The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 595 - 462 Then I’ll Start the Test Directly_2

Chapter 595: Chapter 462 Then I’ll Start the Test Directly_2

A crow carrying two blood-red feathers tucked its wings and dove towards the ground, exploding into a burst of black fog as it landed. When the fog coalesced once more, it had transformed into a pale-faced woman with crimson lips, dressed in a black skirt.

"Great Melulan! We have located the whereabouts of the Tainted Blood!"

"Where is it?"

"On a secluded island at the border of Moktelyria Province, there lies a Black Tower."

A Black Tower? Melulan would never forget that she, too, had once been imprisoned within a tower, nor would she forget how, even after her death, her body was sold for research, dismembered, and crudely reassembled into a monster with the use of Limb Attachment Magic.

"The bloodline of the Blood Clan is pure and inviolable."

The movements within Thousand Faces City were highly secretive, and this unruly force of chaos was careful in its actions. As a country with well-established laws, Rand Kingdom would never allow criminals who violated the law to exist, so Melulan became a haven for this group of chaotic elements.

In the center of the lake and islands, the vast expanse of water chased the shifting winds, its surface undulating unpredictably.

Wearing a red robe and draped in a crimson coat adorned with Mystic Runes, Melulan stood on the ship, watching the helmsman steer the vessel steadily towards the solitary island.

A leather belt cinched her slender waist even tighter, yet everyone present knew that her beauty was not her weapon. Anyone who saw her would only associate her with the name of the Bloodline Ancestor, with everything else being merely an accessory.

"It took us a lot of time to find this place, as it was never marked on any map, and is often shrouded by storms. If the earthquake had not destroyed the Magic Circle, this place might have forever remained unexplored," said a portly man, also dressed in a red robe.

He had once been a monk, perhaps offering prayers day and night to a deity somewhere. However, the man was terrified of dying, and Melulan could smell the pungent odor of his body, his internal organs desiccated, no longer able to contain the emission of the foul smell.

It was no secret that vampires could "heal" death, but Melulan had made no promises.

The lowliest Blood Wart Demon was the "highest" reward she could offer. To attain the flawless form like that of the Crimson Lady, let alone the Crimson Nobility, was absolutely impossible.

The portly man continued to boast, toying with a coin in his hand, "The sailors were terrified when they first set foot on the island; unprepared to encounter the abomination of Tainted Blood. They barely escaped with their lives and quickly spread the word, and I immediately came to inform you."

Aware that Melulan was not one for idle chatter, the portly man was brief and to the point, emphasizing his own role and glossing over some less significant details.

The truth was that he was playing both sides. After discovering that the forces of Thousand Faces City and Rand Kingdom could coexist peacefully, he became intrigued.

The recent southern conquest of the Sekapus Kingdom’s red clay by Rand Kingdom was no secret. Military expeditions required financial support, and it was time for him to turn a profit.

But he wanted more, not just wealth; he wanted to live.

His discovery of the vampire in the Black Tower on the isolated island had been accidental, and he nearly got completely annihilated by the creature.

The allure of Immortality was strong, so he arranged for another visit to the island, seeking to acquire a powerful body. However, the island’s vampire, distinct from the noble Blood Clan of Thousand Faces City, could not be communicated with. It was bloodthirsty and exceedingly strong.

Unable to overcome it and loath to waste the discovery, he leaked the information.

Little did he expect his tip-off would attract the legendary Black Law Bloodsucking Queen.

"Have you tried to learn Magic?" Melulan turned to the portly man.

"Tricks," he replied sheepishly, "but I could only learn to pour oil and light fires."

The situation was probably worse than what he let on; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so desperate to prolong his life. Nowadays, in both Rand Kingdom and Black Marsh Kingdom, anyone with talent willing to endure hardships could first obtain Magic Potion via "loans" to enhance their strength. So, to maintain an ordinary status under such national conditions meant, most likely, having no talent at all.

"Stay on the ship, then, with the rest," said Melulan as she stood up.

The Black Tower on the solitary island was still some distance away, yet she could already feel the oppressive force emanating from her bloodline.

She was confident not only she but the rest of the Blood Clan felt similarly.

Tainted Blood? It was just a term she had casually used. From this bloodline suppression, she could tell that the other party was the genuine Bloodline Ancestor.

However, today, that figure had to die.

Melulan leaped out, transforming into a black mist and flying towards the Black Tower. The other members of the Blood Clan followed suit, either turning into black fog or crows, pursuing her.

Suddenly, the sky was in chaos.

The sailors on the ship stood stupefied, looking up, but they could never imagine that the mighty Melulan was heading to displace the occupant, and after a war, the survivor would be the legitimate one.

"Boom!"

An alchemical bomb suddenly exploded.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"—!

A series of explosions almost flipped the entire island over, as for the iconic Black Tower, it had collapsed at the first sign of explosion.

The sailors on the ship looked at each other in dismay.

Why was the battle somewhat different from what they had imagined?

If it was about fighting with money, they could do that too.

...

Magic Land.

Lind’s expression was somewhat solemn, but with the "Heart of the Fox," no one could see through his state, only assuming he was deep in thought.

Probably only Tione, with her exceptionally pure mind, could sense some of the truth, which might also be related to the large shard of the Ring of Magic she possessed.

Ever since Beast Girl Soralis secretly sent messages while praying to the Beastmaster, Lind had become alert.

The round-faced Princess also wanted to subdue the Undead.

He had known this for a while, but because he had always worked hard to shape the Undead’s loyalty to "Lind," and he didn’t want to burn bridges, she had refrained from making a move on the Undead.

If things went according to "plot," Magdalena, representing an important NPC of the human rebirth forces, would surely win the loyalty of the Undead and become a guide NPC for the new map.

But with Lind around, he wanted to be the intermediary between the Undead and NPCs and certainly would not allow Magdalena to occupy such an important position.

The two were competitors.

Now that the round-faced Princess had shaken him off and was trying to lure the Undead in other Material Planes, she was stealing Lind’s livelihood.

If Magdalena really secured a pivotal position, Lind might end up tied to the identity of a "BOSS," and he wouldn’t have a chance to clear his name. Moreover, he suspected that if the "authorities" found out he was set by the Abyss to be a BOSS, they might give him a nudge, like directly listing Lind as the top BOSS that must be fought.

Both parties had always competed on different levels—the "authorities" controlled the absolute "plot trends," but what they could do in this world was far less than what Lind could achieve, hence the bizarre competition.

However, Lind was also clear that the authorities couldn’t truly make the Undead fight against him; he was just a spear chosen by the Abyss—replaceable upon death, and such replacement did nothing to halt the invasion of the Abyss.

Lind believed the authorities wouldn’t obstruct him.

But Lind also didn’t believe that Magdalena was the only one in the world who would suddenly seem guided by some revelation and start plotting early to recruit followers.

If the number of NPCs like Magdalena increased, the Undead would be divided into countless forces.

Different national factions, different religious factions, etc.—the aims of the "authorities" were hard to say, but it was certain they didn’t care which deities the Undead were loyal to or which powers they chose to wield.

If the Undead joined the embrace of different factions, he would be the one at the greatest loss.

"My lord?"

"We should go back," Lind looked at William.

"Home?" William was surprised; he did indeed miss his brothers and sisters, "When?"

"Now."

Lind looked at everyone present; he didn’t need everyone to follow him.

If you want to set up your game, then I’m going to flip the table.

Let’s cancel everything; everyone starts from scratch!