The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 561 - 445: Demon Lord and the Old Dragon

Chapter 561: Chapter 445: Demon Lord and the Old Dragon

The wilderness had become a desert of death, where the power of a Grade 6 mighty one had erupted, drawing thousands of Undead to gather for a war comparable to that of a Demigod.

Now, a swamp of death, made of intense flames and death incarnate, devoured all life, leaving only ashes behind.

Lind stepped into it, following his body’s reaction to something, his foot stepping over a pitch-black skeleton. A red mist of decay billowed toward him, but as it was about to envelop him, a slash of the Soul Blade cut through the mist.

He felt the burn in the depths of his soul; instead of fear, his body felt excitement. The sense of danger enveloped him completely, making every step he took heavy and difficult.

Ahead, in the darkness, a skull, having been completely consumed by power and barely holding on, turned to ash as the wind from Lind’s approach swept over.

At last, Lind saw an outline within the darkness; the Energy Field had distorted the region, offering less visibility inside than from the outside.

Footsteps approached slowly from the distance.

He could barely make out the figure, a towering presence with long horns—Beast Prime Minister Wolfgang.

Only Wolfgang, a Grade 5 strong one, could possibly survive such a war.

For some unknown reason, Wolfgang, who had previously fallen into a frenzied state within the Abyss, had regained his senses. However, his injuries suggested that his condition was not good.

"Another Undead?" Wolfgang looked down at Lind with a gaze.

A shadow with long horns looked down in a looming posture, gazing at the human looking up.

"Your strength is greater, much stronger than those Undead!" Wolfgang seemed to finally understand, "You sent those Undead to infiltrate Lionheart Fort, and then had them destroy everything!"

"While the truth differs somewhat from what you’ve said," Lind unsheathed his broken sword, crest after crest lit up on his body, a fast stacking state, putting himself into the best condition for battle. Of course, this process could also be called "warming up."

Flames, double-handed sword grip, self-imposed curse... too much.

And Wolfgang could clearly feel the aura of the human before him rapidly escalating, moving from Grade 4 toward Grade 5.

He couldn’t allow his opponent a chance to raise his aura. Even Wolfgang didn’t hold much hope for winning this fight. If the other could raise his strength to touch Grade 5, there would be no difference between them, and the human in front of him was an Undead.

But Beastmen never feared brawling.

This was their first encounter, without any verbal communication.

Lind lifted his sword, fire bursting from the broken blade, ripping through the night with a surge of flames.

The resurrected Undead noticed the commotion and began streaming.

"I knew there was more combat CG, what’s Lind’s strength now?"

"He’s been with us the whole time; there probably wasn’t any time for cheating."

The Undead were streaming.

Countless people around the world were watching at the same time, expecting to see a battle of Grade 6 masters, only to find themselves unable to get close before being wiped out.

Lind was becoming dissatisfied with his broken sword. The blade, supplemented by flames, was no longer as helpful to him as before. Besides the Magic Ring Shard, there was no reason for him to keep using the broken sword.

Wolfgang, in contrast, was quickly closing the distance on Lind, fighting with the posture of a beast: approaching, observing, then seeking a chance for a lethal blow.

He pounced without warning, Abyssal Spikes almost like bone spurs sprang from his arm, reaching for Lind’s head along with his claws.

But Lind had reacted the moment Wolfgang moved.

Instead of retreating, Lind stepped forward, wrapping his body in flames and attempting to withstand the blow with his physique.

Claw met broken sword, and the two figures, mismatched in size, were deadlocked at that instant.

Dominant Body allowed Lind to stand as long as he wasn’t drained of strength.

His left hand suddenly pulled back, a "Soul Blade of Mien" from the Storm Knight Path manifesting in a backhand grip.

With an upward swipe from below, his left hand aimed straight for Wolfgang’s nose, and as Wolfgang instinctively twisted to avoid it, Lind’s right hand swept his flaming greatsword, filling the air with the smell of charring. The crescent slash lit up the entire "footprint crater," chasing Wolfgang’s flank and burning a large patch of his fur.

Wolfgang snarled in anger. His condition was very poor, and the "Undead" before him far outmatched him in combat skills, and was even stronger in raw power.

When he thought his opponent would be a Heavy Armored Warrior, launching a storm-like attack, he hadn’t expected the other to calmly retreat.

Lind, with Soul Blade in his left hand and a flaming greatsword in his right, launched an agile attack on Wolfgang.

"I never said I was a Heavy Armored Warrior."

Aside from initially relying on his strong physique, Lind had been gaining more and more abilities. His fighting style should be closer to that of a "Magic Swordsman" or an "Agile Swordsman," with speed and skill as his main battle style. The ability to take hits was because of his long health bar, but since his debut, he had always won with skill.

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