The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 568 - 450: Sword Saints Everywhere_2

Chapter 568: Chapter 450: Sword Saints Everywhere_2

Barrage: "Second ring? Holy shit, isn’t that the boss that’s got me stuck right now?"

"I’ve watched this episode, and everyone’s an Undead. Why can’t I even beat your cat!"

"Losing is normal, okay? That cat is like an internal test version, plus it’s a pet from the new grand map and the equipment it wears is fused with several kinds of technology; even with money, we can’t buy those in our village."

"From what I understand, Magic Land must be experiencing inflation; it’s normal not to afford it."

Red Bubble continued the broadcast, "The impact we, the Undead, have on the world is permanent, and I believe everyone has confirmed this many times. Next are some submissions from the Undead, some have turned the game into a dating sim, others have managed to get wanted by NPCs for playing Werewolf; here’s to everyone finding more joy in the Land of Magic."

The end of the video showed player submissions with fantastic editing.

Lind finished watching the video; he was the show’s loyal audience. To get key messages, he had to stay informed about the Undead’s activities, and the current situation hadn’t exceeded his expectations; without his presence, the Undead forces were still "at a disadvantage."

The Undead are, of course, very strong against the native humans, but humans have never really been the enemy. Calamities, All Gods, and others are the predefined game enemies and also the main rhythm of the game.

Without his various kinds of help, the Undead’s development speed had been fast, but defeating the Abyssal Lord out of their league would be impossible.

What Lind cared more about was the version update mentioned by the Undead.

Unlike the Undead who took this world entirely as a game, Lind was very aware that this world was absolutely real; he had also witnessed the "officials’" helplessness several times.

So there was no question of having to offer help for the sake of gameplay experience; if the Undead couldn’t do it, the officials had no solution, and the Undead had to face it themselves.

There likely wouldn’t be an update; with so many Undead and not much time since the last breakthrough of the level cap, the "officials" definitely couldn’t achieve a second update in a short period.

Lind’s conjecture was also related to being with the Beastmaster every day, who divided his power among the Undead; the more he divided, the weaker he became.

However, just as soon as the Beastmaster reclaimed his power, he could bulk up in one go.

With just 3000 Undead, it wasn’t much now, but that might change. So Lind was in conversation with the Lady of the Night, trying to get her into the game. The Lady of the Night was weak, sure, but still counted as one of the Deities. If enough people worshipped her, her power could increase.

However, the Lady of the Night wasn’t very enthusiastic and lacked initiative, which greatly displeased Lind. He thought he might take the time to open another "world boss" event; of course, this time, it wouldn’t just be the Undead fighting the Lady of the Night.

Let Soralis shut the doors and release Ull!

...

From the Corrupt King’s Territory, a fully armed Beastman squad set out toward a place named "Undead-led Newbie Village," which was a rather strange name.

Princess Magdalena with the round face had protested against this name multiple times, suggesting it should use "Desert Base" or "The Last Light of Humanity" with strong symbolic significance, giving strength from the name itself.

She also expressed that she didn’t discriminate against the Undead and was willing to sacrifice herself for humanity’s last flame; even turning into ashes as an Undead is worthy of respect, so changing it directly to Undying City wouldn’t be a problem either.

But her suggestions were vetoed by Lind every time, even though her aunt was the Corrupt King.

Lind hadn’t forgotten that his real enemies were the "officials," and then the Calamities and those not-so-sane Deities, and now he had to add those things sealed underneath cities like Misty Rain City.

Snatching up Undead always had to be the top priority; everything else could be postponed. Hence, the Undead were not important, and Desert, The Last Light of Humanity, all were unimportant; Newbie Village was what mattered most.

Simple and straightforward, plain to see.

It gave the feeling of something clearly official, a powerful sense of detachment that indeed could worsen the playing experience, but what did that have to do with Lind? He just needed to think about how to absorb the Undead.

If later on, when Magic Land opened and the Undead spontaneously headed for "Undead-led Newbie Village" right away, that would be considered a success.

The Beastman squad had spent quite a while in the Corrupt King’s Territory, but it had been tranquil; the Beasts were lazy, and most of them were not strong, so they decided to head for the "Undead-led Newbie Village" that had destroyed Lionheart Fort, trying to claw out a path for themselves.

Leaving behind Red Swamp, a land bloody yet serene, they cast it behind them.

Before them stretched a road covered in yellow sand, blending with the twilight sky, like a massive ombre yellow cloth pulled together, reserving a begrudging blue only at its zenith.

The road ahead showed no vegetation; this was a forsaken desert zone, where no trees, wildflowers, or any such thing could grow; the place lacked more than just water.

Looking up at the sky.

"It looks like a plum," the second Beastman, clad in bone armor, squinted at the sky, the harsh desert sun making his mouth sour.

"We’ll be there soon," said the eldest Beastman, carrying a broad-bladed greatsword.

The Beastman team’s absolute core, who was also revered by all the others, for the Beastman leader was a Sword Saint!

Sword Saints, relying on their own courage, challenge formidable enemies, lifting their swords towards death time and again, then claiming victory from the jaws of countless deaths, never shunning battle.

To have the title of "Sword Saint" meant possessing the qualifications to step into the cornerstone of Beastman strength.

The Beastmen, known for their ferocity and valor, held the strongest in high esteem, even the Beast King would regard a Sword Saint with special reverence.

The scorching sunlight made the road ahead dazzlingly bright.

Finally, they crossed the desert and arrived at a mountain range; the road ahead was no longer flat as mountains rose in succession, one after another.

The previously blistering sunlight now seemed to flee far away from this place, as if the sun was reluctant to have too much contact with the mountains, leaving the valleys and mountain ranges bitterly cold.

The Beastman squad felt as if they had gone from the sweltering heat of summer to the icy chill of winter in an instant.

After traversing this region, the uneven mountain road started to straighten out, and up ahead, a grand city-state under construction appeared, seemingly built with the initial goal of surpassing the mountains. The low hills seemed dwarfed by the city walls.

Such a colossal city capable of rivaling the mountains—how much manpower, how much strength must be required to build it?

"Here, in the future, it might not be inferior to any other Beast King’s Territory," the Beastman leader seriously judged.

They believed they had come to the right place.

The road to that grand city-state was like a pilgrimage.

Soon they learned how such a magnificent structure came to be.

"It’s the human Mages, they’re using spells for transportation!"

"Wait, isn’t that a Sword Saint?"

The Beastman leader suddenly sensed something amiss. As a Sword Saint himself, he was sensitive to others with the same aura; he could tell that the figure using magic to transport large stones ahead was a Sword Saint.

The ability to recognize another’s title was like a beast’s instinct. However, most Beastmen couldn’t discern everyone’s title and profession at a glance. The Beastman leader could feel his own title of Sword Saint murmuring, as the Beast Power in his blood surged like thunder.

A human Mage actually bore the title of Sword Saint, yet the strong presence was undoubtedly genuine.

It was like seeing a candlelit flame piercing the darkness; the Beastman leader was convinced he was not mistaken.

Why would a proud and mighty Sword Saint be moving stones?

He hadn’t yet found the answer to his question when the "flame" of his sensation appeared again, and it was multiplying.

Looking over, he saw a group of humans, merry and frolicking, jogging past.

Not strong in might, but... every single one was a Sword Saint!

The Beastman leader’s thoughts whirled like the dust storms he encountered in the desert, or the cold winds that danced through the nostrils in the canyon.

"Why are there Sword Saints everywhere?"

His own proud Sword Saint identity was now commonplace here.

"Rein in your temper, behave, and don’t cause trouble!" warned the Beastman leader seriously to his brothers.

Just like the name of the gigantic city-state ahead, "Undead-led Newbie Village," was unfathomable, this place was mysterious and terrifying. It might be very difficult to make a name for oneself here.

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