The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 672 - 503 God Has His Own Knights

Chapter 672: Chapter 503 God Has His Own Knights

"Autism? Solo gamer? Prefers dining alone?"

Lind flipped through and discovered that I, Thunder God Thor, didn’t share my experiences online.

Solo gamers who dislike social interaction actually form a massive group. Even if they encounter interesting content in the game, at most they would only sigh to themselves or chat about it with friends.

The ones who post everything online are in the minority; the silent ones make up the majority.

However, there are drawbacks to this, particularly inconvenient for Lind.

The activation of the "role-play feature" is a signpost guiding the Undead onto a path of increasing compliance. If this feature could be exposed even slightly this time, it would save him considerable effort in future promotions.

Now, he’s truly providing one-on-one service for players.

What a loss.

"In the future, more Undead need to be tested with this feature to increase publicity."

Select a region, preferably choose some actors who are adept at performing, then define special scenarios for the Undead to engage in mini-theater games.

The Moonlight Kingdom would be a good choice; there are many strange and peculiar Demon Beasts there, and with the "air walls," it is not easy to leave or enter casually.

Whatever happens inside is feasible.

"Why don’t I just open a game of Werewolf, or let the Undead play by themselves?"

It’s too costly if the actors I train die.

To have enemies as actors, those too powerful can’t be controlled and those too weak are unnecessary.

Holy Helman City is now within sight.

The low city walls, the snow on the ground left untended, trampled by passersby into slick and slippery ice, making it hard to stand firm.

There are two Soldiers bundled up in heavy bear furs standing guard, with gloves so thick that one doubts they could grip a sword hilt, probably incapable of full finger movement.

Inside the city, the scenery is even worse than Lind had imagined.

It is simply a survivor’s Gathering Place rebuilt upon ruins, with low houses, and only a muddy path cleared through, with thick snow piled on either side.

There aren’t many pedestrians as the cold and freezing weather leads most people to choose to hide in their homes.

Fortunately, this land isn’t short of wood. As long as enough dry wood is collected before the snowy days and hoarded, the winter is not too hard to endure.

Coincidentally, the Undead had stayed here before, helping to collect a lot of wood, so much they couldn’t store it all.

The Snow Peak Sect.

Located inside the only intact building in the city, standing out like a signal tower, its presence is unmistakable when one looks up.

Lind steps into the Snow Peak Sect, using the Stealth skills of a Rune Messenger that he hadn’t used in a long while, effortlessly bypassing all the sect members.

He walks leisurely forward, while the patrolling people outside don’t notice his existence at all.

"What is this?"

Lind looks up at the object of worship the Snow Peak Sect offers, not the Molten Flame Knight, nor the Furnace Lord, but a Gnome with a brazier atop its head.

Short arms and legs, donned in a suit of heavy armor, also holding a large hammer.

Thump, thump, thump, footsteps approach.

A burly figure comes into view, seeing Lind.

His face changes and he senses an invincible aura from Lind, the dominant strength of a wild beast emanating with Lind’s glance over, sending tremors through his spirit, his body radiating with a burning aura filled with indescribable colors, hot as if he’s a walking volcanic humanoid.

The man blinks hard, freeing himself from that terrifying illusion; the gap in strength was so vast that his mind was affected at first glance.

His ears buzz, together with his heart thumping furiously, a sense of dizziness overtakes him.

He kneels on one knee: "Great Dominus!"

Starting with "Great something" is a very common situation with Believers.

"Do you, recognize me?"

No need for Lind to act; the aura of the Great Knight is enough to satisfy all the other’s imaginations.

"Of course, Great Furnace Lord, I have seen your statue, your armor!"

The man’s voice is fervent; he feels the silhouette in front of him growing more majestic, Lind’s Melted Armor slowly overlapping with the armor the Furnace Lord wears in his memory. At first, there was only a slight resemblance, but as his brain’s faith strengthens the details, they rapidly converge.

Completely identical!

His knees involuntarily kneel on the ground.

As the other approaches, the heat gradually gets near his face.

"You might have mistaken the person." The other’s voice is deep, with an accent that doesn’t sound like someone from the Enstad Continent.

Clearly, the other is powerful and disdains to replace or disguise as anyone.

That is the pride of the strong.

However, he keenly captures a hint of oddity in the other’s voice; could it be that the other does not know about the Dominus? Impossible, or perhaps wanting to hide something, pretending to be a passerby who happened by chance, leaving after getting something he wants.

His belief in this theory strengthens, it’s the only possibility, meaning the other must know about the Dominus’s strength and does not want to provoke it, but it doesn’t matter, the power difference is too great for him to think too much.

"I am Azek Snow, the Cult Leader of the Snow Peak Sect, Great Being, your arrival honors us."

No matter who the other is, the intense oppression is genuine.

Lind, however, pays no mind to the other’s performance, but points to the statue: "Who is that?"

"The Molten Knight," Azek Snow answers very obediently, his knees as if nailed to the ground, "a knight serving the Dominus."