The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 562 - 445: Demon Lord and the Old Dragon_2

Chapter 562: Chapter 445: Demon Lord and the Old Dragon_2

Particularly, the "Lion Emblem," which the Undead dubbed the "Book of Multiple Killings," enabled one to stack attacks rapidly and then, in conjunction with the 20% power boost of the "Two-Handed Sword Emblem," could unleash damage far exceeding Lind’s current level, all requiring a fast and efficient mode of attack, as slowness was useless.

Moreover, unlike the Undead, this stacking state had no upper limit; its only constraint was the endurance of one’s soul.

If one were to add the "Night Badge" of the Lady of the Night, attacks would carry magical damage, making it even more terrifying.

Lind’s attacks were swift, his sword blade swirling in his palm to a dizzying effect. Wolfgang blocked one strike but the next came cleaving down as Lind pressed his wrist.

A chill enveloped his throat, and Wolfgang, following his beastly instinct, retreated to dodge.

This could not continue; the Beast Prime Minister understood his predicament. As a Ring 5 warrior, he had not anticipated that the man before him would actually enhance his strength progressively through battle.

Another sword strike came, and Wolfgang thought he saw a lion pouncing at him, its sharp fangs biting into his flesh, pressing into his bones.

The next moment, he discerned the force attacking him.

Not just a lion, but the sun, the moon, merfolk, shields, two-handed swords, poets, ouroboros... They appeared densely behind his foe, then traveled along the enemy’s blade as an excruciatingly hot pain surged toward his heart, trying to rupture his body.

Wolfgang retreated once more to increase distance, but for every step he took back, his opponent pressed forward relentlessly, his blood evaporating into mist upon leaving his body, the pain growing sharper rather than being dulled by his grievous wounds.

It was only when the Beast Prime Minister looked down that he noticed, unknowingly, the flames on the opponent’s blade had turned into black flames.

The Undead kept their eyes on the struggle between man and beast, the battle’s shockwaves clearing part of their obscured view, allowing them to finally see the paths carved by blades and claws in the black night sky and the sparks bursting like ironsmith’s fireworks.

Wolfgang realized his strength was depleted; he chose to give himself to the Abyss once again, if only to not let his opponent win so easily.

The body of the Beast Prime Minister began to twist and mutate, utterly abandoning the sense of battle and fighting purely on instinct.

But Lind had already discarded the broken sword, gripping a Soul Blade in both hands, its blade azure, clashing directly against the tainted Abyssal Power with the purity of his soul.

Even if he won, what then? The Beastmaster embraced his last doubt, lunging toward Lind.

A trail of blue swept across the night.

Thud—

The body of the Beast Prime Minister crashed to the ground, uncontrollably twisting and convulsing, struggling in the last throes of life.

Lind looked upon the Soul Blade, now thoroughly entwined with Abyssal Power, drawing this power toward his heart.

So potent, it was comparable to the Abyssal Lords who had invaded the mainland.

Moonlight cascaded down, as though embracing Lind with its gentle arms.

The Soul Blade dissipated into speckled starlight from his palm.

He surveyed the basin torn further apart by war, then walked step by step towards the corpses in the distance.

The body of Lionheart King Tiel.

His Lionheart Greatsword.

And a beastly lion’s corpse.

Out of the darkness, a figure emerged.

Corruption King Grace, accompanied only by wolves and bears licking each other’s wounds.

It was evident the war had taken its toll on her.

"You’ve won the final war; everything here is your spoils of war. Starting tomorrow, Wilderness Ruins and Beast’s Nest will remember your name," she said to Lind.

She had never left, yet she had only fulfilled her part of the deal to kill Lionheart King.

Lind bent down to pick up the body of Lionheart King Tiel and the Lionheart Greatsword.

"They will," Lind nodded.

He was extracting the Beast Resonance of Lionheart King, and Corruption King Grace witnessed it, but she did not react.

Every Beast King’s power was already at its limit, and to prevent the power from reverting to the Beastmaster, they had to collaborate with other forces, contaminating their power for balance.

If Corruption King Grace had taken that piece of Beast Resonance, the most likely outcome was that the power within her would become unbalanced, causing her to lose all her power.

Lind had obtained the Beast Resonance of the Beast King, and he feared that Lind would soon become the new Beast King. Another powerful force was about to emerge, and he hoped that the humans on both sides could continue to band together for warmth.

Corruption King recalled that Magdalena had repeatedly claimed that the Undead were a group of great humans who voluntarily risked everything, so perhaps by letting him acquire this power, Magdalena’s inner steadfastness might truly receive a response.

Lind looked at the Resonance and the dense Abyss Aura wound around it, and realized that the two maintained a peculiar balance.

"The power you desire to possess requires you to accept the Abyssal Power, which might be a good thing for you," said Corruption King.

"A good thing?" Lind looked at the Resonance. He could absorb the Abyssal Power on it, but not here.

...

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the Profound Lands.

On the edge of some ancient ruins, a black mountain range slowly shifted, revealing what was actually an inky black dragon’s head as a "boulder" lifted. However, this dragon appeared far too ancient and exhausted, its scales like charred wood from a fire, utterly devoid of any sheen.

"Death." The voice made the aged Black Dragon turn its head in a certain direction.

"Is this all you do after waking up?" The aged Black Dragon was annoyed at the voice that disturbed its rest. "Can’t you let me rest in peace?"

"I need a new collaborator, King of Black Phosphorus."

"If I were still the King of Black Phosphorus I once was, I would have crushed you with my rear end!" The aged Black Dragon shook its head, causing the ground to tremble.

Both humans and dragons must pay the price for their choices; he had paid the price for his past folly, and the greatest punishment was certainly like now, listening to the incessantly babbling bastard who called himself "Abyssal Demon Monarch."

If only he had not agreed to that scoundrel Hastings, that devious human who was skilled at deceiving dragons.

But he was not entirely without opportunity, such as every time he stealthily opened a small gap for that "Abyssal Demon Monarch," it wouldn’t be long before the other would be free, and he would be free as well.

The chains of the agreement bound the Black Dragon’s neck, making it hard to breathe. Though unwilling, the Black Dragon had no choice but to desire a more comfortable existence.

"What about the last one?" asked the Black Dragon.

"He’s dead." The voice from the profound depths was not present, but appeared at the ear, crossing through space.

"That bastard was not weak in strength, dead?" The Black Dragon was surprised. "Since when do 6-ring powerhouses die in Magic Land?"

Magic Land, though known as "Borderland between the mortal world and the Divine Realm," was no stranger to powerful beings.

"Oh, I get it now, did your Abyss influence mess with that bastard’s mind? Hahahaha! I told you long ago your power had no future, gaga, now you know the consequences, huh?" The aged Black Dragon laughed wildly, unabashedly mocking the other.

"Help me open a wider gap, I need to channel more strength."

"Not a chance!" The aged Black Dragon was unmoved. "I’m the Warden tasked with keeping you imprisoned, and you’re the prisoner. You think you can bribe me? Where’s the bribe, where is it?!"

Mention of a bribe infuriated the Black Dragon; it had been fed too many empty promises, by Hastings, Hastings, and still Hastings!

"I can grant you power," the voice came again, deep.

"Pfft—" The aged Black Dragon scoffed, "What good is power to me if I can’t eat or drink it?"

"What do you want? The Abyss can satisfy all your desires."

"Bullshit, I wish for you to break out, can you do it?" The aged Black Dragon was blunt and mocking without giving any face.

The voice fell silent.

After a long while, it finally said, "Aside from that."

"Help me slap Hastings a few times."

Again, silence.

The aged Black Dragon said, "You see, it’s not that I lack wishes; it’s that whatever I ask for, you cannot fulfill, so don’t be upset with me for starting high. How about this instead? Send me a few Abyssal soldiers to taste, I’m also missing a piece of the Ring of Magic fragment to gnaw on."

The voice no longer responded at all.

"Hey, hey?! Are you still there?"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"