The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 625 - 480 Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon Evolution Path_2

Chapter 625: Chapter 480 Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon Evolution Path_2

"What is it?"

"Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon, a type of Blood Wart Demon that can fly, much larger in size."

"So, the greatsword I specifically prepared was saved."

Lind had prepared a special greatsword corrupted by a curse as a unique mission reward, together with personal information on the Black Knight, to satisfy the Undead’s pursuit of the main storyline.

Now, suddenly, Melulan had obtained "Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon" information left by the Bloodline Ancestor, clearly more suitable as a reward than the special greatsword he prepared.

Hiss~

A black snake with a forked tongue slithered in, landing in front of the blood pool and looking at the Black Knight in ferocious armor.

He sat beside the blood pool, one hand on his sword. Behind him, the narrow blood pool, like waves against rocky shores at high tide, ceaselessly lapped and struck, exuding an oppressive aura reminiscent of the "Bloodline traitor."

The greatsword in the hands of the Black Knight was particularly strange; it was a Bloody Greatsword imbued with flesh and the Abyssal Curse. Its spine was wrapped in scale armor, somewhat cumbersome, the blade bore the patterns of hundred refinements, resembling runes, and the sword’s edge featured menacing long horns, like the Abyssal Calamity. The pommel, shaped like a demonic claw, clutched a crimson bead.

The entire sword seemed as if it might animate at any moment.

The black snake coiled, transforming into a mist of darkness.

As the dark mist dispersed, the Crimson Lady knelt on the ground. Did the Blood Clan now not realize that maybe Melulan was not the Bloodline Ancestor, and that that "traitor" represented nobler bloodline? Actually, none of that mattered; whoever survived the longest was the Ancestor. Loyalty was absolute only before the powerful.

The Crimson Lady dared not lift her head again, fearing that the animate sword would devour her.

"Glorious Melulan, the Undead attack on the Sekapus Kingdom has met resistance; nobody has breached the Dragon Blood Forest."

After finishing, she noticed no one paid her any attention, and silently lifted her head.

The blood pool remained, and the Black Knight as well.

Reporting the movements of the Undead was Melulan’s order; unlike Lind, she couldn’t monitor the Undead anytime, anywhere, and her means to gather information were severely limited.

This NPC was acting very unprofessionally.

Lind could tell that Melulan knew he was here and had tossed the challenge to him. NPCs from other places would have eagerly issued tasks by now.

He asked, "What still lacks in Thousand Faces City?"

"We trade with Rand Kingdom, armor, weapons, food supplies, Magic Potion, and more, nothing is missing."

It was more than enough; it was overflowing.

In the year without the Undead, although Rand Kingdom restrained its development, many professions couldn’t simply be banned; massive unemployment would cause unrest, and regardless of production control, the storehouses were still filled.

Now the return of the Undead showed no interest in ordinary lotteries, and compared to the Black Knight’s prize pool, they were not even on the same level, so everyone saved up.

"We still lack bloodstock, lacking fresh blood."

As she spoke, the Crimson Lady cautiously glanced at the Black Knight.

Blood Clan needed to drink blood; the former vineyards were just the tip of the iceberg. Now, with the Blood Clan in a demographically weak position, quenching their thirst for blood had become quite difficult.

...

The battle in Dragon Blood Forest was at a stalemate, the Undead gradually retreated.

Eventually, they chose to set up camp on the outside.

Resourceful Undead soon began selling various snacks, and others erected temporary arenas, taverns, blacksmith and armor shops, and more.

Business was reserved for the prepared Undead.

The greatest impression this game offered the Undead was one of immersion, not just from the realistic environments but also the time, the dullness of travel, the boredom waiting for battle, and more.

Day and night passed second by second; there was no way to skip, so everyone found various ways to pass the time.

When it was time to fight, they fought hard; when resting, they played hard.

In an open-air tavern,

Half Fishman, Night Fiend, Blood Wart Demon, regular Undead Wizards, Undead Knights, and a six-man squad in Dragonized Soldier gear were seated around a table.

This modest team was sufficient to handle various situations. The squad leader, a Dragonized Soldier, had once reached the top two thousand in the 1.0 Snake Catcher Fortress ladder match but unfortunately was later eliminated.

Seeing the conditions then, he was almost at the top 3000 Undead’s level but later fell behind as he couldn’t keep up with the updates.

The current 3000 Undead, although working as mercenaries in Magic Land, encountered NPCs that were easily boss-level, no longer comparable.

"Can anyone push Sekapus to the second phase?"

The first to speak was the Night Fiend.

As a Believer of the Lady of the Night, born with an extremely high Magic Talent, although physically frail and regardless of gender becoming female after turning into Night Fiends, the Lady of the Night was still a highly favored deity.

The reason also lies in her Crest, which inflicts spell damage with each attack.

"Now there is none who can break through the blood skin, that BOSS is simply not something we can handle at this stage."

The next to speak was the Blood Wart Demon.

The Blood Clan had always been in an awkward position, currently acting as meat shields in battles, taking the deadliest hits, often paired with Wizards.

"Why do I feel like this BOSS is invincible?"

"Didn’t one of your Blood Wart Demon buddies say that defeating the Giant would earn a reward?"

"Damn, wait a minute, could it be that this BOSS can only be defeated by plot?"

They had seen plot-defeated BOSSes before.

Such as the earliest Carrion Queen, later the Siege Giant outside Star Dragon City, and then Dragon King Kote, even in the Magic Land there was CG of the Lionheart King.

As enemies grew stronger, whenever they couldn’t win, it was time for a powerful NPC to step in.

"Are we missing something?"

The group exchanged glances, simultaneously, the Undead gathered around discussing fervently, eventually directing all suspicions towards the Undead Blood Wart Demon Kerrigan.

Kerrigan: "Huh? Did I miss anything? No, I didn’t."

He recounted repeatedly, saying, "I’ve posted the video, definitely didn’t miss anything."

But his friend gave him a punch, "Damn, could it be that you’re the only one who received the main plot task? Without your appearance, we can’t continue the story."

His friend got that analysis from elsewhere.

Tens of thousands of people brainstormed, taking the inability to "trigger the CG" as a doubt, never considering that the ’Giant’ Sekapus’ strength was too formidable for them to inflict any damage, only believing that the conditions to trigger the plot weren’t met.

Kerrigan also felt a bit guilty.

After receiving the task, he had just hidden away, never considering going to the battlefield to die, reasoning that this was his "only" task, no matter how others fought, the main role was his and couldn’t be taken by anyone.

Now being pointed out, he felt a bit awkward.

But, trying to kill Sekapus was like trying to kill a turtle’s son; you couldn’t even get close, just entering the range would encounter the strongest "Blood Bar Clearing Technique" in history, not wanting to continuously die and run maps, so Kerrigan preferred to keep hiding.

"Then I’ll go... hey hey, guys, what are you doing?"

Ten minutes later, a group of Undead carried the bound Kerrigan towards the Dragon Blood Forest.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Blood Forest.

The situation was not as optimistic as imagined, relying on Deities did indeed block the Undead’s attacks, but ’Giant’ Sekapus not taking action meant they were completely trapped within the Dragon Blood Forest.

Prince Louis’ smile vanished, his spirit once again wilted.

They were trapped in a cage.

"General!" the Sentinel rushed back.

Fulin Mueen had yet to speak when Prince Louis eagerly asked, "What happened? The Undead attacked again?"

"Yes."

"How many this time?"

"Only about a dozen, but..."

"But what? Why only a dozen? Do they have some kind of special weapon?"

"No, those dozen people were pressing down on a strange creature, it looked like a captive."

"Huh?"

Prince Louis was puzzled, and so were the others.

What was this about?

Sending a hostage or attempting to negotiate?

Even Prince Louis was already considering, if they were trying to negotiate, whether he should just accept while coming down the slope.

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