The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 640 - 486: The Giants’ Divine Skin Scroll_2

Chapter 640: Chapter 486: The Giants’ Divine Skin Scroll_2

Returning to the Black Knight Underground Graveyard.

The cleanup of the battlefield behind him no longer interested Lind; his attention was fully captured by the scroll that the "Giant," Sekapus, had willingly handed over.

When he first saw it, Lind felt as if the scroll was somehow fated for him.

He locked himself in his room, making sure that even if something truly happened, it would not emit a burst of golden light or black mist that could attract outside attention, and then he sat down in a chair and unfurled the scroll.

The faint luminescence was like that of rotting vegetation. Lind could feel an intense loathing emanating from the scroll, the "Sheepskin Scroll’s" abhorrence for the words written upon it.

This thing was a piece of Divine Skin.

He had encountered enough deities by now, whether weak or strong, their existence had already transcended the boundaries of humanity from the inside out.

So upon careful examination, it was not hard to notice the peculiar qualities of this "Sheepskin Scroll," not knowing from which god’s body the skin was peeled, nor the methods used to tan it into a scroll.

The one who crafted it was very powerful, and the one skinned was no weaker.

As Lind fully spread out the scroll, he became even more certain of his conjecture. The maker of the Divine Skin Scroll, even if not at the level of the Three Gods, must be close.

The strength of the skinned one was nearly the same.

For there written on it was a path to divinity, "Giant" Avista.

He had heard of Avista’s name, an unverifiable legend had once considered Avista to be the twin brother of Sun’s Testament, Leo the Lion. After the forging of the Ring of Magic was completed, it was said that He lifted the Ring of Magic into the sky.

However, unlike the Three Gods, Avista feared the primeval flames.

If Avista truly was the twin brother of Sun’s Testament, for Lind, it presented a pathway that could directly replace the Sun Knight, one he could step onto without any hesitation.

To hesitate for even a second was to disrespect power.

Just like the path Lind was on, step by step, drinking magic potions, training to improve, until ultimately power would guide him to become the new Sun’s Testament, the new Storm Knight, or perhaps the new Furnace Lord.

In theory, that was how it was supposed to be, but in reality, for each god there was a predesignated role, like the Beastmaster. Upon losing their power to the current Beastmaster, they could only fall into a slumber. Even if awakened, they could not regain their former strength unless they killed the Beastmaster.

Moreover, the path he was taking was called "Sun Knight," not "Sun’s Testament," which doomed him to peak possibly only at the level of the Knights of the Apocalypse, or perhaps even less.

"Become a god."

Lind carefully read the contents, which also recorded the methods of becoming "Deities," to have one’s own followers, to have one’s name proclaimed throughout the endless Material Plane.

It was not glossed over but written in great detail.

For instance, there were two choices for becoming a god. One was to create one’s own belief system, such as having a special image in history that was venerated by humans and gradually became deified.

This process could take hundreds or even thousands of years.

Another was like that of the Beastmaster, to directly find a deity, devise a way to take their place, and then do so.

Lind momentarily suppressed his thoughts.

The benefits of divinity were obvious, only sleep, no concept of death.

The drawbacks too were clear, one could be replaced, and even if not, one’s "Divine Authority" could confine them, forcibly narrowing their path.

Yet no matter how narrow, it would surely be much broader and brighter than the path of stealing from deities by drinking magic potions.

Under his control, he had gods such as the Lady of the Night, the Snake Queen, the Prince of Dual Swords, Ana Ghost, the Beastmaster, and so on.

But all of these without exception weren’t worth the trouble of stealing their divine status and power.

To take the power of his defeated subordinates and replace them was merely asking for trouble for oneself. People always strive upwards, never downward.

Lind’s gaze rested once more on the path of the "Giant" Avista, not to become a "Giant Knight," but a ’Giant’!

He clutched the Divine Skin Scroll in his hand.

To become a "god" and take its place wasn’t that simple; his materials for improving his strength might have to change from "Magic Potions" to "Deities."

But for now, he can still walk the path of "Giant Knight" for a bit, casually strengthening himself along the way, and it wouldn’t be too late to start consuming deities to boost his power when the time comes.

...

The clouds of war were cleaved in two by the sword of the Black Knight.

Life returned to the peace it once knew.

Black Knight’s Underground Tomb, just a day before, the red-named Undead members of the Alliance wielding various items had come knocking.

They eyed each other, all bearing red names.

Yet the atmosphere was amicable.

Each presence was necessary; they could help one another squeeze out valuable goods from the NPCs and then resell them.

"Damn, they actually opened up Ana Ghost, along with the Prince of Dual Swords—two world bosses in the Underground City?"

One of the red-named Undead from the Alliance expressed surprise. He had already seen this information on the forum, but seeing it in person, his expression was hard to control.

"The entrance fee is the same as that of an F-grade dungeon? Wait, the number of Undead allowed inside on each raid; holy shit, 10,000?"

"10,000 isn’t even enough to kill. Without using vehicles, I’d estimate we’d need at least 50,000."

"How will the loot be divided?"

With 50,000 people splitting the Boss loot, even if there was ample to go around, there wouldn’t be much left after dividing it 50,000 ways.

"Take a look at this line."

"Kill rewards? Dungeon rebate?"

Having played in the Black Knight’s Underground Tomb for so long, everyone was used to clearing the dungeon and then taking the treasures from the vault to sell or negotiate a distribution among themselves.

Since the dungeons were created by the Undead themselves, the rewards were also chosen by them.

"Oh, right, this is the game’s own dungeon, so it’s appropriate to give completion rewards."

Paying out rewards for 50,000 people, even taking the entrance fees into account, the official side would definitely be taking a big hit.

Through gaming up to this point, everyone had realized that most money and property didn’t just appear out of thin air; they had their own "refresh" mechanisms. Bored Undead had already been tracking and investigating and found that the daily lives of NPCs were truly worthy of scrutiny.

"I’ll go in and give it a try." The Undead paid the entrance fee and proceeded to the specially designated waiting area, preparing for the "Prince of Dual Swords Merkdo" Boss fight.

The numbers grew.

However, this time, the raid didn’t reach 50,000 people. After 90% agreed, they started the God Slaying Game with 40,000 people.

Double Sword Tornado!

The Prince of Dual Swords had pressed his longsword engulfed in Magic Flames to his side, ready to charge as soon as he landed.

The next moment, as he spun, a whirlwind of fire roared towards them, and the front line of Undead were already gulping down Magic Potions and casting Defense Magic, pulling out shields to build towering iron barricades.

But the moment they touched the Magic Flames, the iron melted away; when it fell upon flesh, it immediately ignited, and one by one, the human torches screamed as they burst into ashes.

Before the Black Knight, they had no resistance, cut down in a single stroke, taking Ana Ghost along with them.

Of course, the Undead would underestimate the Prince of Dual Swords, thinking he was nothing special. But when the real clash began, they were horrified to discover that the power that had once wreaked havoc on the battlefield wasn’t even at full force.

The longsword of Magic Flames swept across, clearing a void.

However, the fallen Undead didn’t leave the arena; instead, they rushed back out shouting "ah, ah, ah".

Each person was allowed to die multiple times here.

Although Lind was looking forward to making more money from the Undead, he was more eager for the Undead to kill the Prince of Dual Swords multiple times. Only if they killed him enough would these deities submit.

"Stage two!"

The Prince of Dual Swords’ style of combat suddenly changed; he leaped up, plunging both swords into the ground.

One sword caused a massive explosion, a combat move the Undead had never seen before, killing off most of them in an area-of-effect blast.

The other sword released a magic tracking flame, like dark thunder, eradicating all the Undead it touched along its path.

In an instant, the Undead went from being evenly matched to being completely overwhelmed.

As they watched the Prince of Dual Swords Merkdo cross his swords, gathering strength for a powerful move, nearly in unison, the Undead exclaimed, "Damn, how are we supposed to fight this?"

Sword energy swept across, beginning a wide-range clearing of the area.

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