The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 678 - 506 Who Let You Play Galgame

Chapter 678: Chapter 506 Who Let You Play Galgame

Lind’s voice was like an explosion, deafening and violently hammering the Sublime Angel’s head, if the thing perched on Its neck could be called a head.

Entering a brand new era, was a new Alliance of Gods to be established? It seemed not intent on forming an alliance, but rather on subjugating itself.

"Join me, and I can bring you Believers."

Undead are all nominal Believers.

If it really came down to who could "attract fans" better, Lind was extremely confident that no one in the world understood how to win over the Undead better than he did, not because of his former Earth identity, but because he could access the internet.

Old information was not very useful, and the local natives were not fools either. They could easily imitate the Undead’s behavior logic and speech patterns. Only a few methods like "logging off," "adding friends," and "resurrection" could distinguish the genuine from the fake.

Like the initial tactics Lind used, even if he did not spread them, the Undead would, teaching the natives hand by hand how to be an NPC in good standing.

Don’t underestimate their enthusiasm; it would make them find it very interesting.

To turn resourceful NPCs into rigid quest-giving machines, or to make rigid NPCs more adaptable, the fun of life is in the tinkering.

Lind continued, "You can’t beat me either."

This was the crux of the issue.

The Sublime Angel happily chose allegiance, just as Lind said — if you can’t beat them, don’t resist. Look at the Prince of Dual Swords following him; isn’t he living quite comfortably?

Including that crazy Ana Ghost.

Lind then posed another question, how to make the remaining deities of the Alliance come over of their own accord.

Cultivating one’s own powerful subordinates was extremely difficult.

The Sublime Angel replied, "They seek different things, and they never reveal their desires."

The Alliance was very susceptible to breakage; each deity had its own thoughts. They were unwilling to engage in conflict with Lind just because they didn’t want to die senselessly, but that didn’t mean they would truly fear death and choose to compromise.

Not fearing death was because they could not die, their mentality was that they could always fall back into a deep slumber if it came to it.

Like the Sublime Angel, even if It verbally pledged allegiance to Lind, It would not reveal Its own story.

Deities did not possess loyalty.

Lind’s current power also did not permit him to have too many waveringly loyal followers.

Speaking of which, he was now somewhat overwhelmed. More and more Undead were heading to the Magic Land, and the commotion was getting bigger. He needed to hurry back and keep a grip on the main storyline.

Too many things awaited his attention— the secret of the Ring Knight, the progress of the Mechanical God Cult, the speed of the Abyss conquest, the search for Divine Skin, etc.

Of course, these could be summed up as "for the sake of enhancing one’s power."

So much so that he didn’t even have the mind to bother with the small moves that the Corrupt King and round-faced Princess were making, despite being uncle and niece.

Over a year ago, he had been afraid of the Corrupt King.

However, now... Lady of the Night of the fifth ring, Snake Queen of the fifth ring, Prince of Dual Swords of the sixth ring, Ana Ghost of the sixth ring, Sublime Angel of the sixth ring, including himself, the strongest.

Surrounded by many boss-level characters, it would be as simple as turning one’s hand to go to the Corrupt King’s territory and take him down.

"The Last Cloud Giant, Swift War Chariot, Majestic Shield, Weeping Princess, Holy Wall Blessing, Rotten Sin Dragon, Witch Sheila."

These weren’t unwilling opponents, but rather a series of side story bosses awaiting conquest.

Even if their strength varied, the lowest was at the fifth ring.

The Sublime Angel looked at Lind suddenly smiling, feeling a sense of panic within.

Perhaps out of consideration for past relations, it would be better for It to warn those friends. They might as well surrender.

The scene of a single sword strike killing two deities was still vividly etched in memory.

...

Majestic Shield Rodwede, in Heavy Armor, stood on a low hilltop.

The armor was bathed in the gold of the setting sun, dazzling and glaring.

Not long ago, the view from here was a battlefield, but now it lies empty.

All the Undead had gone to the Black Knight’s domain, eagerly heading for the Magic Land.

Majestic Shield’s strength was only at the fifth ring, ranking towards the end within the Alliance. Possibly accustomed to silence, like a literal shield, Its absence did not draw any attention.

"Sublime Angel."

Its voice was muffled, like the thunderous boom under heavy summer clouds that finally burst out.

With the words finished, a figure appeared.

"I come on behalf of the Black Knight, to join us."

Majestic Shield watched the Sublime Angel quietly, then let out a "heh" in laughter.

"True to form, you, the death-fearing, undying Sublime Angel."

They might not belong to the same era of deities and had different reasons for becoming deities, but after long-term interactions, they more or less knew some jokes about each other.

In battles, the one to surrender the fastest would always be the Sublime Angel.

The beast that was said to never die.

The Sublime Angel showed no extreme reaction, probably used to the mockery; or perhaps they really believed themselves to be deities? It was just more clear about its own identity.

After personally confirming that the Black Knight truly was not the sort of power It could contend with, It surrendered, and did so quite easily.

Even the Knights of the Apocalypse’s armor could become a deity; the so-called "deity," compared with a true god, was worlds apart.

"The Black Knight said, if you disagree, he will kill his way to each one."

Lind had never said such a thing, but it didn’t prevent the Sublime Angel from claiming so.

"Then let him kill his way here." Majestic Shield’s voice remained as muffled as before, still maintaining the previous posture, watching the distance.

Unmoving, like a stone carving.

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