The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 564 - 447: Time to Adopt a Cat

Chapter 564: Chapter 447: Time to Adopt a Cat

The being before him was the Beastmaster, but it more resembled prey that had been cornered and could no longer escape.

Mercy was unnecessary.

From the beginning, Lind had not intended to submit to the Beastmaster. He preferred working with the Lady of the Night, and now the same choice lay before the Beastmaster.

Work together as equals, or die and be reborn endlessly.

Soralis charged toward Lind, finally sensing something amiss. As a Beastman, her speed wasn’t slow, but Lind’s downward strike was faster than her charge.

"Why do you have to do this?" Soralis bared her fangs, emitting a beastly rumble from her throat, wishing only to summon Ull to her side.

Though she wasn’t confident that Ull could stop Lind’s sword, Lind’s victory in this war was too dazzling; it was a feat never before achieved at the Beast Sacrificial Ground, a merit so powerful it seemed like a shield worn on the body, intimidating others from even daring to draw their swords.

"Become king of the Kingdom of Lind, as we agreed," Lind said.

"But it shouldn’t be this way."

"No, I only trust this way, you can’t expect a Believer of the Sun’s Testament to offer faith to other Evil Gods."

All deities, as long as they had a health bar, would be taken down.

There was nothing special about gods; even slaughtering gods could be entertainment. Of course, Lind was also seeking his own place among them, now he was gradually determining the role he could play in this war.

Everything was becoming clear, "purifying" defeated deities was an appealing role to take on.

Now Soralis finally understood what the man before her had been thinking from the start. She had hoped to leverage the power of the Undead to gather Echoes and awaken the Dominus, while he hoped to seize the Dominus’s power.

Both had their own intentions, and their plans had been realized, if only with minor deviations.

After a brief shock, the Beastmaster regained composure and looked up at Lind: "What do you want to do?"

"Cooperate."

"Cooperate like this?" The Beastmaster looked at the sword poised above its head, which needed only a gentle push to split it in two.

"You are all very dangerous; I need weapons to protect myself," Lind said.

"I want to take back the Divine Authority of the Beastmaster," it said.

As long as the human before it desired something, the Beastmaster was confident in turning the disadvantage into an advantage. Moreover, Lind’s power was impressive; with his help, recapturing the Divine Authority that once belonged to it might not be impossible.

Since the Corruption King could maintain a human form, there was no reason it couldn’t as well.

"Corruption King, how does she maintain her human form?" Lind’s gaze shifted to the Beastwoman, noticing that the large dog who felt deceived was still snarling.

He was curious as to why Corruption King Grace could avoid becoming a hairy beast.

"She dispersed her power among three Beasts."

"So she wouldn’t be sad upon the death of a lion?" Lind’s attention returned to the Beastmaster, his sword pressing down momentarily by accident, nearly giving the other a partial scalp.

But the aesthetic standards of deities and humans are different, so it likely wouldn’t care about changes in its appearance.

"Although I don’t know the Corruption King you speak of, if it’s a dependent method like that, she can simply take some time to cultivate another beast," the Beastmaster offered voluntarily.

"That’s the power I’m looking for."

Lind had thought about how to grant the Undead a portion of the Beastmaster’s power. Changing races was compulsory, and many of the Undead didn’t appreciate a change in race, and becoming a Beastman depended on luck; appearances were not guaranteed to be attractive.

As an unofficial planner, Lind had to be even more careful than the officials; the officials didn’t need to care much as long as the Undead wanted to continue playing the game, but if he didn’t show care, the Undead could abandon him at any moment.

In the service industry, what matters is competitive business strength.

If I could have Beast Power at my side like the Corrupt King, all problems would easily be solved.

Thinking this, Lind casually stabbed the Lionheart Greatsword into the ground and reached out to lift the Beastmaster, "You’re a bit ugly, can you change your appearance?"

The Beastmaster glanced at the nearby Lionheart Greatsword and nodded with a very stable mood, "I can."

"Thank you, please do as I say. Make it more docile like a cat, and if possible, turn golden to match my color scheme. Use white for the little paws here, and the ears should be this long, right, and there should be whiskers. Haven’t you seen such a creature? Also, can you meow?"

"That’s just a cat!" the Beastmaster finally couldn’t help but lose his temper.

"Indeed it’s a cat, but since when do cats stand?" Lind felt a bit regretful, as he had a soft spot for feline creatures being part of the big cat family.

"I am the Beastmaster! Kill me and I’ll still stand!" the Beastmaster stood proudly with chest puffed out.

After Lind altered his appearance, the Beastmaster completely transformed into a large ginger cat, and standing with his arms akimbo didn’t seem threatening at all.

The Beast girl swaying her tail uncontrollably nearby clearly liked what she saw, but due to his status, she didn’t dare offend and could only quietly express her fondness by wagging her tail.

Big dogs indeed have no resistance to little cats.

"Stand if you want to stand."

He had signed a contract with the Beastmaster, much like the agreement he had reached with the Lady of the Night, providing virtually no guarantees.

The contract signed under the witness of the Deities, who it ultimately protected and who had the final say, gave the impression that the referee was also on my side, leaving your chances to compete with me feeling slim.

Moreover, Lind had a strong sense of déjà vu, as when he first started his private Newbie Village, it was the same routine, only at that time, the final say was in his hands.

...

Outside the Beast Sacrificial Ground.

The Undead were tallying their loot from the battle, having gained no substantive benefits, whether from the battle at Lionheart Fort or from the fights with the Lionheart King and the Beast Prime Minister, they could only watch from the sidelines.

"Are we just cannon fodder?"

"Why, you want to go back to Rand Kingdom and be a superstar hero?"

"Forget it, that’s even less interesting, a total waste of time. At least here I can encounter strong opponents, and it’s not like we got nothing. I looted two weapons this time, all gear construction, and transformable too, cool enough to give me goosebumps. It’s just a pity the damage isn’t high."

"Let me see!"

"Wait, looks like there’s a plot trigger over there!"

The Undead immediately quieted down and looked towards Lind, along with the cat standing on his shoulder.

"Undead, I’m glad we’ve achieved victory once again, it wasn’t easy," Lind began.

"No, it was very easy, we were slacking the whole time!" someone immediately shouted out loud.

Lind looked over. He had to remember this face, interrupting while he was speaking, huh? From now on your enhancements will always fail, your lotteries will never drop items, and never a critical hit.

Utterly unaware of what the future held for him, he made a grand statement completely ignorant of what awaited him.

Lind continued, "I will keep my promise from before, each Undead will receive a Title!"

The Undead’s spirits immediately soared, finally, Titles! Farmable Titles!

"However, as we are not of the Beastman race, to obtain the power of the Beasts, one must have a Beast companion," Lind lifted his hand to stroke the Beastmaster on his shoulder, "I hope you won’t be disappointed."

"Are we getting a cat?"