The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 653 - 493: The Person Behind the Mask is Lind Armand

Chapter 653: Chapter 493: The Person Behind the Mask is Lind Armand

Cannon fire assault.

The fierce battle between the Undead and Misty Rain City’s suspected "BOSS" Gatekeeper had begun.

The cannonball, infused with poison, arced through the air and smashed into the Gatekeeper, the toxic cloud blossoming to shroud its upper body entirely.

"Hits him with poison, but the stacks aren’t enough. His regenerative abilities are too strong; loses health and it’s immediately restored, damn useless!"

The assaulted Gatekeeper bent its body, holding a hammer, and charged out with the ground thunderously trembling underfoot, as if embracing the Undead with its outstretched arms resembling two crooked great tree trunks swept along by a flood.

The Undead had always taken the offensive on enemy territory, never expecting that a gatekeeper BOSS would actively come at them.

Miscalculated!

Someone uncertainly asked, "We’re at such a distance, should be beyond his attack range, right?"

"I bet once he’s out of range, he’ll be reset back to his position."

"Fuck, he’s charging over!"

"Run!"

"Run my ass, open fire, it’s just a life, isn’t it? If we can’t push him back, these pricey rhinoceros bird school cannons we got will turn to junk!"

Boom, boom, boom.

The roar of cannon fire was deafening, filling the sky ahead like an angry shout.

The various alchemical tools in the Undead’s hands were thrown, howling upon impact with the Gatekeeper, with explosions and magical glimmers giving no pause.

Yet the BOSS struck by these attacks didn’t halt a step, acting as if the onslaughts hammering his armor were but negligible raindrops.

Soon, the Gatekeeper BOSS had charged to the forefront, and the Undead could only watch as a sweep of his arm turned a dozen comrades to ash, then lifted his hand... and more ashes.

Not a single worthy foe.

"Huanqu big bro, what are you gonna do?"

"I’ll try again."

I, Huanqu, Won’t Lose, clearly understood the fight was simply a case of numerical crushing. But as a player like him known for loving high difficulty challenges, it was straightforward—if you die upon touch, then don’t get touched.

He reveled in the thrill the challenge brought.

Most would grow weak at the knees against such overwhelming pressure, a force like a mountainous tsunami, but I, Huanqu, Won’t Lose, was definitely not among them.

"Ascend!"

Ascend to the Dragon, to ascend anything.

He sprinted swiftly, raising his form high into the air, and with a flash, a great sword materialized in his hand. At that moment, he envied the Undead loyal to Melulan on the Shilu Continent.

If only he had a Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon as a teammate, this fight would surely be easier.

But now wasn’t so bad either, having constantly battled in the game without toning down senses, his instincts in combat took over, making use of his skill, unlike most Undead who felt the need to pose for each attack.

The sword moves, honed by muscle memory, flowed smoothly. The damages from weapon swings weren’t necessarily high, but he could drop the wind-up time as per his method, even if it meant losing a bit of damage.

In contrast, most Undead had to adopt a stance by lifting the sword to stab and then perform a showy sword flick afterward, a hard-to-remove skill delay many chose to erase with a roll, although not very effective.

Like me, Huanqu Won’t Lose would instead take the chance to shift stance, canceling the sword flick with the wind-up of the next move.

Few sought such refinement, with the majority of Undead doing whatever felt comfortable—a few tenths of a second of speed boost seemingly insignificant.

Besides, doesn’t everyone love to use spells now? The Mage is ’the version’s solution,’ touted as the truth.

From high above, the great sword descended with a vertical slash!

I, Huanqu Won’t Lose, finally took advantage of the Gatekeeper’s obscured vision due to the attacks to get up close. He felt only excitement and the urge to hack and slash facing such a formidable enemy.

The sword unleashed precise yet frenzied power. Seemingly rash swings were actually prepared and calculated amid the fight.

The heavy blade seemed to friction-ignite with the air or perhaps the enchantment spell applied was also sparked into action, knowing it was time to inflame upon striking the Gatekeeper’s forehead.

Immobile still... defense unbreakable!

He knew the next strike was unavoidable, with only death awaiting.

"Roar!"

The roar, like an invisible cannonball, exploded towards him. I, Huanqu Won’t Lose, felt struck by a powerful albeit unseen force, like a tidal wave no one could resist.

Then, the flames from his sword wound were ignited by the impact, erupting like an active volcano.

" Lava" spattered in all directions, radiating toward the Undead behind, sweeping forward.

Tumbling to the ground, after just one mid-air contact, I, Huanqu Won’t Lose nearly turned into dust from the blow, though he personally didn’t mind dying to a BOSS.

The more deaths, the stronger the BOSS proved to be and the more valuable the strategy.

"Fucking hell, my leg’s broken!"

With his head lowered, I, Huanqu Won’t Lose ignored the crumbling wounds, no time to concern himself with the intimidating-looking injuries and blood loss.

Bleeding a lot didn’t guarantee death.

Instead, becoming complacent now to take potions and heal might likely lead to being one-shot by the opponent.

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