The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 698 - 515: Seize the Opportunity_2

Chapter 698: Chapter 515: Seize the Opportunity_2

Able to stay calm in the face of danger, natural-born warriors.

And now these warriors follow him, that tall figure.

The collision of watercolor and shield is finally here, like fire clashing with solid ice, the deafening screeching friction lets one realize how crazy this war is.

A mad competition between the Deities and the Undead, concerning will, yet not only so.

No one retreats, the Undead understand this war well, they are not the main players in this fight, holding their ground and not dragging down is all they can do.

And the victory of the war should be handed over to Lind Armand.

The battle line tightly locked, the situation looking bleak, some of the Undead combating the old man’s watercolor army, while others facing the Beast Tide.

Barely holding on is already difficult, if not for the All Gods intentionally moving the battlefield to the front of the Beast Tide, using the terrifying destructive power of the terrain to block their mad rush, the backline’s Eternal Summer Nest would have already turned into ruins.

The Undead are being pushed back inch by inch.

Lind muttered, "There are still too few people I can use."

Although his power seems strong, controlling many terms, followed by many Deities, he still struggles in the face of truly numerous formidable enemies.

Having a group of "Angels, Knights", is crucial, of course, the most important is to enhance strength, to reach the level of the 6th, 7th rings, or even higher.

Endlessly.

"Leave it to me!" Lind commanded.

He marched forward wearing the burning Heavy Armor, fierce battle intent seemingly acting as fuel, making the flames grow even more wildly expanded.

The Deities retreated.

Lind stepped forward, bringing a wave of high temperature as he approached the old watercolor man.

Soul Blade gathered in his palm.

Grasping with both hands that giant blue sword that seemed like a bridge to a normal person, he thrust it towards the old man’s head.

Chi-!

The blade entered the flesh, bypassing physical defenses, directly reaching the soul.

Magic Damage, soul damage, Two-handed Sword enhancement, flames from the Melted Armor, etc.

Among all the Undead watching this scene, someone couldn’t help but say: "Here it comes again, the status-hanging sword."

What makes Lind most enviable are the numerous passive effects he possesses, getting cut by other BOSSes usually results in only one or two negative statuses.

If you know who you’re facing, you could take resistance drugs in advance.

But facing Lind is not so feasible, unless the Undead turned themselves into walking pharmacies, and eating Magic Potions takes too much time, wastefully, as they can lose effectiveness once the fight starts.

The sword pierced through the old watercolor man’s head, with significant effects.

He has much experience in killing Deities, unless like himself with an "Undying Body", there would definitely be a weakness in the body.

The old watercolor man suffered a major injury, his body involuntarily twisting and struggling, completely breaking free from control, like a suddenly uncontrollable puppeteer, and the old man became a puppet twitching wildly as pulled by strings.

Lind twisted the Soul Blade sideways.

He saw the old man clenching his teeth, divine blood spurting.

"Whirl!"

The watercolor on the ground spilled, crumbling apart, like a popped bubble, leaving the Undead’s battle line suddenly empty.

"What will the end of the story be like?" the old watercolor man looked at Lind.

Lind released his left hand from holding the sword, then another Soul Blade appeared, stabbing into the opponent’s throat, nailing him to the ground.

Now wasn’t the time for a victory speech, and if he remembered correctly, as a Deity, there are generally nearly suicidal tricks, just like he once used Abyssal Power to self-destruct.

A terrifying energy indeed began surging up rapidly beneath his feet, Lind turned his head to look at his subordinate Deities, they also perceived it.

The frenzied energy cannot deceive anyone.

There were many suitable to handle the upcoming scene, because it would just be a large explosion, or perhaps with a small chance, a not so glorious mutation.

"Mutation?"

Lind remembered the last time he was here feeling a "private chat" from something; he did not want to let a bad situation occur once again.

But the situation really started to develop towards the scene he did not want to see.

The old watercolor man no longer spewed blood, but instead exhaled writhing, boiling energy.

The Abyss seizes every opportunity.

His body writhed unnaturally, twisting and growing, as the flesh and bones of his skull harbored their own wild ambitions, spiraling and burrowing outwards.

"It shouldn’t be like this."

The eyes of the elderly man in the painting were filled with terror.

But the red light of the Abyss had already begun to dominate his thoughts, fiercely burning a person’s soul.

"Black Knight."

"Retreat!"

Even the Deities, after all, were only at level 6.

And this level of strength was just right for the Abyss to consider cooperation, as it was evident that the continuous attacks by Lind had given the Abyss an opportunity to infiltrate and inject a very strong power.

The elderly man’s body deformed, his loose clothing swelling and then rapidly tearing apart, revealing more and more grotesque twisted tumors and tentacles from inside.

Endless bodily mutations.

The Abyss recognized who the person before it was.

The Abyss could never forget this bastard who had tricked it out of much of its power; now, it wanted to consume Lind once again, and this time it would not let him escape.

Complete enslavement!

However, when those thick, writhing things touched Lind’s body, they were blocked by his Melted Armor.

"Molten Flame Knight?"

Although the roar was muffled, Lind heard it, and very clearly.

He was in a good mood.

Bursts of fire light began burning along the seams of the armor, forming energy networks, layer upon layer, making the flames on the armor very neat, until with a deep breath from Lind, the fire light disappeared, leaving only high-temperature crystals spreading across the armor.

And the armor’s chest was bare, revealing densely packed crests on Lind’s chest.

The elderly painter began to scream, his power increasing, his swelling body knocking Lind away.

Lind spun in the air, adjusting his direction.

The Giants landed, and the ground shook.

"I feel like we’re just part of the backdrop," muttered an Undead to a companion.

"Shut up, just watch the plot."

"I wonder what level of power Loud is, I want a set just like his, I also want to become a Giant."

"Do you guys feel like the Giant looks familiar?"

"Giant·Sekapus, really, it does look a bit like him."

Lind sped up the activation of the Divine Skin’s energy as he looked at the figure whose limbs were no longer distinguishable.

It was necessary to succeed the "Giant" to fully utilize the Giant’s power. Being a Demigod really fell short by more than a little. One was given permission to use the surface of Divine Authority, the other was to completely integrate and fully utilize the Divine Authority.

In the distance, the swelling body was accumulating energy on its body, the elderly painter was definitely not skilled in warring, painting a picture, writing some story scripts... perhaps He was even bad at writing stories because the part of the Divine Skin that was good at writing stories was in Lind’s hands.

A painter whose mind was occupied by madness, now to fight with brute force should be an interesting scene, but Lind was not at ease.

For he sensed the enemy bursting with level 6 energy, screaming, accumulating energy.

The screams became indistinct, perhaps mixed with insane laughter.

The Undead already sensed the scent of a full-screen massacre and began to rapidly retreat, the Beast Tide also instinctively made way, only those colossal giants continued to furiously advance.

Terrifying power released, a familiar yet strange power of the Abyss with a nauseating feeling hammered viciously into Lind, causing his internal organs to contort and his brain to turn to mush.

But the good news was that he didn’t have a real weakness, so this attack wasn’t fatal.

His body trembled wildly.

Golden Ghosts attempted to appear, assembling into a giant dragon Ghost, trying to issue a roar in defiance.

"Roar!!"

Like a tidal force coming from above, Lind turned his head to look, but saw nothing.

But there was indeed a dragon roar.

Only he could hear the dragon roar, coming from the keen intuition of a Dragon Knight.

"In my Undead team, just how many NPCs are hidden?"

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