The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 602 - 467: Sever the Limbs, Join the Glorious Evolution!

Chapter 602: Chapter 467: Sever the Limbs, Join the Glorious Evolution!

Soon, the number of Undead who chose to join the Black Knight exceeded 30,000.

Some Undead were unwilling to abandon their "righteous" identities, intent on being good people, while another part of the Undead did not enjoy PVP content, preferring more leisurely gameplay.

Like those dedicated to ranch management or simulation business types, even the most tempting offers couldn’t make them bat an eye. Their favorite content was already present in the Cloud Crown Kingdom—certainly, the picturesque Magic Kingdom held more allure than the entirely dusky Black Knight.

Shining brightly, looking splendid—the appeal was all in the looks.

The once verdant Kingdom of Trees had been stripped bare, but with the concerted effort of 30,000 level 30 Undead, it took only a few days to erect a massive structure.

Lind had also been busy during these days, apart from having William, transformed into the White Wolf Knight, occasionally help him post new quests, he had been relentlessly crafting equipment.

His cloak was already brimming with various Abyss Curse Equipment and Ghost Curse Equipment, most of which were based on enhancements and modifications of the Mechanical God Cult’s gear.

Thanks to his generous supply of resources, Iron Lump Nur could crazily compile materials to create various Magic Mechanical Armor, resulting in many useless scrap pieces. These scraps now had a purpose—given to the Undead for reimbursement.

A large crowd jostled and gazed eagerly ahead. The number of Undead who had arrived over the past few days was still growing, nearing 100,000. The Black Knight Army’s functionalities began to "unlock."

The first was the Abyss Prize Pool.

A lottery, indeed! They had seen the Undead who followed Lind often boast online, but their own side barely witnessed such events, even the so-called "most understanding of the Undead," the Cloud Crown Kingdom, had held a few lotteries, but they barely piqued the Undead’s interest.

A 100% win rate lacked any excitement—it might as well have been called a mission reward, a roundabout way of being dull.

"The Black Knight’s Abyss Prize Pool, open!" A familiar wooden sign was planted into the ground, and beside the Abyss Prize Pool stood a group of Golden Ghosts on guard.

"Damn, the Ghost Army!"

In the hearts of the Undead, the Black Knight’s cool factor had once again elevated. A lone wolf hero with no followers might have been attractive in concept, but they all appreciated a bit of grandeur.

Some were not afraid of death, drawing their Longsword and striking at a Golden Ghost. The Ghost’s reaction was quick, unsheathing its sword for a counter-attack, but the Undead’s sword failed to meet the Ghost’s blade, as if striking air.

The sword passed through the Ghost’s Longsword, its garments, and body, eventually hitting the ground as if nothing had been there at all.

Yet, when the Ghost’s sword encountered the Undead’s Longsword and their body, it made contact.

The ease with which it shifted from reality to illusion made the surrounding Undead warily regard this NPC.

Bang!

A puff of smoke exploded on the spot.

With this precedent set, everyone suddenly grew quiet.

Better to just partake in the lottery obediently.

Lottery still required points, but with not many missions available, they could at most participate two or three times, just to sate their appetites for now, and worry about earning more later.

"What in the world is this?"

The first Undead had already approached.

He had initially thought it was something spectacular, glittering with gold, only to find it was a metal arm.

The arm looked pretty, adorned with some very intricate gears, but it wasn’t clear who it was intended for.

"What’s so special about this arm?" the Undead were very puzzled.

It wasn’t the "wearable exoskeleton" they had imagined, but a complete human arm.

"It seems like it has a lot of added attributes, damn, it even comes with skills?"

"What’s the use of added attributes! I can’t just chop off my arm, can I?"

Those who didn’t draw what they wanted were getting rowdy, wanting to continue drawing, but some were promptly stopped by others who believed in not pushing one’s luck today, urging caution and second thoughts.

...

The Black Knight’s forces were mighty, but other kingdoms were having a headache.

They had no control over the Undead, and after all the Undead reached level 30, they couldn’t even compare in sheer strength, leaving them no choice but to coddle them.

But the Undead were not creatures of sentiment; they were happy to get involved emotionally when pleased, but at the slightest irritation, they could switch from being the good-natured neighbor to a village-slaughtering demon: "My shoes are wet, I quit playing!" they’d scoff, instantly changing faces.

So, they were absolutely clueless about how to handle this bizarre, collective rebellion of the Undead.

But in the depths of the unknown, it seemed as though some will had awakened and brought something with it.

Atop Raven’s Nest Cliff, a figure draped in crow feathers put down an ancient parchment book. They had already found the answers in ancient texts: the Undead, who once served as reinforcements, had resolutely abandoned Raven’s Nest Cliff and joined the terrifying Black Knight, who destroyed the entire Kingdom of Trees. The apocalypse loomed once more, and to oppose the invincible, one could only pray to a greater existence.

He pushed open the legendary Sealing Gate, the heavy rotational sound of its hinges almost tripped him, sounding like ropes, until a gap wide enough for two people to pass through was opened, and only then did the sound come through.

He walked in with a heavy heart.

On the Salt Alkali Plain, the vast, bare plain devoid of any grass, the Cavalry riding on White Shell Horses galloped joyously toward the direction of the Kingdom of Trees.

The Cavalry sitting on the backs of White Shell Horses were the Undead previously left on the Salt Alkali Plain. Upon receiving the news, this group of Undead immediately packed up all their belongings and set off, with no one able to stop them.

The departure of the Undead group also made the hearts of the rulers of the Salt Alkali Plain urgent. The Undead were incredibly powerful as allies, but as enemies, they were terrifying.

Almost all rulers, including those from the Cloud Crown Kingdom, subconsciously prayed to deities of unknown whereabouts.

Their objects of prayer were different, but the content of their prayers was remarkably similar, repeated over and over again.

"Destruction is imminent!"

...

He pushed open the legendary Sealing Gate, the heavy rotational sound of its hinges almost tripped him, sounding like ropes, until a gap wide enough for two people to pass through was opened, and only then did the sound come through.

He walked in with a heavy heart.

On the Salt Alkali Plain, the vast, bare plain devoid of any grass, the Cavalry riding on White Shell Horses galloped joyously toward the direction of the Kingdom of Trees.

The Cavalry sitting on the backs of White Shell Horses were the Undead previously left on the Salt Alkali Plain. Upon receiving the news, this group of Undead immediately packed up all their belongings and set off, with no one able to stop them.

The departure of the Undead group also made the hearts of the rulers of the Salt Alkali Plain urgent. The Undead were incredibly powerful as allies, but as enemies, they were terrifying.

Almost all rulers, including those from the Cloud Crown Kingdom, subconsciously prayed to deities of unknown whereabouts.

Their objects of prayer were different, but the content of their prayers was remarkably similar, repeated over and over again.

"Destruction is imminent!"