The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 524 - 425 Planting Mushrooms

Chapter 524: Chapter 425 Planting Mushrooms

Black Blood’s ears were filled with all kinds of chaotic sounds, and from the start of the skirmish, he had noticed something off about this canyon’s human army.

The equipment was exquisite but not truly superior, boasting only an attractive appearance.

There were numerous soldiers, thousands, but the shadows that kept leaping out from the narrow and fragile canyon soon exceeded thousands. Perhaps ten thousand? He had to keep revising his estimates.

But when the humans before him suddenly transformed, donning Abyssal Curse armor and lunging forward, Black Blood couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

The power of the Abyss was notoriously foul, but the title of "Abyss" made people’s skin crawl.

Black Blood had clashed with those terrible creatures before, and an Abyssal powerhouse capable of bestowing such a degree of Abyssal Curse upon a human body, as seen in front of him, must definitely surpass the 5th level. Only a true Abyssal Calamity could create such horrific gear.

Like the piece Black Blood wore, which allowed him to remain strong and yet unaffected by the Abyss, if he were to wear the suit the human before him had, Black Blood suspected he would completely turn into an Abyssal Calamity in less than a month.

The figures rushing crazily under the moonlight were like the spearhead troops of an Abyssal invasion on the surface, no, they were the heralds opening the way to the Grim Reaper Zaza Cemetery!

Death was imminent!

This human camp was even more dangerous than he had imagined; Black Blood even felt the presence of one strong individual concealed in the gloomy corners, their power not far below his own.

Black Blood watched as his Beastman subordinates were surrounded and torn apart by the roaring Abyss Soldiers.

The moonlight continued to pour down serenely.

Scorpion Fleas curled up in the sand, shivering relentlessly.

Silence and madness were performed on the cold Desert of the Wilderness Ruins without disturbing each other.

Blood splashed onto the thirsty sand below and was rapidly swallowed.

Life was ticking down to its final countdown, and all that reflected in Black Blood’s eyes was the silhouette of the canyon, like a cave of demons.

...

The battle between the Undead and Black Blood stalled, with neither overwhelming strength nor numbers to secure a decisive victory, they began to be swept away. And when Black Blood prepared to flee, he believed no one could stop him.

Sadly, besides Black Blood, his Beastman subordinates were either dead or captured.

He saw one or two Undead suddenly abandon their attack, exuberantly seizing his subordinates and running back.

Some even bickered heatedly over the capture of Beastman prisoners.

They looked like a pack of naive cubs, devoid of any combat discipline. But to consider them naive would be a costly mistake, as evidenced by the horrendous number of deaths.

Gone, just like that, the temporary hired hands he had found through money, connections, and promises of benefits—all killed by a group of "prey."

Some of the Beastman were low-skilled workers from nearby villages and towns; upon witnessing an attack more ferocious and terrifying than the Abyss, they simply screamed and wailed, dropping their weapons and fleeing.

Who was the prey now!

Defeated, continuing to fight on would only lead to a dead end.

Black Blood was terrified when he stopped killing to seek an escape, and the canyon, which had been ceaselessly spewing out Abyss Soldiers, also fell silent.

A few individuals made a lasting impression, for not many could leave a mark on him.

"The Undead?"

Such a discovery was enough to shock the entire Wilderness Ruins all the way to the Beast’s Nest, a group of soldiers who could die and come back to life!

Their human identity was no longer a weakness. With such an army, no weaknesses remained.

Black Blood planned to escape; this information was critical. If this group ultimately gravitated toward the Corrupt King, those humans who had fled might just find new support.

But the next battle infuriated Black Blood. When he tried to flee, the Undead would fiercely pounce, even willing to use their bodies to forcibly halt him; yet when he eased his assault, they changed their pace.

Yanked back and forth, his steps to escape were pulled in multiple directions.

Black Blood, using his own explosive strength, broke free from the deathly whirlwinds formed by the Undead’s fearless fighting style.

They clung onto him, demanding multiple counterattacks for him to break free, but thankfully his body was sturdy, and it held up.

When Black Blood turned around and saw that figure, his expression slightly stiffened.

Standing in his escape path was a female human, her body enshrouded in a black robe. In Beastman aesthetics, she was also very beautiful.

It seemed that different races shared a common perception of "human" beauty.

Behind her head was a disc emitting a dim glow, its ancient aura of mystical power made Black Blood feel as though he was gazing directly at the essence of magic, his eyes capturing the terrifying power emanating from it.

The shadows of the canyon on either side appeared as two invisible walls of shadow, blocking Black Blood’s paths to the left and right, leaving only the path directly ahead, guarded by the "lone woman."

The corpses sprawled behind and around served as gristly testimony to the fierce battle that had yet to end, and the absence of human corpses among the Beastman bodies added to the gruesomeness.

The moonlight elongated the shadows under the woman’s feet. She reached behind her head, and the disc transformed into a Longsword.

With a gentle swing, the sand particles beneath seemed to heed a call, beginning to quake violently.

Like wheat bouncing on a table, the quantity grew, and soon, the entire area was trembling.

"Damn it, run!"

"Mushrooming!"

"Run, run, run!"

The Undead reacted swiftly, howling as they fled.

A mushroom cloud surged through the desert’s encasement, thriving and quickly surpassing the canyon.

Lind stood atop the slender canyon, his cloak rustling loudly in the Gale brought by the sudden appearance of the magical mushroom cloud.

"Has Tione’s power grown stronger? Or has she been concealing her true strength?"

Unleashing the power of a third-level explosion, just like a little girl planting mushrooms.

Only William, who was by Lind’s side, went from eager to try to being silent.

He really hadn’t seen Tione in action before and had no idea that he was the weakest in the entire Expedition Army!

Boom!

Another mushroom cloud rose in place.

Boom!

And another!

Boom—

Boom boom boom—!!

When Black Blood opened his eyes again, he found himself trapped in a room, the glaring white light spilling onto his face.

Barely adjusting to the brightness, he saw sitting before him a group of The Undead.

"Next, we ask, you answer!"

Black Blood tried to resist, but the black-clad woman wielding a Longsword made him choose to keep calm. He was capable of unleashing powerful strength, but that didn’t mean his body could withstand a third-level attack. The woman in front of him might not be able to burst with greater power, but no one could withstand her constantly bombarding them with third-level Magic.

The absence of that powerful being also made Black Blood apprehensive, this human army was more terrifying than he had imagined. It was better to cooperate temporarily, as long as he could find an opportunity, he would definitely be able to escape.

The Undead slammed the table: "Speak, how much wealth do you still have, do you carry any secret messages? If you don’t talk, you’ll be castrated!"

"Yes, first we’ll skin your sack, and then let a Beastwoman pole dance in front of you until your dick bleeds to death!"

It definitely wasn’t because The Undead couldn’t take off their white underwear that they became psychopaths, nor were they curious about the difference between a Beastman’s whip and a beast’s whip; rather, they found this threat most reliable.

Those damn Scorpion Flea traders, who withstood whipping and being force-fed hot pepper water under severe measures, all ultimately fell at the mention of "castration."

"Damn, my wife just lost her fondness for me!"

"Mine too!"

The Undead quickly looked towards Tione, who was expressionless. Oh no, affection was hard to earn back.

We’re just bluffing; how could we really do something so sleazy and disgusting?

Only Black Blood felt that this group of The Undead might have something wrong with their brains, but it didn’t prevent him from feeling a chilling sensation between his legs—he didn’t want to earn the Title of "The Castrated."

But the "wealth" mentioned by the humans gave Black Blood a new idea.

"I do have a considerable amount of wealth; if you let me go."

"Slap—" The Undead slammed their hand onto the table, leaning forward.

It was then that Black Blood noticed how incredibly ugly the other party was, far uglier than a Beastman, with green hair and Troll-like cheeks that made him want to vomit.

"Hey, do you know how upright I am? Trying to bribe me with money?" He continued to lean in, "How much do you have?"

"I don’t have many beast teeth on me, but if you let me go, I can lead you to Lionheart Fort, where the Lionheart King can grant you as much as you want."

"Lee, what do you think?" The green-haired Undead turned and asked.

Lee was hailing loudly about their strategic choices: "Guys, I think this is a plot branch. If we choose to let Black Blood run away, we could definitely unlock the storyline of Lionheart Fort, and we might even be able to open a new Main City. However, there’s also the possibility of being deceived, but if we choose not to let him escape, we certainly can squeeze other useful information out of him."

Black Blood watched The Undead discussing loudly and felt that something was off.

No, it’s The Undead’s trick; they are trying to threaten me with this tactic. It seems that the information I’ve spat out isn’t enough.

"I know where other humans are." Black Blood gritted his teeth, as long as he could escape, nothing else was important.

After all, the news of the Corrupt King harboring those humans would certainly get out; it would be better to use it to facilitate his escape.

"Don’t change the subject!" The Undead smacked the table, pointing at Black Blood’s nose, "We’re talking about important matters!"

"Don’t you want to know where the other humans are?" Black Blood couldn’t believe it.

"What do we need to know about them for?" The Undead retorted.

"It’s just that..."

Black Blood opened his mouth, yeah, why would this group, who can’t die, go looking for a bunch of humans that can die?

What value do I have left?

Black Blood plunged into self-doubt.

To think, a fourth-level mighty being without value!

"What’s wrong with him?"

"He seems to have gone emo." The green-haired Undead scratched their head, "Folks, I’m interrogating a prisoner here. Having a Beastman perform window-cleaning dance is kind of spoiling the mood, right? And thanks to ’Rainy Night Envoys’ for the donation, I’ll start dancing right away! Come on, clean the windows—clean the windows—"

Lind was checking the statements provided by the Beastmen who had been interrogated separately.

Some Beastmen had marked their residences, which would become areas Lind would bypass or actively attack.

Other Beastmen had written out how they had obtained their Titles, although ordinary, like "The Hungry," "The Sweet-toothed," "The Crybaby," etc., they came with significant downsides; "The Hungry" would often feel hungry, "The Sweet-toothed" could still eat despite being full.

But having a Title signified that they at least had the strength of one ring.

In other words, they were all Elite Monsters.

Many Titles had stable ways of being acquired, which expanded Lind’s subsequent action plans.

Before finding the direction to Sky Star Magic School, it was entirely possible to grind some Titles for The Undead, to enhance their power, especially Lind himself; he needed to grasp the power that came with Titles.

For example, "Old Nobility" was it a reflection of lineage, or the representation of a Title, or some other rule? He was interested in all of them.

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