The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 525 - 426 The Shadow of the Mechanical God Cult

Chapter 525: Chapter 426 The Shadow of the Mechanical God Cult

"Sir, he confessed! He spilled it all!"

"That thick?"

Lind looked at the confession that had been brought in, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, because Bai Si did window cleaning stunts, rode a bicycle, and visually polluted the Black Blood, so Black Blood confessed everything."

Lind: ...

Really, I don’t believe it.

He was more inclined to believe that Black Blood had an ulterior motive.

After reviewing Black Blood’s confession, it confirmed his suspicion that Black Blood kept mentioning the "Lionheart King" and the "Corrupt King," seemingly trying to steer the Undead towards one of them.

To the "Kings," Lind also had some understanding. They were rumored to be top fighters who served the Beastmaster, with strength at 6 rings and specific levels surpassing level 60, reaching the standard of 61-70.

However, for this level, even Sky Star Magic School seemed to lack detailed distinctions. Legend was already considered the level of Mentor, and what to call beyond legend was undefined.

The Beast King’s strength was a notch stronger than the strongest he had ever met, the Lady of the Night, who was only level 60, barely strong enough for 5 rings.

He couldn’t help but sigh again; the three continents truly were like Newbie Village. A deity capable of changing races at will became a nobody once they switched maps.

"Corrupt King or Lionheart King, which one to side with?"

"Corrupt King has sheltered a bunch of human fugitives, which has nothing to do with us; we’re not locals. But initiating contact could probably get us a detailed map. However, Lionheart King seems more reliable."

Lionheart King’s policy style was survival of the fittest, very suitable for the development of Undead.

In contrast, Corrupt King isolated his kingdom, just minding his own business, seemingly unreliable, with no potential for development. Besides, Beastmen showing favor towards humans definitely had an agenda.

He preferred straightforward battles, not fond of playing tricks and schemes.

As for Beastmen liking to eat humans, Lind couldn’t care less; it wasn’t the first time the Undead were used as ingredients.

"Why should I choose to side with anyone?"

He didn’t need to make a name for himself in the Wilderness Ruins. The correct play was to make a quick profit and leave. With Undead around him, the main strategy was definitely based on "going with the flow."

When Black Blood found out that the unseen human General actually favored the Lionheart King, he was completely baffled.

Wasn’t there a normal person in the whole Undying Legion? It was obvious that Corrupt King was the one fitting for human development.

Or was the other party outsmarted by his own cleverness?

What was even more incomprehensible to Black Blood was that he was truly set free!

"Why let him go?"

"Even if he’s a BOSS, killing him won’t give us experience; we’re all at max level already. Better to let him go and unlock subsequent plots."

"Actually, I suspect the options Black Blood gave us are flawed. Not sure which is more reliable, so let’s just see which way he runs."

"Smart!"

"Of course, even if we can’t beat them, we still have Brother De, and Miss Tione’s mushroom cultivation technique is also awesome. Can’t we just make a run for it?"

"But have you considered one thing? All of this is based on the premise that we don’t have fixed territory. The problem is we’re about to receive the ’Sand Pit Ranch’ reward, which will definitely give us fixed territory."

"Hiss, is there still time to act now?"

...

"Sir, why did you let him go?" William took the initiative to ask Lind.

In his view, Black Blood was a very formidable enemy. After a life-and-death fight, the opponent wouldn’t just let things slide.

What awaited them was an unending onslaught.

Although Lind mentioned that he left the choice entirely up to the Undead, whether to kill or release, William thought that Lind’s words implied he had tacitly agreed to release Black Blood.

A powerful being who could easily stir trouble in Rand Kingdom was let go just like that; it would undoubtedly lead to endless trouble later on.

Lind asked, "What do you think about our power in Magic Land?"

William thought for a moment and replied, "If what Black Blood and his kind say is true, we should be a rather powerful team."

He phrased it somewhat diplomatically.

Without the trait of Immortality, they would rank among the lowest, but with Immortality and the Undead’s relentless spirit, they were barely able to jump a level.

Overall, they were still just powerful... underlings.

If really as Black Blood said, with only mid-level strength, the Undead’s suicide attacks wouldn’t be very effective.

"In the Wilderness Ruins, it’s survival of the fittest. Ordinary humans or Beastmen are the lowest tier, but with military achievements, it’s completely different."

"Do you mean that we can take this opportunity to make a name for ourselves?"

The Expedition Army, of course, couldn’t act covertly!

They had to be high-profile.

They represented the Rand Kingdom and humanity. Their small step was a giant leap for the humans of the three continents.

Lind glanced at William, thinking that William was stubborn-minded but not quite suited for distributing quests as an NPC.

"What if the forces that hold a grudge against Black Blood learn about us?"

The enemy of an enemy is a friend.

An army with decent strength could mix well anywhere.

It also facilitated Lind’s access to the "Main City" of the Beastmen, to contact higher-level Beastmen.

Even Black Blood had never heard of Sky Star Magic School, suggesting that either the location of the school was extremely remote or that it was too far away. It was necessary to access a larger network of information, huddling in a corner of the desert definitely wouldn’t do.

Moreover, more enemies could give the Undead something to do.

Without any subjects or responsibilities, Lind was just a nomad with no fixed abode and no attachments.

What did he have to be afraid of!

If he could fight, he would fight; if he couldn’t, he would retreat and then continue fighting. Besides, holing up in this godforsaken place wouldn’t allow for any development.

He had three health bars, what was there to fear!

Upon hearing this, William also felt that it was just one life. If Lord Lind wasn’t afraid, then there was no need for him to be either.

At present, Lind had another matter to attend to: it was time to fulfill the "reward" he had promised the Undead.

Sand Pit Ranch.

Located in a corner of the Desert of the Wilderness Ruins, according to travelers in the desert, if you lost your way and didn’t know where to go, you would encounter a Sand Pit Ranch.

The power of magic and prayers made the Sand Pit Ranch appear before every lost traveler, becoming a hope for survival.

However, some have pointed out that this has nothing to do with magic, because Sand Pit Ranches are always built in uninhabited areas with harsh environments, which are particularly well-suited for breeding Scorpion Fleas.

When travelers got lost, it wasn’t so much finding hope, it was entering the perimeter of the ranch.

The iron-gray sky, with stars scattered above, was soon covered by dark clouds, and the murky sand and dust swirled around like rain.

A cold current swept across from the other side of the desert, ravaging the Sand Pit Ranch.

The Beastman Bisite of the Sand Pit Ranch.

His full name was: ’Drunkard’ Bisite Iron Gall Beast Tamer.

Bisite, who drank until he was dizzy and slurred his speech daily, was clad in an ornate set of fully-enclosed armor, his profession as a Beast Tamer allowing him to hold a good management job within Sand Pit Ranch, bringing the Scorpion Fleas under better control.

But today’s atmosphere was a bit off, Bisite looked up at the sky, mumbling drunkenly to himself, filled with words and complaints that even he didn’t understand.

Suddenly, with a "clang," something struck Bisite’s back, the full armor shielding him from a sword blow.

Bisite, sluggish due to alcohol, turned around only to see a ferocious dragon’s head, its bloodshot dragon eyes staring intensely at him.

"Damn, he’s got some good gear!"

"Be careful, don’t damage the gear!"

Attackers!

Bisite suddenly became sober, but then he was puzzled; what was there to rob in Sand Pit Ranch?

Sure, Scorpion Fleas were decent mounts, but they weren’t expensive. There was no need to steal them.

Was it for money? Quite possible, but with the strength to rob Sand Pit Ranch, wouldn’t they earn more by robbing others?

Bisite burped, and his armor suddenly transformed.

"Shit, his armor transforms!"

"Ha!" Bisite leaped into the air.

A Fireball knocked Bisite down.

Bisite was covered by a dozen Fireballs.

Bisite turned to char.

"Damn! We agreed on an assassination!"

"Man, that armor of his looks so cool."

"Do you guys get the feeling his armor looks a bit familiar?"

"Just get a set and we’ll know!"

people thunderously "infiltrated" Sand Pit Ranch.

A grand infiltration ended with all witnesses either dead or unconscious, and no one detected.

"Truly worthy of a reward level, taking it down was effortless."

"Holy shit, my armor can open up at the chest to scratch an itch, haha!"

The Undead, like bandits, sat in small groups, divvying up the spoils. The limited loot couldn’t satisfy their appetite; even the number of Scorpion Fleas couldn’t meet each of their needs.

But every Undead’s face was filled with anticipation.

Since the area was now taken, the game system would surely provide a reasonable solution next.

Lind stated that he had no solutions but was relieved that some Beastmen were still alive to keep the Scorpion Flea ranch running.

The Beastmen huddled in fear, and though they hadn’t expected the horrific intruders from the night before to be humans, it didn’t stop them from crouching obediently now.

Were humans really this savage?

"How long does it take for the breeding and hatching of Scorpion Fleas to mature?" Lind asked.

"Sir, we only have two Beast Tamers left."

"Then train more," Lind said, turning to look at the Undead. Regrettably, one must believe in the Beastmaster to gain the power of that title.

This Beastmaster was different from the former residents, alive and possibly at the peak of its power.

Lind’s gaze shifted to the armor the Undead were showing off. If he wasn’t mistaken, it seemed similar to the mechanical tricks of the ’Dragon Skin Armorer’ Bard.

He could even see traces of the Mechanical God Cult that Dome had once transported and studied.