The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 706 - 519 The Handsomest Mount_2

Chapter 706: Chapter 519 The Handsomest Mount_2

The only problem is that it’s hard to allocate tasks when there are too many people, and hard to beat the Boss with too few.

But soon, they won’t have to worry about that anymore.

The Dusk Knight unleashed a terrifying blaze; the pitted ground was stuffed full of flames, with fire even spilling out, billowing black smoke rising into the sky, and then knitting together to enrich the dark clouds above the castle.

A terrifying thoroughfare, hundreds of meters wide and countless kilometers long, was forcefully carved out, extending as far as the eye could see.

The Undead suddenly became honest.

Let alone defeat the Boss, they couldn’t even catch a glimpse of it.

...

"They’ve all gone."

The King of Black Phosphorus was getting anxious; he had never seen such lackadaisical Soldiers in all these years.

Taking to the battlefield without haste, occasionally even fleeing in secret, and utterly unwilling to fight when it came down to it.

Now, seeing all the Undead leave as if by agreement, the King of Black Phosphorus could barely contain himself. With the audience gone, who was he supposed to show off to? How would he make himself famous in the future?

Thankfully, Lind was still here. The King of Black Phosphorus had never counted on the help of the Undead; their role was only to witness.

"They’ll be back, don’t worry."

Just as Lind had said, before long, the Undead began to return in droves, unanimous in their complaints.

"That damn thing is impossible for us to defeat at this stage, the numbers are broken, the health bar is less than 100,000, and it can attack over an unlimited range."

The Undead cursed and berated, denouncing the game for being balanced by feet, completely disregarding their gaming experience.

"I’m quitting the game!"

Lind: As promised, double happiness!

Too bad it’s not the case.

After experimenting, the Undead became even more certain that with their current strength, they couldn’t even get past the side quests.

"So was Magdalena sick when she issued the quest? There was no transition at all?" It’s the classic stage of cursing NPCs.

It’s in this state that Lind leads a group of Undead who have just been singly killed by the Boss, with no will to fight, to the Scholar Ancient Ruins.

"I’ll be selling a special kind of map here, one of the Scholar Ancient Ruins, including Scholar Cave, Scholar Ruins, and Scholar’s Farm, and it can even give real-time location feedback. It’s cheap."

Old Black beside him: "..."

It was the eve of a great battle, yet he was still doing business.

But it’s good to be business-minded; the more he does this, the more he can help promote his own fame.

While Old Black was still pondering, the maps in Lind’s hands had already sold out.

The real-time positioning wasn’t supported by the technology of the Mechanical God Cult. Although it is now feasible, to assert his "authority," Lind used the ability of the Story Dominus to create a map that combined "illustration" and "text."

It could indicate the Undead’s positions, and the map would even be updated later with enemy locations and NPCs with quests.

Compared to the maps he made in his earliest days, this one was much more mature.

For the power of the Dominus, accomplishing all of this was not difficult.

An "Information Cocoon Room" weaved by Lind himself; the more the Undead rely on the map in the future, the more convenient it becomes for Lind to influence the content of the Undead’s gaming experience.

"Are we waiting here?" asked Old Black.

Not all the Undead had arrived, and currently, there were only about fifty to sixty thousand of them present.

"Of course not."

Lind headed towards Dragon Nest Cliff and instantly spotted the exceptionally conspicuous pitch-black mountains amid the range.

He could distinctly feel the presence of the King of Black Phosphorus in there.

That must be the body of the Old Black Dragon, possessing seventh-tier top combat power and one of the steeds of the Knights of the Apocalypse, Hastings.

With the opponent’s strength, unless it didn’t want to be discovered, the Undead probably couldn’t sense it, including the "show health bar" feature. Strength brings such freedom.

Lind looked toward those Undead wearing various colored gear and radiating different magical auras, like a rainbow-colored ocean, the Undead fearlessly awaiting the start of the battle.

"Hell, we can’t even beat a sidequest Boss, can we handle the main Boss?"

"I guess it should trigger a key plot, maybe a plot-driven defeat."

The Undead had long been habituated to not being the protagonists in their gaming experience, from the server opening to now, they have always been Foot Soldiers, none of them becoming the Savior.

Those still entangled with the sidequest hastily abandoned their stagnant conquests, opting to make an appearance during this critical moment.

Undead from other regions were hastening their approach, hoping to make it in time for the war.

The battlefield was already as fiery and intense as a burning Furnace.

...

In the Abyss, unaware of the situation outside, a familiar presence was approaching.

It was the very person who had betrayed him, and he had even brought along a team of Undead whose strength was barely worthy of recognition.

The start of the war was quite abrupt.

Led by Lind, his subordinated Deities obeyed his commands to the letter, never advancing even a step without permission for fear of defection upon the slightest carelessness.

The Melted Armor transformed into fiery moths that unfolded their wings, completely enveloping Lind’s body, which under the watchful eyes of the Undead grew and enlarged frantically, ultimately assuming the form of a Giant.

The Ghost Cloak unfurled as well, as if tearing a corner from the dark clouds in the sky.

His feet stomped down on the earth, causing a thunderous roar.

His body rapidly closed the distance ahead.

Everyone present had more or less witnessed Lind’s power and had a very clear understanding of the extent of his strength. At this stage, he should have few rivals, yet not be invincible—after all, he had once been influenced by the Abyss.

A figure emerged from the pitch-blackness in front, in comparison to the Giant’s form Lind had taken, it seemed like a Necromancer hiding in the darkness, with a sinister aura.

"Where’s the health bar of the Abyss?"

[Abyss, lv89]

[Life: ???]

Exactly two tiers above Lind’s strength.

Different from the Undead, the moment Lind spotted the Abyss, he felt a powerful oppressive force. He tried to quicken his pace and hurled all his strength out.

A Black Knight, clad in Heavy Armor, appeared out of nowhere; its stature not much different from Lind, clutching a broad-bladed Two-handed Sword, the two collided upon rushing together.

But the Abyss was evidently more agile than Lind.

His speed far surpassed his strength, the refined Swordsmanship conjured up a whistling storm, easily deflecting the Black Knight’s Two-handed Sword.

The opponent’s sword skewedly stabbed into the ground.

The ground started to tremble again.

Lind, meanwhile, hoisted his sword and struck fiercely at the opponent’s chest with the hilt, causing them to stagger backward and falter.

The power increased once more, flames scorching.

The exploding blaze caused the temperature across the battlefield to incessantly rise.

Ordinary five-ring foes were no match for Lind, and as for six-ring ones, the currently severely injured Abyss was reluctant to conjure them up due to the massive Bleeding that would result.

The great sword vertically slashed at the tiny "ant" on the ground.

But a black shadow flitted by, and Lind’s body toppled.

He sustained serious injuries, but his body was quickly repairing itself.

The Abyss also clearly recognized this; the war with the Knights of the Apocalypse continued unabated, and he was acquainted with every trait of each enemy.

"Ugh!"

Lind clutched his chest and retreated, panting heavily.

Undead: ?

Did he just go down? Did I miss something?

"Do we go over and finish him off?" someone was still asking.

"Watch the story unfold."

Obviously, it was time for a monologue.

Lind opened his eyes wide, suddenly looked up and roared furiously, his throat emanating a dragon’s bellow.

At the same time, everyone saw the phantom of a Dragon Knight appear behind Lind, there was no need for interpretation now, many of the Undead already knew what was happening.

The fact that Lind was the "Mentor" of the Knights of the Apocalypse was known to all.

The ground began to shake.

Upon receiving Lind’s signal, the King of Black Phosphorus thought of his own opportunity to finally make an entrance and strained to twist his body.

Mountains collapsed, the slumbering Black Dragon awoke.

"Roar!!"

Come now, worship the great King of Black Phosphorus.

The King of Black Phosphorus flapped its wings and landed behind Lind.

Just by twisting its body, the black phosphorus friction created sparks.

"F*ck, that’s definitely the coolest mount!"

King of Black Phosphorus: Hm?

The coolest mount?