The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 638 - 485: This Sword of Mine, Stacked 30,201,244 Layers_2

Chapter 638: Chapter 485: This Sword of Mine, Stacked 30,201,244 Layers_2

The Scroll Elder, whose strength was acknowledged by all the undead as the strongest, had a simple reason for this: of the 12 deities, 10 had religious followings, and the Scroll Elder and his two devout deities fell under the same religion.

"Prince of Dual Swords, Merkdo!"

"Ana Ghost!"

"Damn, if they’re coming, the whole family is coming."

Even though it was three against one, the Melted Armor remained arrogantly poised, always utterly confident in its strength.

"Here we go again..."

"Let’s get out of here!"

The undead left.

The figures of the deities appeared, and the undead clearly realized...

"The big one is coming!"

The news that the Alliance’s 12 deities were stirring up trouble spread like a storm through the undead chat forums of the Enstad region, adding fuel to the long-stagnant war.

The undead of the Alliance were howling, feeling their blood heat up, "We are about to attack, it must be because we have the upper hand."

Looking at the Black Knight’s side, it was different.

The Black Knight had been missing for a long time, and the undead could not contact him. Although everyone believed that he would not disappear without a trace, most were still a bit panicked with the impending battle.

In the Alliance camp, the figure of Prince of Dual Swords, Merkdo, appeared in front of the undead army.

A dense mass—although chaotic at the scene, this powerful and mighty army brought a faint smile to the Prince of Dual Swords’ face.

Believers do not necessarily have combat powers, so even if they had hundreds of thousands of followers, the number of soldiers available for "holy war" was always very scarce, at most only a few tens of thousands.

Every undead believer, however, was an elite, each one ready for battle and extremely formidable.

The only dissatisfaction was that the opposing side also had undead as camp soldiers, and in greater numbers.

The scene was filled with noise and chaotic colors.

The undead were eagerly waiting for the "plot to begin," complaining about the mess from others that lost the epic feel, while also chatting with those around them about what exactly was to happen next—whether to start the battle immediately or wait a bit longer.

Prince of Dual Swords Merkdo walked to the forefront; as a Loyal Knight guarding the Scroll Elder, even though he was a "deity," he never forgot his duty.

Behind him, 11 deities arrived at the scene or found other ways to get the latest news at the first moment.

Merkdo knew that this was the result of a compromise after a debate; as the strongest, the Scroll Elder had to bring a sufficient force to test the waters.

No one could stop Ana Ghost when she went mad, and Merkdo, armed with dual blades, was the most skilled magic knight in close combat and he still had his sanity, able to guide Ana Ghost.

They had collaborated for a very long time.

Thus, they were chosen as the stone.

If they could break through the Black Knight Underground Graveyard, it would bring great benefits for the Scroll Elder, and even if they lost, the benefits wouldn’t disappear—Merkdo and Ana Ghost would only get hurt.

A no-lose deal.

Thinking this, the Prince of Dual Swords looked towards the undead.

He didn’t think he would lose, even if the Black Knight’s strength reached level 7, he couldn’t kill him, a level 6, with just one move.

What the Prince of Dual Swords cared more about at this moment was whether, like a sharpened blade, he could pierce through the enemies with his unwavering loyalty to the Scroll Elder and his devotion to the "story".

He was quite looking forward to the appearance of the Black Knight.

Then, he and Ana Ghost would join forces, using their unstoppable strength to put everything back on track.

The power of their alliance was strong, not just his own boasting, but the Scroll Elder had also said that even he might struggle against the Prince of Dual Swords and Ana Ghost when they joined forces.

But absolute loyalty ensured that the Prince of Dual Swords never thought of betrayal; he would adhere to every command from the Scroll Elder to the letter.

He was merely a weapon.

Ana Ghost? She was crazy and didn’t care so much.

"I will lead you in battle against the Black Knight!"

The Prince of Dual Swords declared.

Then, in the next moment, the undead erupted in celebration.

With the BOSS personally entering the fray, definitely one side was going to suffer.

Everyone tacitly agreed that the side without top fighters was doomed—this was clearly meant for the Black Knight Camp.

The war began.

The Prince of Dual Swords transformed into a meat grinder, his magic dual swords easily reaping the lives of the Undead. And when the Undead in the Black Knight Camp were ready to sacrifice themselves in a frenzied attack, they were immediately met with an even crazier enemy.

Ana Ghost flaunted her dried-up claws with the power of level 6.

Her appearance was like holding a limbless cloth doll, sun-dried so only the hide-wrapped claws of Beasts, haphazardly stabbed into the doll like making a scarecrow.

Using a trap sharp as a beast-catcher for teeth, her left eye a button, and her right eye plucked from a beautiful green-eyed girl. When you gaze into that pretty eye, you can still sense its lingering tenderness.

Then, masses of Undead met their deaths.

Ana Ghost, when facing powerful opponents, was on the defensive, but when confronting weaker Undead, the carnival began.

Prince Merkdo, wielding his magic blades, soothed the Undead before him.

"I’m very sorry," he seemed to be still adhering to some knightly code, "but this is war, for loyalty and faith."

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly rang out. Prince Merkdo turned to see Ana Ghost encountering her formidable nemesis, a White Wolf Knight wielding a Flame Sword.

She pressed her hands on her head, the tattered cloth burning into a black hole. Though Ana Ghost feared flames, the flames of Undead were not enough to harm her.

The opponent was a powerful enemy, but his aura was terrible—did he have the strength of level 4?

Prince Merkdo lifted his foot, easily navigating through the ranks of the Undead, stepping into the very center of the battlefield.

An invisible wall enclosed the White Wolf Knight and the suddenly timid Ana Ghost, cutting them off from the outside world.

He raised his sword.

"Crap, White Wolf got wiped out!"

"Charge, brothers, our NPCs are getting killed."

The Undead of the Black Knight Camp suddenly surged with excitement, the potential unleashed by passive and active protections entirely different.

But now no one even had the power to break through the invisible wall.

Prince Merkdo felt a bit of regret—was that all? The Black Knight’s strength probably wasn’t much either, or else he wouldn’t be hiding now.

One side victorious, momentum like a rainbow.

The other side, defeated like a collapsing mountain.

Even bearing the name of "justice," the Undead of the Alliance were howling, "Take everything but the needle and thread." No matter what the future holds, existence justifies itself.

Crushing the Black Knight, who constantly occupied the "certain to win" position, and defeating his undefeated legend, was like a medal of honor to be pinned to one’s own chest.

The ultimate purpose of the War of the Deities, still a battle for belief, was for the Undead, a "battle for popularity."

Which deity was stronger, more handsome, more worth following, would win over the Undead.

No Undead could withstand it; casualties on the Black Knight’s side grew heavier.

Until a figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

Horrific helmet with black horns, a Ghost Cloak, holding an ordinary weapon.

"The Black Knight’s back?"

"He’s back, charge!"

"Two bosses on the other side, can we beat them?"

The Black Knight, single-handedly holding his sword, looked down at Prince Merkdo.

In the next moment, he turned into a black meteor, crashing directly toward Prince Merkdo.

"Level 4?" Merkdo sensed the Black Knight’s strength, feeling disappointed—he had hoped the enemy would be stronger.

The opponent swept his sword. Merkdo raised his sword to block, but at the moment the blades touched, his face paled.

This sword, he couldn’t block!

The Black Knight calmly swung his sword, cleverly positioning Ana Ghost in the same swinging direction.

This sword, Lind stacked a total of 30,201,244 layers.

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