The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 664 - 499: Palm-sized Armor

Chapter 664: Chapter 499: Palm-sized Armor

Somewhere at the peak of a mountain range.

Large snow covered the mountaintop, where one could look far from the heights and see nothing but white all around.

An eagle-shaped demon beast glided over, splitting the sea of clouds with its wings.

"Roar!"

The demon beast raised its head to roar, proclaiming this sky as its own.

It spotted a burning figure swiftly ascending, wrapped in mist arisen from the snow meeting heat.

Prey!

The eagle-shaped demon beast folded its wings and dove, regardless of whether the other was prey or enemy.

The distance closed rapidly; it charged like a long spear, filled with a murderous intent.

However, just as it got close, several golden skeletal arms stretched out from the cloak behind the figure, forming a bizarre, giant golden sword that vertically slashed downward, cleaving the demon beast in two.

The body of the eagle-shaped demon beast splattered a great deal of blood which quickly froze upon contacting the cold, creating a field of sharp, red hail. The corpse of the demon beast also stuck grotesquely to the mountaintop.

Lind didn’t look at the demon beast; instead, he went directly in search of the Furnace after obtaining the Melted Armor, in hopes of finding his own Legendary Potion.

Elevating Bunny-toothed Witch to a Legendary Wizard might not be difficult, but enabling her to casually concoct a Legendary Potion seemed improbable, especially obtaining the materials.

"Is it good news that the undead won’t reach Legend level soon?"

As long as the undead reach tier 4, with their tens of millions in number, even the heyday of the Abyss would just mean getting slashed down.

If they’re all tier 5, perhaps the Knights of the Apocalypse might have to bow out.

If they’re all tier 6, the Three Gods might have to consider appointing a new spokesperson.

Thinking of this, Lind suddenly felt very pleased.

He fantasized about the day when he would meet the Three Gods, and the undead would stand up and slam the table: "Lind said he could give us endless materials, endless dungeons, endless daily quests, we want Lind to be our spokesperson!"

Hmm, jot this down first, Magdalena and Corruption King Grace, these two nieces trying to steal one’s corner, perhaps send the undead to harass them in the future.

Wandering in thought, Lind’s feet touched the summit.

He was the inconspicuous ant within the vast expanse of white snow and ice.

The breath he exhaled would freeze into ice in an instant.

This was a place unreachable by ordinary life forms, where the thin, icy air was even colder than back in Star Dragon City, the Frozen Soil Mountain Range he had often thought of but never ascended probably wasn’t even this high.

He took steps upward.

His right foot set down, the snow melted, burning the surrounding snow into white mist, which then drifted away from Lind as frost.

Ahead lay a damaged fortification, the broken fort and scattered rocks proved that a battle had once raged here.

This was also where the Melted Armor "awakened."

Lind suppressed his doubts; what was the relationship between the Molten Flame Knight and the Furnace Lord, whether siblings or aliases, or even a fallen one, currently it didn’t matter much to him.

It was fortunate that this ancient war, whose scope he didn’t know, currently had no enemies alive.

Otherwise, even the weakest enemy the one of the Four Knights faced could effortlessly kill Lind, even if he had thousands of lives.

"Better scavenge before the undead arrive."

All were scraps.

Tattered blades, armor, boots, shields, etc.

With time, they had lost their original power, decaying to the point of breaking upon touch.

Lind lifted a rock that was even bigger than him, feeling an odd sense of "being gentle" when the rock rested in his hands.

He turned around and gently placed the rock down.

"Boom!"

The ground shook heavily.

Indeed, the rock was not light; it’s just that he wasn’t human.

Lind lightly waved his hand, then with furrowed brows, entered the ruins; this was a descending fort stairway, built spaciously enough for inhabitants at least three to five times Lind’s height.

"God’s height?"

He gestured with his hands.

His own height also slowly exceeded ordinary humans, and every deity he encountered, regardless of strength, was very tall.

His gaze quickly swept over.

He continued down, deeper into the fort.

With plenty of experience exploring ancient ruins, Lind’s trash collection was different from the undead; he knew where the real goods were, where even turning everything upside down wouldn’t yield anything of value.

"What is this, it’s quite distinct?"

Lind picked up a palm-sized piece of armor.

"Did this exist hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

How does the saying go, the less you wear, the higher the armor rating.

He pulled a golden ghost from his Ghost Cloak, and while it looked utterly baffled, he had it wear the palm-sized armor.

"It’s a breastplate, tsk."

Then he raised his fist and smashed it down.

Thud!

The golden ghost staggered and fell to the ground.

"How is it?"

The golden ghost stood up, scratching its skull with its phalange, accidentally poking through a crack in its skull, which made one’s teeth ache watching.

The ghost shook its head, then pointed at the armor, nodding.

"It’s indeed useful!"

Even the Mechanical God Cult hadn’t invented technology that uses a tiny palm-sized piece of armor to protect the entire body.

It could be possible with active magic or shields, needing activation as a function, but this palm-sized piece of armor truly protected even if it only covered the left chest; if slashed at the buttocks, it could still provide protection.