The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 657 - 495 Melted Armor

Chapter 657: Chapter 495 Melted Armor

"Lind Armand held the prepared materials, intending to concoct a Legendary Storm Knight Magic Potion..."

After Lind had collected all the necessary ingredients for the Magic Potion, the first thing he thought of was to use the ’Dominus’s Feather Pen’ to design his own storyline.

He paused the tip of his pen and wrote, "He found a Legendary-level Pharmacist who was skilled in concocting Magic Potions. With their help, he successfully concocted the needed Magic Potion."

Pause.

The sentence he had just written disappeared.

It could not be done, possibly because he could not find this person, or because the clues he provided were not sufficient to locate them.

Lind had no choice but to change his approach repeatedly, constantly adding keywords, allowing the pen to fill in some parts on its own to make them sound more logical.

How much of it could be realized was uncertain. Just like how Lind, in the Moonlight Kingdom, could forcefully ignore the storyline’s planning and wreak havoc, the experts entangled in his "story" could also brute-force their way through everything.

He adjusted the location to the Magic Land, and then continually added "accidents" until a long page of text appeared, stretching from the desk to the floor.

"Lind Armand is gravely injured after battling the Melted Armor...

Finds the legendary abandoned Furnace...

Successfully obtains a highly corrosive Magic Potion..."

The process was full of twists. Lind realized that in his battle against one of the twelve Deities, now ten, of the Alliance’s Melted Armor, he would be critically wounded and nearly dying, escaping death by chance and then being transported to a Different Plane.

On the Different Plane, he encountered an ancient civilization from deep underground and their ’Ancestor Spirits,’ worshipped for thousands of years.

After that, part of the content became twisted and missing, most likely because the Feather Pen’s powers were not strong enough to write clearly, or it was a small chance that the powers involved did not permit recording.

He then reached a decrepit ancient city and found an abandoned Furnace, finally using Alchemy in the Furnace to successfully obtain the Legendary Storm Knight Magic Potion.

"No, that won’t do."

After reading it, Lind decisively rejected this course of action.

Whether it was the Black Knight or Lind Armand, they needed to embody the concept of being hurt or dying but never losing. Playing an NPC with a set persona meant staying unyielding; otherwise, all sense of character is lost. If he were to flee with his tail between his legs, wouldn’t that undo all his previous character building? No one would be able to see him as the proverbial white lotus.

It needed to feel forced!

So he decided on the spot and rewrote it.

"Lind Armand kills the Melted Armor."

He couldn’t write it down.

Then: "Lind Armand kills the Elder of the Scrolls."

Still, he couldn’t write it down.

Until at last, he wrote "Lind Armand kills the Sublime Angel."

Unfortunately, it was only the Sublime Angel that he killed. The developments that followed again became convoluted and bizarre; the Sublime Angel turned out to be an energy mass wandering the void, consuming Lind into a dark space.

Next, Lind did not get hurt, but he drifted aimlessly until he met a Deity who claimed to be the "Moon God," but nearly a hundred years had passed.

"I still have to kill the Melted Armor."

Lind rewrote the story, and this time, the cost in terms of time was not high; he just needed to "seek further investment," which is to say, have the "boss," the Abyss, who was compelled by sunk costs to invest more, to throw in a little extra.

The price was much lower, just a single life.

Looking at the few lines of content completed, Lind was invigorated.

"Indeed, everything traces back to the Melted Armor."

...

The Black Knight’s true declaration of war, in the eyes of the Undead, stemmed from the reason that someone had redeemed the Black Knight Greatsword and received Melulan’s tip.

That is, all the prerequisites for the plot were met, and the plot commenced.

O*O* was adjusting his left arm, which was still original on the right, but he had implanted two Magic Prosthetics starting from the shoulder on his left. Each arm wielded a Magic Wand.

One wand was assigned defense and support duties, while the other was for offense.

"The Black Knight is tough, his moves are instant kills, but the Alliance dogs are another story," O*O* analyzed as usual, "Those Deities will definitely be hiding like turtles."

Actually, his teammates were no longer interested in the plot.

The world was too vast, the tasks too numerous, and the gameplay too varied. It’s like the players of Zelda know the direction to the Princess but never really think about going to rescue her.

They purposely overlooked those parts for the joy of playing.

Unless completing a particular task granted them a necessary reward, the vast majority would turn a blind eye.

"After this task, are we straight into the Magic Land storyline?"

"Finally a new map. I want to get a cat."

For the Undead, the Magic Land was hugely attractive now.

Including the various Ancient Ruins waiting to be explored, it was a boon for those Undead who loved scavenging.

There were also the Ring Knights of Misty Rain City, cool in appearance and strong in power, with high drop rates, making them a target for those who liked to challenge the game.

And then as if entering the Divine Realm itself, the northern part of Magic Land, where many Undead already considered it as a ’Dungeons & Dragons – Land of Magic edition.’ The novels and comics created by the Undead contributed greatly to its promotion.

Lastly, getting a cat and starting a Title system did not significantly enhance the gaming experience, but who could resist having a cat that could both fight and tank by their side?

"Almost there, get ready to make your move!"

O*O* waved the magic wand, and a magic illumination bomb flew into the sky.

The battle unfortunately began at night.

The Black Knight chose nightfall, causing dissatisfaction among many of the undead, as the broken moonlight overhead seemed to cast a thin veil over everyone, in reality, visibility was extremely low, and everyone had to use various magics to gain a visual advantage.

At the same time, there were those who unleashed magic that damaged the enemies, hoping to inflict a blinding effect on them first.

However, all the undead present remained motionless.

Old habits die hard, first watch the cutscene CG.

"Go, sneak over and land a couple of hits on the opposing BOSS first!"

One undead applied several buffs to himself, a layer of pearl bubble shield, a layer of damage-reducing blue light, a speed boost from a melody, then took some potions, pulled out a boot to hold in his hand for a health boost, and only then rushed towards the center of the battlefield.

The undead on the side of the Black Knight showed their intent.

But the undead on the side of the Alliance looked at them as if they were fools.

A dozen steps, getting closer... closer still.

Then...

"Darn it!"

The bubble shield surrounding the front-most undead suddenly exploded, and his body wobbled and fell to the ground, like a burned-out piece of charcoal hitting the earth, shattering his knees.

Crash—

All that remained was a pile of fragments still sparking embers.

The fragments turned crisply into a pile of ash, blown away without a trace by the wind.

"The opposing BOSS has unleashed a full-screen health-draining buff, keep your distance!"

Having already encountered the Alliance BOSS, some undead knew this was normal; the advantages of being undead meant nothing in front of true powerhouses.

A mass of undead charging forth were roasted into charred blocks by an invisible force, and the others learned to stay put.

That’s what you get for not watching the CG properly!

At the edge of a huge crater in the no-man’s-land between the two armies, the Black Knight, clad in a ghost cloak and twisted, menacing battle armor, stood with his sword at the ready looking forward.

This was the spot where the Black Knight had once slain the Prince of Dual Swords with a single stroke, also taking out the Ana Ghost in the process.

The Black Knight made no effort to conceal the aura of the Abyss anymore, as the surging, malevolent power oozed from the gaps in his armor like writhing tentacles, clutching at the pitch-black night sky.

For Lind, this battle should have been about racking his brains to maximize his advantages, having calculated all possible scenarios and pushed his strength to the highest in a short period.

The most crucial power still resided with the Abyssal boss.

Even the Abyss couldn’t afford the cost of sinking; after providing Lind with several legendary Abyssal Hearts of Calamity, and learning he couldn’t brew the magic potion, it begrudgingly offered additional aid.

While threatening Lind with death should he fail to serve properly, the Abyss also increased its investment due to sunk costs.

It had few reliable allies.

Even so, Lin faced some worry when confronting the Alliance.

His foundation was too weak, his strength too meager; should he rise to legend, it might just be possible for him to carve through the remaining ten deities of the Alliance alone.

Intense heat never ceased from the other side; Lind could see the air distorting.

He paid no heed to the suicidal actions of the undead behind him.

He was used to it.

A robust figure approached slowly.

Its form, a scale-like suit of armor with outward-flaring, fierce skirts and a protruded helmet that resembled the growling maw of a wild wolf.

The edges of the scaled plates, reddened as though they were glowing blades, accentuated the power to wield flames.

Information about the Melted Armor had already been posted by the undead.

Before the undead, NPCs had no secrets; unlike many NPCs in other games whose secrets couldn’t be uncovered because they respawned after leaving the player’s view, or would never appear unless certain dialogs were completed.

But this was a real world; everything had traces to follow, and anything that existed was bound to be investigated.

The Melted Armor was believed to be one of the Knights of the Apocalypse, worn by the Molten Flame Knight who for some reason had gained great power, formidable strength, and life.

And among the Knights of the Apocalypse, the Molten Flame Knight was thought to be the progeny of the Sun’s Testament, Leo the Lion, considered the only knight who had inherited the power of the Sun’s Testament, a fearsome knight engulfed in foundry flames.

Thus, the Melted Armor was often taken to be an incarnation of the Molten Flame Knight.

Truth and legend were hard to separate; those Believers could spin any lie to spread their religious faith.

However, feeling the intense heat almost enough to dry his blood, Lind’s heart sank slightly.

No wonder every story written with the pen of destiny led to his best outcome being severely wounded; there was a significant gap in strength between the sides.

The undead couldn’t get close to the fight; the "aura-type health-draining buff" that the Melted Armor emitted on its arrival caused the undead to suffer greatly, dying before they could even approach, and as the figure moved forward, those undead who hadn’t intended to join the battle fell swiftly to its power.

The team had to retreat.

But those behind stood still.

From a distance, it looked as if an invisible force was rapidly harvesting the lives of the Black Knight’s undead as the Melted Armor advanced.