The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 619 - 477: Melulan’s Black Knight_2

Chapter 619: Chapter 477: Melulan’s Black Knight_2

"I get it!"

Yes, he got it. He understood the gameplay this time and, after confirming that the Black Knight had nothing else to explain, quickly got up and left.

Outside the hall, looking at the dense crowd and the rapidly increasing number of live viewers, O*O* said, "I already know how to play next."

He elaborated, "The gameplay is actually something everyone has already experienced. It’s the underground city gameplay. However, although many interesting underground cities have been developed, everyone forgot the most crucial point—no one is raiding these dungeons. So, we must continuously expand the map to attract new enemies to attack, which makes expanding into a bigger map very important for us."

Everyone generally agreed with this since they had joined the Black Knight’s "Dark Force" and were definitely supposed to take the offensive.

Knowing the gameplay and knowing what to do next are different things.

"Ti Gang, just speak your mind. What should we do next?"

"Yeah, if we can push back the Alliance, we should be able to walk sideways on the Enstad Continent. But it’s not easy to deal with 12 on the other side. Even the Black Knight can’t possibly go 1V12."

O*O* cleared his throat and said, "Now that everyone understands the direction of the game, our most important task next is to split these 12 deities and then break them one by one."

"Damn, how can you talk about such a secretive thing. There are enemies in the live stream."

"Yeah, I already know. How are you going to trick us later?"

"What, there are enemies here? Everyone attack together!"

"Ugh!"

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"

A small part of the area erupted in conflict, but most people were still waiting for O*O*’s judgment because he was the first to discover that the Black Knight could also be an optional faction for the Undead. Everyone believed he must have understood the Black Knight’s intentions.

Even when bored at night, O*O* would livestream and analyze the plot together. Although it often digressed, he always managed to explain himself, thus slowly becoming one of the "big shots."

"With so many people, everyone already knows the gameplay, so it’s no big deal to say it outright," O*O* said nonchalantly, "But our battle with the Alliance will likely lead to fierce internal consumption. It could also end up in a stalemate. It all depends on the choices of both sides, so I think it’d be best for everyone to sit down together and work out a viable plan."

After finishing his statement, he immediately turned off the live stream and quickly gathered a few trustworthy friends he used to play with.

"You just gave a whole spiel of nonsense. What are you trying to do?"

"Do you really want to discuss plans with those fucking Alliance guys?"

"I don’t see it happening. Both sides have been heated for a while now, and there are those old MMO guilds stirring up trouble."

"The Alliance’s ’Royalty’? A bunch of idiots. I call myself ’Invincible Legend’. These people don’t know where they came from, and they walk around all shiny with fucking golden wings."

"I heard someone got a lot of good equipment from the deities? The golden wings are part of the attire given by one of the deities."

O*O* waited for his companions to quiet down before asking, "You guys say the other side will reward divine equipment, so why wouldn’t the Black Knight? He has many items that are quite similar to those from the Magic Land Mechanical Divine Sect, and the Black Knight definitely can’t afford to lose. Don’t worry about the equipment; he will surely upgrade ours."

Only when everyone was looking at him did he finally say, "The real action plan, haven’t I told you already? Between the two major forces, we can only wage a war of attrition. This version is all about PVP from the beginning, isn’t it?"

The others nodded.

But the topic quickly shifted again.

"I heard they got quite a lot of Divine Equipment, overshooting the model immediately, and Magic Items that can burst out damage typical of Deities’ regular attacks. However, the royal family has always been secretive and won’t say a thing."

"I guessed as much," Knight confidently stated, "they must have completed a hidden quest. I’m not too sure about other areas, but the Black Knight Camp is definitely pushing the boss. Every time they kill a boss, a new altar gets unlocked, and there might be new equipment available."

"The Abyss set is still an all-purpose tool, our overall combat power is slightly stronger."

"We need to gather more people, sneak an attack."

The battle among the Undead had already begun.

Lind had no intention of intervening. As long as those Deities didn’t make an appearance, he wouldn’t randomly enter the fray. Moreover, due to "NPC in-fighting," a significant issue had arisen nowadays. Even the Deities knew they had to increase rewards and mimic the issuing of quests.

Nobody is a fool. The behavior of the Black Knights, along with the Undead’s style of working—when they work, they not only don’t guard against NPCs but even consider teaching NPCs as something worth flaunting, under the glorified name of ’training NPCs.’

Thus, currently, Lind’s competition pressure was extremely high. The tactic of snatching people was gradually losing its effectiveness. As for the underground city gameplay, it could only become a leisurely entertainment method, not a main or significant part. It was impossible to snatch Undead, at most attracting some Undead who enjoyed casual games to experience it.

He lifted himself from the throne.

White Wolf Knight William followed beside him, not saying a word.

He slashed with one hand, space shattered, traveling through different Material Planes using the Power of the Abyss. Although he didn’t particularly like this power, it brought him a lot of conveniences.

Shilu Continent, Black Marsh Kingdom.

Melulan’s right hand pierced through the "Bloodline Ancestor’s" throat, her crimson nails successfully removing the last shred of flesh from the opponent’s cervical spine, but the Ancestor’s vitality was still beyond her expectations.

This battle had been ongoing for one or two months. Her clothes were completely torn apart; many of the powerful Crimson Nobility and Crimson Ladies had also died in large numbers; the sacrifices were not insignificant.

Her abdominal wound was writhing. From a wound as thick as a wrist, strands of velvety flesh spread out, rapidly weaving together and finally solidifying, healing her wound.

And in her hands, holding the Ancestor who could only act on instinct but possessed a life force far exceeding hers—if Melulan got her head smashed, important organs removed, then pierced through the heart, she might possibly die, and if cremated, death was certain. Yet the "Ancestor" in front of her could always hold on, even if reduced to the last drop of blood, there was still a chance for resurrection.

During this time, Melulan had once reduced the opponent to a tiny piece of flesh. She thought the battle was over, but unexpectedly, a crow descended from the sky to peck at that small piece of flesh, and then it became the reliance for the "Ancestor’s" resurrection.

In one careless moment, the flesh fled by relying on the crow and then pounced on a Crimson Lady, absorbing the energy of her flesh and blood and fully recovering in the blink of an eye.

Thus, though Melulan had won, she couldn’t keep pushing hard. She could only keep smashing the opponent’s head, preventing it from thinking.

The method was minimally effective.

The "Ancestor" often acted on instinct more than proactive thought.

"Caw caw!" A crow landed on the ground, quite a distance away from Melulan, turning into a Crimson Lady clad in a black skirt amidst a cloud of black mist.

She, dressed like a female practitioner in a tight long dress, her hands gently crossed over her lower abdomen, her expression filled with awe, and a hint of... confusion.

The so-called "Ancestor," Melulan, did possess extremely strong power, but why was her regenerative ability not as good as the rebellious bloodline before her?

"Great Melulan."

She, dressed like a female practitioner in a tight long dress, her hands gently crossed over her lower abdomen, her expression filled with awe, and a hint of... confusion.

The so-called "Ancestor," Melulan, did possess extremely strong power, but why was her regenerative ability not as good as the rebellious bloodline before her?

"Great Melulan."