The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 673 - 503 God Has His Own Knights_2

Chapter 673: Chapter 503 God Has His Own Knights_2

"Does it really exist?" Lind approached the stone statue, "The belief of your Snow Peak Sect?"

His two questions seemed jumbled, apparently unrelated to the content of the conversation they had before.

However, Azek Snow immediately understood: "We have seen Him, the mighty Molten Knight, if you wish to learn more about him, the sect also has some records."

"Records?"

Lind’s gaze shifted to Azek.

He didn’t care about the survival of the Snow Peak Sect, he had already killed enough people, and his mercy was only reserved for his own.

His eyes darted across Azek, as if in a single moment he could identify the best place to strike.

He felt thoroughly scrutinized by those eyes.

Azek rose slowly, ensuring his movements did not provoke the other party’s anger, then he quickly left and returned with a thick sheepskin book.

Taking the book, each page of parchment was incredibly thick, it appeared to be as thick as a palm, but in reality, contained only a few writings.

Lind flipped through the book looking at the content related to the so-called "Molten Knight," initially when he heard the name he thought the Molten Knight was some kind of Magic Potion method.

Now he was certain, the knight’s appearance pre-dated Magic Potions, being a force that guards and serves the Deities.

Before the apocalypse, Magic Potions were considered heretical.

Just like the "Angels" of Permafrost Land, Giant Knights, even the Abyssal Lords.

"Gods must have their own knights."

Lind closed the sheepskin book.

He now fully understood, after becoming a god, one would grant a portion of their power, creating knights of their own to spread the faith, to participate in divine battles, and so on.

How could a god be without "Angels"?

But becoming a "god" is not that easy, piecing together a damaged lore, the remains of giant divine skin to create something completely new and take its place, is exceptionally difficult.

Lind was acutely aware of his own power’s development; his strength was partly stolen, utterly unlike those born deities, like building a house from scratch all by himself.

So, why follow the same old paths as others?

He was interested in possessing great power, but had no interest in completely replacing someone.

Patchwork might also do the job, Lind could sense the difficulty in gathering the Divine Skin.

"The great..."

Azek Snow seemed to want to say more.

"Snow." Lind spoke, his gaze remained on the other, observing his hefty fur coat.

"Yes, my lord."

"You should fight for the Snow Peak Sect."

"Is... What?"

Azek was confused, he did not grasp what Lind meant; fighting for the strong he did not resist, but it seemed that the war had been instigated too abruptly.

"Pope, sir!" A shout came from outside.

"What’s happening?"

"The Prince has brought his men back for a counter-attack."

"The Prince?"

Azek frowned, something felt off in his mind, but then he suddenly realized: "It is him!"

Does this small snow country have a Prince? There should be one in his memory.

When he turned his head back, that being had already disappeared.

A siege war began very hastily, with me as the Prince, Thunder God Thor leading a group of burly men wielding short axes charging at Holy Helman City.

No one inside the city resisted or rejoiced.

In fact, whether it was the Prince or the Sect, it was all the same to them; they would rather add a log to the stove to warm the room a bit more, ensuring they won’t freeze to death.

Thunder God Thor commanded two Wolves and took over the city walls, then very wisely chose not to press the attack further.

"Stay on guard here!"

He was well aware of his advantage and similarly recognized his disadvantages.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

The crowd looked at him excitedly, as if with a single word from him, everyone would charge fearlessly to death again.

"I will lead you to victory and reclaim this country!"

The voice of the Undead was impassioned; although the mission came unexpectedly, as an old hand who mingles daily in the gaming circles, he understood some hidden game mechanics.

Winning a war doesn’t necessarily mean a high score.

This role-playing game might have a rating system, so the ratings would likely involve evaluating the following aspects: the clear time, the losses on our side, and the enemy’s losses.

Therefore, bringing these weak NPCs with me would only serve to lower the rating without any meaningful contribution.

"Gather all warriors, we are about to commence the final war!"

After giving the order, I, Thor the Thunder God, took the initiative and headed alone toward the Snow Peak Sect.

The clash of hammer and shield followed by flames reddening the streets, leaving behind pit after pit in the snow.

The scorching remnants of shattered spinning shields flew toward the walls, easily embedding in them upon impact.

The flames kept burning, turning into a great fire that consumed the houses.

People hiding inside the houses screamed as they ran out.

Crack—!

I, Thor the Thunder God, clutched my throat, coughed blood, and collapsed to the ground. The moment my chin hit the floor, my body turned to ashes.

Then, I appeared atop the city walls of Holy Helman City.

"I have resurrected."

"If there were others here, this place would be much easier to conquer."

As a solo player, he thought it over and decided to charge in by himself.

Clash, death, clash, death...

"Is there a pro who can lend a hand?"

...

Azek Snow looked at the Prince dying over and over, a strange expression on his face, feeling that something was off.

"Charge!"

A shriek resounded.

"Hold the line!"

Wrapped in beast skins, the Prince of the small snow-covered kingdom, "I am Thor the Thunder God," stood on the city wall.

Behind him stood a hasty gathering of two dozen Undead, who headed south trying to find the Black Knight Underground Graveyard, and then take the express route to Magic Land.

They were just a step too late when they received a distress signal from I am Thor the Thunder God, so they immediately returned to the fray.

Differently, they all possessed extraordinary strength, their armor and weapons were the best standardized gear available to the current version’s Undead, especially after some Undead uploaded various guides, anyone who diligently learned could use their own hardworking hands to craft some usable tools.

Even brewing simple Magic Potions was no problem.

They poured bottle after bottle of Magic Potion over themselves, some wielding Magic Wands and chanting.

A ring of light encircled them.

Then another ring of light.

Scattering powder.

Sword Oil.

At this moment, "I am Thor the Thunder God" felt a pleasure that a solo player would never experience, his strength at least doubled, his stature increased significantly by magic, everyone imposing like small Giants.

"Charge!"

His Highness the Prince roared, launching an attack against the Snow Peak Sect.

"Just go easy mode."

I am Thor the Thunder God uttered, realizing that this was the feeling of teaming up with others, his past experiences made him reluctant to interact too much with others, even in the game.

His assault didn’t slow, the more hardships he faced earlier, the more enjoyable the easy mode was now.

Still, they were quickly defeated before Azek Snow of the Snow Peak Sect.

But the bitterness of defeat did not last long.

"For His Highness the Prince!"

The ground trembled.

The Undead came charging back.

Numerical advantage was their forte.

Lind, as an outsider, used the downfall of a religion as the cost to help himself complete an experiment.

The reward after completing the mission? No reward, this country was the reward, and the Undead were free to do as they pleased if they chose to stay.

Even without the title of "Prince," the Undead could gather the local natives to work for them, but almost everyone gave up on doing so because the power gap was too large. Natives couldn’t keep up with their own development; at most, they kept a few good-looking NPCs at home.

He witnessed the downfall of a religion with his own eyes, chaotic like a street brawl, and although magical flames were rampant, it was far from pretty or elegant.

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