The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 552 - 440: Corrupt Them Mentally

Chapter 552: Chapter 440: Corrupt Them Mentally

Hornsong City had already fallen completely silent, with hundreds of fresh corpses strewn about.

Scar turned his head to look at the Undead, those clad in Abyssal Armor which moved like biological scales and muscles, slowly self-repairing with each breath, absorbing the blood that splattered on them as nourishment.

At that moment, the Undead were cleaning up the battlefield.

It was a literal cleanup of the battlefield, gathering armor, weapons, and even the smallest beast fang.

...

"Greed, fearlessness, and bravery are innate in mercenaries. As long as the reward is sufficient, they’ll crazily offer their lives, unconcerned with whatever sacrifices they must make... They may regret dying, but they do not fear it, and their obsession with killing is beyond imagination, especially the final strike that kills an enemy."

In the blink of an eye, they had returned to Lionheart Fort, where Scar reported the battle conditions to the Beast Prime Minister. Although discontent that the Undead had been "stealing kills," he didn’t lie.

The Missionary hadn’t died by Scar’s hands; the Title had not become his. The fact was more eloquent than words.

Perhaps he could have falsely claimed that this time wasn’t enough for him to gain the Title, but Scar disdained such actions. Each of his Titles had been fought for with his own claws and teeth, not through deceit and lies.

Just like how Beastmen detest human Wizards, deceitful liars, and merchants; they only earn contempt.

"They also claim they want to kill Black Blood."

Scar thought for a moment, still choosing to report the phrase that the Undead kept mentioning on the way back. Black Blood hadn’t fulfilled its previous promise, albeit Scar was somewhat to blame; the imposing Beastmen also needed to eat, after all.

It wasn’t that Scar feared the Undead—he was confident in killing these Undead a dozen times over—but he didn’t want to entangle with madmen. Reporting the true situation was the most appropriate action.

Wolfgang Longhorn lifted his eyelids slightly: "Make Black Blood honor what he promised before; Lionheart King needs the Undead."

"Yes!"

The Undead ushered in their busiest period at Lionheart Fort.

"Damn, these beastly brats really don’t treat us as humans; they’re making us slay monsters like crazy."

"How come there are so many monsters spawning around?"

"But we did get a lot of good equipment. One of the weapons even has better stats than my Dragon Transformation Greatsword; it seems it was forged using some Furnace technique. If this sword is corrupted, to what extent would the weapon transform?"

"I bet the system won’t allow it, otherwise, your damage would be off the charts."

"My damage off the charts my ass, before I used to think William was at least a renowned expert in Rand Kingdom, right? But since he came to Magic Land, he’s been reduced to a unit of combat strength. Enemies are at least as strong as one William, and sometimes you can even encounter three Williams that are tough to deal with."

"Yeah, and also, I don’t know if Lind’s tasks have a time limit, but we need to hurry and cause destruction."

"We are dragged around all day by that beastly brat; where would we find the time to cause destruction?"

"How about we invite him for a drink?"

"Spend more money? We don’t have tens of thousands of beast teeth left in our pockets anymore."

"You say that as if someone is well-off. Repairing one armor is so expensive; I really miss the times when Loud would bend over to fix my armor, the sky was so yellow then."

"Why don’t we just take care of him?" Someone grew evil courage, "If this continues, I’m going to be sick of chopping cabbages."

Gaming can be hardcore; it can be pay-to-win, but it has to be fun. It absolutely cannot continue with the same thing indefinitely.

No matter what, repeating the same thing will become boring, especially killing.

"Pay up!"

...

Scar was indeed living the life lately; the Undead could kill tirelessly.

The only drawback was their relatively weak strength, but with Undead and Abyssal traits to compensate, it wasn’t really a disadvantage. Scar could complete those tasks, and while he didn’t need the beast teeth rewards—which could be all given to the Undead—all the merits belonged to Scar.

Some were envious of Scar’s control over the Undead team, sought out the Beast Prime Minister, and even approached the Lionheart King with their objections, but their results were disappointing. The Lionheart King had little interest in the Undead; first circle strength was not enough to intrigue him, leaving everything to the Beast Prime Minister’s full responsibility, who simply rejected all proposals.

He only needed people to do the work; cheap, efficient, without sacrifice—whomever was in charge didn’t matter.

Such a cannon fodder team’s benefits weren’t enough to interest a fifth circle powerhouse, who was more concerned about the role they could play in military combat.

"Lord Scar, care to have a drink together?" Loves White Silk approached with an inviting gesture as if drinking.

"Have a drink?" Scar stuck out his thickly-coated tongue, sweeping his lips.

He was not like the Undead who only knew slaughter and self-sacrifice; he wanted to enjoy himself too.

"Yes, although we Undead enjoy death and killing, we also enjoy drinking." Loves White Silk nodded, "Our treat! We’ll book the place!"

"Hahaha, sure!"

Scar knew the Undead had made a fair amount of money; it was time they treated him.

Thousands surged towards the tavern street; if not for the ample number of taverns in Lionheart Fort, anywhere else would be hard-pressed to accommodate so many.

"What should we do?" Long Live Sister Li looked at the high-ranking players pulling Scar into one of the software-hardened, multifunctional taverns with a beast maiden and asked her friend beside her.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Loves White Silk appeared entirely honorable.

"Damn, have you secretly started live streaming again without telling me, looking to capture my sleazy reaction?" Long Live Sister Li immediately understood.

"No, definitely not!"

"Then go order a beast maiden and ride her!"

"That would get us banned." Loves White Silk explained.

"Still claiming you’re not live streaming!" Long Live Sister Li glared.

"Bosses, stop spamming. Even if you keep spamming, I can’t just order a beast maiden and ride her. You say if they have saddles on their backs, they could serve as mounts; you want me to be their mount... Stop spamming, or I’ll really be tempted to book one."

"Hey, Loves White Silk, do you think this is a good opportunity?" Sister Li Long Live suddenly asked in a soft voice.

"What opportunity?" Loves White Silk counter-asked.

Sister Li Long Live said, "Infiltration, destroying Lionheart Fort from the inside!"

Loves White Silk rolled her eyes, "You want to destroy a fortified stronghold with the strongest single force of level 6 starting from a brothel street? May I inquire, Your Excellency, how you plan to implement this? Are you going to contaminate them with HIV? Beastmen might be genetically immune; maybe the viruses they carry are even more terrifying."

"Dammit, what do you know! I despise your filthy thoughts!" Sister Li Long Live said with contempt, then cleared her throat, "I intend to corrupt them ideologically."

"Ideologically?"

"Do you remember how those NPCs from Rand Kingdom couldn’t wait for the next installment of ’Journey to the West’? And William, he’s also eagerly waiting for updates every day." Sister Li Long Live said with a mysterious smile, "You tell me, they’re already addicted to the Eastern ’Journey to the West’, what if we tell some localized stories from the West, like ’The Lord of the Rings’?"

"Your idea isn’t bad, but there’s a premise," Loves White Silk had to throw cold water on it, "Do you really think the NPCs in the game have the intelligence to discern good from bad stories, or do you believe the program can actually listen to stories?"

"What about the earlier part?"

"Programmed settings."

"I think we might as well give it a try."

...

Great Beast High Priest Soralis Ancient Echo quietly left the Beast Sacrificial Ground; she was off to save the beastmen, hoping they could regain their freedom.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away.

She wasn’t upset that Lind had taken over her command. The stronger had everything, and it wasn’t easy to find someone who worshipped the former Beastmaster.

Her feet pressed against the burning hot sand heated by the sun, and as night fell, the sky slowly darkened, the air grew chilly, but the sand still retained the scorching heat from the sun’s baking.

The Oasis city-state appeared before her eyes.

"It’s an impressive..."

Soralis looked up at the massive structure before her and was surprised to discover that there were people patrolling on top of the city walls as she approached.

"Who’s there!" she was immediately challenged with a roar as she approached.

"It’s me!"

Flames lit up Soralis’s face, "Soralis Ancient Echo!"

Her voice was high and carried a strong sense of pride as she announced her name.

"The High Priest?"

The shadows on the city wall were astonished.

Quickly, the city gates opened, and several beastmen came out.

"Great High Priest, what brings you here?"

"I’ve come to take you home," Soralis said in a soft voice, "I’ve come to an agreement with the leader of the Undead; he will no longer hold you captive, you can return, you can be free, and those Undead have left as well."

Although the cooperation didn’t seem equal, more like the Beast Sacrificial Ground had joined Lind in a vassal pose, there was no need to spell it out.

The expressions of the beastmen were somewhat unfathomable.

Eventually, one beastman spoke up, "We don’t want to go back, Great High Priest."

"Why?" Soralis didn’t understand.

Before, the beastmen had been oppressed by the Undead, always seeking a chance to escape, and likened their work to the depths of the Abyss, as if their souls were being devoured.

Why had their attitudes changed completely in such a short time?

"Have they threatened you?" Soralis thought she should confront Lind with a good argument; since the Undead under him followed his every command, he should be able to help the beastmen as well.

"No, Great High Priest," the beastman shook his head again.

"We really like it here."

"I don’t understand," Soralis said.

"We have taverns here, canteens, and every beastman can earn money, and merchants bring us all sorts of things we need."

"Same if you return to the Beast Sacrificial Ground," Soralis said somewhat urgently. She suspected the beastmen might be controlled by some terrible Abyssal Power related to slavery.

"It’s different, we can earn more money here!"

"Great High Priest, with overtime we can earn a lot more, and if we’re lucky enough to get rush orders, we get piece-rate, the most we’ve earned in a day is 1000 beast teeth!"

"How much?" Soralis was startled.

Although she was the Great High Priest, she was very poor.

Earn 1000 beast teeth in a day?!

Even she suddenly had the idea of wanting to stay and work.

"You can’t do it, Great High Priest, haha, you must have titles like Tailor, Blacksmith, Iron Gall."

"And you? You don’t have those titles."

"We’re good at fighting; now we’re Oasis Security, with high welfare and good treatment. To use the Undead’s words, we’ve avoided forty years of detours."

"Show me your work environment," Soralis said.

She sensed the terror of the Undead; this group was definitely terrifying not only in strength but also in their fearlessness of death, unrestrained in their doing, capricious as if a plague consuming everything.

Fortunately, there were only 3000 of the Undead.

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