The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 699 - 516: Lord Rush Registration, No Need for Face

Chapter 699: Chapter 516: Lord Rush Registration, No Need for Face

The old man, a bane to the Undead with his Abyssal arts, suddenly stiffened his writhing body, disintegrated, but quickly recomposed himself.

Perhaps the attack that could even send Deities into slumber had disappeared.

Lind sighed in relief. Although for him, as long as it was a fatal strike, he would not suffer from "serious injuries", and all wounds would heal in no time at all. It was also a blessing to be able to save his subordinates and avoid much trouble.

Setting aside the possibility of more NPCs hidden among the Undead, Lind stepped on the old man. Amid the ghastly sounds of rupturing flesh and breaking bones, he swung his arm rapidly.

One Soul Blade after another pierced through the thick, seemingly physically impervious body that could also block most magical attacks.

Unbounded power whipped out from the squirming flesh on his body, pulling out webs of energy.

Now, the old man was unrecognizable, his body and limbs fused together under Lind’s Soul Blade "True Damage" attack, began to split.

Splitting all over, mouths like cracks appeared, sharp Abyss whispers squeezed out, resembling black bubbles stuck to his skin, wrapping around his body, burrowing deep into his soul.

Lind wasn’t the only one skilled in soul attacks; the Abyss was also proficient.

More precisely, Storm Knight Mien and the Abyss were once adversaries, their Soul Blade and Fallen Laughter had clashed countless times.

What initially appeared as mere cracks, the "mouths" suddenly sprouted teeth, and dozens of eyeballs burrowed out of each, packed like roe in a mouth.

But quickly, those slimy, squirming eyeballs burst popping.

Out of control.

A face rose from the trembling monster, the old man stared at Lind.

"How do you think the story should end?"

Pfft!

The great sword of the Soul Blade pierced through the old man’s head, nailing him to the ground.

Lind didn’t acknowledge the old man but pulled the Divine Skin from his body, then his Melted Armor sped up burning, flames spewed forth morphing into a fiery cape pushing him forward, leaping over the old man towards the giant beast that was already rolling towards him.

He now harbored no cursing heart, minimizing contact with the Abyss was the right choice.

From that brief contact, his body had already been invaded by Abyssal Power.

The Serpent Ring Emblem was relishing it.

Scaling the sky, Lind’s massive figure landed on the giant beast, still appearing minuscule.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the massive creature beneath him.

Flames gathered, followed by terrifying booms and a surge of fire, igniting part of the giant beast’s body as sturdy as rock, undeterred by numerous attacks, but now swaying under Lind’s bombardment.

Silence covered the battlefield.

No matter the distance, those who witnessed the scene seemed to hear Lind jumping down from the giant beast, his boots heavily hitting the ground.

Everyone’s gaze instinctively surrendered to that figure who had just fought the Abyss Erosion old man, stabbed his opponent to death amid chaotic swordplay, then turned and flew towards the giant beast, shaking it with absolute power.

The sky, still red from the fires, traced a path not yet vanished, resembling a fiery bridge linking the Gods’ Battlefield before the Eternal Summer Nest to the distant giant beast trench.

The figure in the Melted Armor walked back with heavy steps, calmly leaving.

The flames on the armor extinguished.

The Black Knight’s formidable combat power displayed at this moment.

In the distance, watching this scene, Owen Strong Beast suddenly remembered a song, he couldn’t recall the lyrics he sang, as someone blunt like him didn’t like to remember such things.

But he remembered the scene of that choir member singing with surging roars, back when he had just defected from the Gravel Mountain Range, working as a Mercenary to assist a city about to be breached.

He was on the attacking side.

Just like this scene.

Only a single choir monk crazily extolling.

The city burning under war, flags planted on corpses, a war destined to fail, mad faith, and the descending War God.

Boom!!

That "mountain" fell, as Lind calmly walked forward, after several shakes finally unable to bear the grievous injuries, thunderously collapsing.

A storm stirred up by the collapsing mountain blew away the battlefield’s dust.

From standing to falling, Owen Strong Beast’s heart surged accordingly, his blood rushing faster with his accelerated heartbeat.

"Kill!!"

The Undead swarmed forward, refilling the battlefield with a sea of people.

Various Deities occupied different areas.

Among the Undead warriors clad in various magical glows, Owen Strong Beast also roared and surged forward, admitting his admiration for Lind.

Naturally respecting the strong.

The Beast Tide did not recede, still clashing with the Undead, but with Lind’s subordinated Gods joining the battlefield, their chances of achieving absolute victory were nil.

Lind glanced around among the Undead, eventually withdrawing his gaze.

Although he didn’t know who the NPC emitting the dragon roar was, their strength was undoubtedly greater than his, and they were friends, not foes, at least an Abyss enemy.

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