The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 569 - 451 ends, updating...

Chapter 569: Chapter 451 ends, updating...

At an ancient ruin.

"King of Black Phosphorus," the voice sounded again.

The mountain range quivered as a massive yet extremely aged cage lifted its own head, its scales, which had completely lost their vitality like charcoal, stood on end.

Its body was too old and heavy, making it time-consuming to regain flexibility in its neck.

"We should continue to cooperate, just as we did before," the voice said. "The barriers of those continents are very weak, we can go there to explore more possibilities, rather than wandering here aimlessly."

"Do you think I am here to watch over you for no reason?" the Old Black Dragon shed a few broken charcoal scales, which began to smoke upon hitting the stones, rolling out Dark Flames, and when they landed, they turned into a clump of flames.

Flames Never Die, a small piece of rotting scale could provide endless energy, allowing the fire to keep burning.

In the flickering firelight, something in the darkness was approaching.

"Balance," the voice said, his feet stopping right at the edge illuminated by the burning scale, only a pair of pale and clean feet visible in the light of the fire.

"Because I’m a fucking fool for trusting people!" The Old Black Dragon snorted smoke from its nostrils, "The biggest mistake of my life is trusting people too easily! And now you’re trying to fool me again! I’m sick of staying in this place, I’m warning you not to come lurking around every day, or I’ll slap you dead!"

"Forgive me for doing so, King of Black Phosphorus," the figure didn’t feel threatened by the Old Black Dragon, he continued, "Our cooperation has always been smooth."

"Fuck you!" The Old Black Dragon could not help but curse angrily, "A smooth cooperation means me always at a loss? Where’s my benefit, where’s my benefit!"

The more it thought, the angrier it became, suddenly lifting its claw to slap the figure hidden in the darkness to death.

"Much better! I’ve told you not to lurk around me." The Old Black Dragon scoffed at the Abyss, "Every day they spread that the Abyss is terrifying, that the unknown is terrifying, bullshit! The more people know about me, the more afraid they’ll be of me!"

"King of Black Phosphorus—" the voice dragged out, but the other party did not dare to show themselves again.

"Sleeping!"

The Old Black Dragon curled its head beneath its wings, its body blending completely into the mountain range, as it continued its watch.

But after a while, the figure of an unclothed man appeared slowly.

Staying here was too boring; he wanted to go out and find some fun.

The presence in the dark watched as the Old Black Dragon’s condensed figure departed, ultimately staying hidden in the darkness. Since the Old Black Dragon was determined to block his path, he could only obediently wait here.

However, the Abyss was not without other methods. It was a pity that the Beast King Level enforcer he had targeted before was dead; otherwise, he could have continued dealing with the Old Black Dragon.

Now, he could only hope that the man who had replaced the Lionheart King could be of help, yet there had been no response for a long time.

...

At Stone Beast Fort harbor, a slightly ragged team disembarked from the ship.

Strangely, the leader was a young man with colorful hair, dressed in a light noble’s robe adorned with unusual gem badges, beautiful bird feathers, and patterns such as brooms, hats, rabbits, and frogs woven with unusual gold thread.

"Your Highness, we should not linger here," said a dark-skinned bald man among the escorts, his cautious gaze surveying the surroundings.

"I’ve heard that humans are not safe in the Land of Beasts," his hollow eyes scrutinized every Beastman.

Or maybe it was an illusion, but he felt that the Beastmen didn’t seem to be preparing to rob or kill but were... scared? Odd, why should Beastmen fear humans?

"Do we have anywhere else to go?" the handsome young man asked, dancing fingers pulling on threads to produce a pleasant melody.

"It appears not, Your Believers have already overturned your faith," the dark-skinned man said, "Those evildoers want to use your head to worship those Evil Gods, you should run to a place where nobody knows you."

"So we’re here," the handsome young man was still relaxed.

He looked at the surrounding Beastmen and said, "Their eyes seem very clear, they should be easy to deceive...uh, I mean, they will like my stories, right?"

"Your Highness, I think it’s best not to do so, we are weak, and I only have 3 rings."

"A story can touch the heart!" the handsome young man shook his head, "You have to believe in the purest power; your strength is weakened because you no longer harbor goodness."

"The Ring of Magic has been shattered, Your Highness, there is no one in this world who is optimistic, nor does anyone harbor goodness," the dark-skinned man stated.

"No, you don’t understand! The charm of words is irreplaceable," the handsome young man shook his head.

Then he looked at a passing Beastman with bull horns, his eyes brightened, and he quickly approached: "What’s your mother’s maiden name?"

...

The Enstad Continent, referred to by the Undead as one of the "three Newbie Village Continents."

The Kingdom of Trees, established by the New Nobility after defeating the Old Nobility, was thriving.

The coming and going of the Undead formed an alliance to resist the Abyssal Great Rift, but the Undead were not the main force of this kingdom.

The New Nobility offered their loyalty to the Goddess of Life, gaining strong powers, being able to transform into powerful Life Races for combat, and able to cultivate great trees to fight for them, with defenses being unbreakable from the very beginning.

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