ability.

"It ran off to the west?"

"It will definitely come back."

They could never have imagined having a target on their backs upon arriving in Magic Land.

Lind looked toward the west as the sun was about to set.

He didn’t know what would happen after dark, but moving the Subterranean Tunnel Worm was impossible. The worm was like it was in a deep sleep, which greatly accelerated his transformation process; moving it carelessly could have an impact.

Transforming the Subterranean Tunnel Worm was a bit difficult, and even though it didn’t resist much, the power of Lind’s "High-rank Soul-lost Knight" chains seemed inadequate; it would likely take some time.

But this was a necessary waste of time. Once the Tunnel Worm was dealt with, he’d have a "private train," and ferrying over a constant stream of undead wouldn’t be an issue.

The undead were his true reserve force.

Lind took a deep breath and shouted, "Undead, establish a camp right here!"

The commanded undead immediately began bustling around. Building a house couldn’t be simpler.

Nearly everyone carried a compact Space Barrel, capable of rapid expansion.

Thanks to the ’Dragon Skin Armorer’ Bard’s mechanical design ingenuity, at Lind’s behest, his research might not have made progress in terms of defense or offense, but he excelled at complicating simple mechanisms.

3,000 undead each took out their Space Barrels, extracted the parts, and connected them from end to end.

Base Car, deploy!

A small encampment quickly arose from the ground, not only providing housing for rest but also a simple wall for patrolling.

There were additional areas for rest, trade, and more, with a spot for the commander to give orders from the highest point in critical times.

"No matter how many times I see it, it’s just..." William couldn’t help but sigh as he watched the camp unfold and successfully construct itself in the blink of an eye.

"It just doesn’t feel like magic," Lind finished for him.

The people of Magic World might not find it magical, but the undead from Earth thought it was incredibly magical.

As long as it’s useful, that was all that mattered to Lind. Ever since he learned he had no talent for magic, he’d given it up entirely; it simply wasn’t important.

William nodded, indicating that’s exactly what he meant.

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