The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 551 - 439 Stealing Kills

Chapter 551: Chapter 439 Stealing Kills

From the Wilderness Ruins to the Beast’s Nest, the Undead all chose to ride the Scorpion Flea, and their moving style convinced the Black Blood that the greedy Undead were swayed by the price.

The noble Lionheart King, who esteemed only high-ranking Beastmen as the Beast Prime Minister and numerous beast commanders, even the lowliest of Beastmen, could never consider humans as their kin. Their role was simply to use their immortality to endlessly throw their lives away.

The massive troop took a very long time to travel, and Black Blood discovered another characteristic of the Undead: they occasionally disappeared, although they would reappear quickly, this might indicate that they controlled some kind of Spatial Magic.

He recalled those annoying Wizards, if it weren’t for them, he would have already captured the fleeing humans and would not need to be paying out of pocket to subsidize 3000 Undead.

"What were you doing when you disappeared just now?" Black Blood felt he must get a clear answer about whatever they were up to, he couldn’t wait for problems to erupt before understanding everything.

"We were at work." The Undead sighed. "You don’t know, never mind, you wouldn’t understand, can we not talk about such depressing topics when playing games?"

Black Blood: ?

They entered Lionheart Fort; though named a fort, it was actually a huge city-state bustling with various types of Beastmen.

The Undead excitedly looked around, while the Beastmen curiously observed the Undead.

Was it that a trading caravan had brought in a fresh batch of food? It was essential to figure out where this batch would be delivered; they would take the initiative to patronize the business.

"He’s drooling, sharp-toothed dog!"

"Why do I feel like he wants to eat us?"

Leading the way, Black Blood was trying to get his ears used to the Undead, although he was continually failing: "If I were you, I would wear that Abyssal Armor. Here in Lionheart Fort, strength is the proof of your identity."

The Undead were obedient, as always.

They quickly donned the Abyss Suits; a rich Abyss Aura diffused from the three thousand bodies, immediately changing the atmosphere on the streets.

Beastmen instinctively feared the Abyss, and it was hard for them to see anything remotely human in the figures of the Abyssal Calamity before them. They were the Abyssal Calamity itself!

The Undead were not allowed to move freely or settle down, and soon after Black Blood left, a Beast Commander in black armor approached.

The commander’s head bore a red tag and made no attempt to hide his hostility.

"Lionheart Battalion’s First Team Captain · Scar · Berserker · Claw of the Feral Beast, Wings of Blaze, Lv32"

"Life: 5000/5200"

The Undead shared the commander’s details through private messages, noting that he possessed the advanced Beast profession of Berserker and also the seemingly powerful titles "Claw of the Feral Beast" and "Wings of Blaze."

But his Life Points were somewhat low, likely indicating that his attack was high but his defense was low.

"Undead? I’d really like to test if you’re truly immortal," Scar smirked, probably in an attempt to smile, but the scar that crossed his face made it look terrifying.

"You have a new job. There’s a damned Missionary in a village north of the Beast’s Nest. Those bastards betrayed the Lionheart King, kill them all. I want to see the Missionary’s head!"

"What about our reward?" The Undead didn’t think highly of Scar. "What about the rewards Black Blood promised us?"

Scar’s split mouth sprayed saliva: "Exchange them for heads! I’ll join you in your mission. As for what Black Blood promised you, go find Black Blood, haha."

"Aren’t villains supposed to think they’re quite charismatic?" An Undead couldn’t help but want to complain.

"Shall we go?"

"Of course."

"We’ll deal with Black Blood later."

Scar, watching the Undead holding back their anger, felt even more satisfied.

Little did he know he had committed a taboo – not paying the promised rewards.

Now, the Undead were entirely focused on catching Black Blood, killing Scar, and killing the Lionheart King.

However, their strength was still weak; they needed to lie low.

From now on, it was truly time to showcase their skills in stealth.

Scar, leading the three thousand Undead, felt disdainful of the task upon receiving the Beast Prime Minister Wolfgang’s orders, knowing that despite the large number of Undead, they still couldn’t be the force that would break through the enemy defenses.

A mere Level 1 power, barely enough as cannon fodder.

And the enemies they were facing included over a dozen Level 3 strength foes who could effortlessly eliminate the Undead countless times.

They traveled to a city-state called Hornsong City, where the Undead hadn’t done anything wrong; they were just followers of the former Beastmaster, a group of forsaken and forgotten.

Nor did it mean they were still loyal to the former Beastmaster; if they were, they wouldn’t maintain trade relations with Lionheart Fort.

Now, they had become the whetstone for testing the Undead.

"You’d better listen to me in a moment!" Scar told the Undead, not minding "accidentally" getting rid of a few if someone disobeyed.

The Undead rolled their eyes in silence, Scar had become an annoying NPC whom everyone would love to get rid of, but considering there might be hidden quests, they had to endure.

Hornsong City appeared in sight, its buildings not tall, but strategically built on terrain advantage, making it easy to defend and hard to attack at the road’s chokepoint.

"We must feint an attack from one side to draw their attention, a frontal assault won’t open that door! We must pull back and then approach from another side, so remember, before those Level 3 Beastmen show up, no rushing in."

However, events did not go as smoothly as Scar had imagined; just at that moment, the gates of Hornsong City suddenly opened, a thunderous rumbling interrupting Scar’s speech.

The heavy gate took a long time to operate, both opening and closing.

"Charge!" the Undead howled and rushed out.

With the gates opened, there was no reason to hesitate.

"The messy entanglement in the game can be set aside for now," the Undead thought eagerly about finishing this part of the quest plot and then getting back to settle accounts with Black Blood.

Scar cursed inwardly as he observed this group of fearless fools.

Hornsong City also spotted the sudden onslaught of a group of Abyssal Warriors.

Their footsteps ground the ground’s stones into powder, their bodies draped in armor heavy with the scent of the Abyss, heralding the beginning of a bloody war.

The city’s Beastman strongholds acted first, but they had never seen such a crazed army—it was like a fearless swarm of ants or rats, the swirling dust concealing their forms and bringing only the rhythm of death.

Upon listening carefully, it became clear that within the dust storm, some sang while others played music. When the dust settled, each of the Undead was wrapped in a different glow.

The gates of Hornsong City couldn’t be closed, and the Beastmen defending the city dropped their weapons and fled at once—the sight of thousands of Abyssal Calamities charging was too terrifying, overwhelming their urge to flee.

What the Beastmen of Hornsong City couldn’t have imagined was that these ferocious unknown enemies were all starting to use magic.

The first-tier-3 warrior who charged forward was instantly devoured by a colorful Fireball, his charred corpse breaking through a wall on the side of the road.

The Tier-3 warrior had commenced this feast of death with his own corpse.

Scar unsheathed two curved blades. He was skilled with various weapons, but he favored knives and axes in particular.

"Damn human Wizards!"

Although it seemed the Undead were at an advantage for the moment, it didn’t stop him from cursing the human Wizards. In the lands covered by the Beastmaster’s glory, the people of the Beast paths had few spellcasters among them.

Perhaps the Priests were, but they were rare and not versed in war.

The surprise attack thrust Hornsong City into a storm of slaughter with relentless explosions and roars.

Scar saw the explosive fireballs fly from the ground to the sky, burst into a rain of Fire and scour the ground once more.

"What a bunch of lunatics!" he watched as the Undead danced wildly amid the Flames.

As more Tier-3 Beastman strongholds reached the battlefield, Scar had no choice but to quickly join in. Securing the greatest merit in taking Hornsong City for himself was paramount, hence, he wouldn’t allow the mission to fail.

Before his eyes, the battlefield was like a stage play meticulously planned in advance, each participant dancing on cue—perfectly chaotic.

It was only now that he realized these Undead were all adept at using magic, able to spew Flames, venomous gas, and oil while wielding sword techniques.

Various enhancement spells, dazzling lights, added something beyond mere sharpness to their weapons.

A sword lunged at him, and as Scar dodged, his crossed hands slashed at the enemy with his curved blades, similar to a wild beast opening its jaws before violently biting down. The enemy couldn’t dodge in time and was sliced, but a figure was quicker, swiftly killing the staggering foe.

It was another Undead.

"Sorry about that, took your kill," the other said with insincere apologies.

Scar snorted coldly.

The upper levels of Hornsong City burst open, spewing out copious Beastmen. Scar’s attention immediately shifted there, where more awaited his slaughter.

Avoiding the area where the Undead were fighting, Scar drove his blade into another Beastman’s chest, then turned his gaze toward the charging enemy.

He could enjoy devouring his enemies with his blades, but these weak foes couldn’t pique his interest. He needed someone powerful... and found him.

Hornsong City’s Missionary, a figure in a ram-horned skull mask.

The figure was wielding a winding Serpent Staff, channeling something. Scar charged forward, finding this to be a perfect stage—a chaotic battle within the enemy’s city, forcibly killing their leader.

After that, his name and new Title would be celebrated.

The Beastman’s pursuit of Title was almost mad.

Flames ignited from the friction of Scar’s dual blades, his arms spreading as he ran, reminiscent of flapping Wings of Blaze.

The battlefield Titles stemmed from this, while the Beastmaster’s power made the Title "more real." The Wings of Blaze wrapped around his arms, becoming ever more tangible until Scar’s arms transformed into true burning wings.

Scar soared over the battlefield, flapping his wings to surge past endless obstructions, going straight for the Missionary.

The Missionary was quick to react, swiftly twirling his Serpent Staff which twisted into reality, its tail whipping towards Scar’s chest. The airstream swept through the wing’s feathers and Flames, forcing Scar to flap his wings quickly, raising his altitude to ensure his utter safety.

The opponent also possessed Tier-4 combat abilities and was skilled in close-range magic. The assaults were not only fast but came with various unpredictable Beast magics, hard to defend against.

Fortunately, close combat was where Scar excelled. He quickened his attack, forcing his opponent from offense to defense in a berserk state.

The speed kept increasing, and Scar could sense his opponent’s defenses beginning to falter. He knew that if he could maintain this standoff, victory would be his.

And from his combat experience, he had seen through the Missionary’s fighting style. Given enough opportunity, his opponent would certainly cast some troublesome magic. But if pressured enough, the Missionary would be reduced to using trivial tricks.

Finally, he exploited an opening successfully and severed one of the Missionary’s arms.

Then...

"Boss is weakened, snatch the kill!"

"Kill!"

Perhaps only a locust swarm could describe the scene.

Scar, who had already mentally prepared his victory speech, witnessed the Undead surge forward and once again steal his "kill." Now, Scar understood what that earlier phrase meant.

But he wished he didn’t.

"I’ve already killed the BOSS!"

An Undead raised the Missionary’s head high.

The battle had ended.

Hornsong City was grievously wounded, and the Undead... suffered no losses.