The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 715 - 523 Ring... God_2

Chapter 715: Chapter 523 Ring... God_2

A clash of thunder and fire, the shockwave generated presses down on the ground and extends downwards through the surface, causing everyone to feel the uneasy twisting of the ground, and a heavy quake lifts a thick cloud of dust into the air.

The weaker Undead struggle to stand firm amidst this impact.

Blades of sword winds sweep through, and the air begins to whistle.

The air around them turns as though countless invisible swords have stirred it into a thick, sticky mess, twisting clockwise, and the chaotic energy fluctuations prevent the weaker Undead from using their powers.

A group of heroes commence battle, even the setting itself is no match for them.

Members of the Proud Blood Mad Sand Guild clashed fiercely with the enemies of the Iron Sword Kingdom, a massive melee with high-end combat power where no formations could be applied.

A wizard holding a magic wand mimics the motion of drawing a bow, rapidly condensing Magic Element Arrows in front of the wand, and as he releases his hand, with a ’whoosh,’ a warrior surrounding his comrade is knocked down.

Someone notices him, counterattacking with magic to severely injure him.

Both sides suffer injuries, the Undead faction fighting even more fiercely, sustaining graver injuries, their immortality serving as their advantage.

Suddenly, a beam of light shoots from the ground towards the sky, spreading out midway into a semi-circular shield that envelops the battlefield, and the Undead within suddenly find their wounds healing rapidly.

Within a few breaths, their health bars are full again, and the injuries sustained seem like a trivial illusion, if not for the reduced durability of their equipment—damaged, weapons chipped, they might even mistake it for an Illusion Technique.

"Damn, this is too awesome."

"Having a healer is simply invincible!"

"Kill them all!"

The Iron Sword Kingdom’s side is not willing to show any weakness either, lacking in heroes skilled in wide-range healing magic, but the wounds of war make them more aggressive.

One after another, Heroic-ranked warriors tear off their armor, their spines ’pfft,’ ’pfft’ piercing out from their backs, drenched with blood, like nailed dragons, bones clattering, they become "Little Sword Demons."

They dash into the midst of the Undead, bringing forth splashes of blood, limbs flying everywhere.

Arrogant Blood Mad Sand Dragon King feels a wave of dizziness, his body uncontrollably spinning and flying out of the battlefield, flames, thunder, collisions rapidly sweeping by his side.

With a thud, his body crashes to the ground.

"Only 3 drops of blood left, damn, paralyzed state, deaf state, dying state..." Too many negative states, the worst part is he can’t die soon but also can’t move, being blown out of the battlefield makes it difficult for his teammates to help finish him off.

The battle ahead continues, a small group of four struggles against a group of "Little Sword Demons" from the Iron Sword Kingdom, even with a healer madly regenerating health, a slight misstep could lead them to be instantly killed.

He sees it all very clearly, they absolutely can’t hold on!

Reinforcements are not reliable, even if these people can really defeat the enemies led by the Iron Sword King, facing the powerful Sword Demon, they wouldn’t likely win, it’s unknown why they are so confident.

Suddenly, the ground begins to tremble, as if something is trying to burrow out, a Magic Circle appears out of nowhere on the ground, its purple magical light flickers rapidly as if an invisible hand is quickly drawing a circular magic symbol on the ground.

The moment the Magic Circle forms, a beam of light sprays out from the ground at high speed, if one is not attentive, it might seem merely a shooting star, but Arrogant Blood Mad Sand Dragon King sees clearly, the beam of light does not disappear directly but strikes the air.

The air heats up, clusters of condensed Magic Power arcs flicker, as if something is moving through them.

Then another beam of light appears, this time the column of light disappears a bit slower, but in human eyes, it’s still just a "flicker" before disappearing.

The flickering of the light becomes faster and faster.

Until finally, a stable column of light is formed.

"Is that someone?"

Shadows begin to appear one by one in the column of light, their numbers increasing, they emerge from the light, stepping out boldly.

All of them are Heroic Ranked Undead!

This scene leaves Arrogant Blood Mad Sand Dragon King parched, his heart pounding furiously, like a desperate warrior welcoming his powerful reinforcements, his heart experiencing intense fluctuations in an instant.

"We’ve won."

Although it’s like celebrating prematurely with champagne... it’s a definite win.

A large number of Heroic Ranked Undead flood the battlefield, and the battle becomes one-sided.

...

The Iron Sword King, clad only in pants, breathes heavily, his right hand clutching a notched one-handed sword, his body covered in numerous wounds, some caused by magic, others by slashing.

Why did the Undead suddenly become so powerful overnight, constantly breaking through to Heroic Rank, something they were thought never to achieve? He didn’t understand.

The attack came again amidst the shrill scream of the storm; the Undead, like hyenas starved for days, encircled and attacked the still-breathing "Little Sword Demons."

Iron Sword King inhaled a breath mixed with a thick scent of blood.

Everyone is dead, all of them!

And those detestable Undead were even casually chatting.

Now, the only thing he could rely on was one powerful being.

"O servant of the sword’s intent, call upon your name! Great Sword Demon Magnus!"

He called out loudly, strangely, the Undead who had been aggressively attacking until just a moment before, now suddenly stopped altogether and quietly, with expectant eyes, looked at him.

Sweat broke out on his forehead because the powerful Sword Demon did not respond.

In that case, the only thing waiting for him was a dead end.

"Aren’t you giving up too easily, buddy?" An Undead noticing that Iron Sword King was just silently standing there waiting for death couldn’t help but suggest, "Why not shout a few more times, maybe He will come?"

"Yeah, buddy, try shouting a few more times."

Iron Sword King: ?

What are these Undead trying to do, did they really think they can contend with the powerful Sword Demon? He admitted these beings were strong, but when facing the notorious killer Sword Demon, there was only death.

He looked up and shouted again.

This time, there finally was a response.

A massive figure appeared in the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground.

It was a giant, wearing only ragged trousers, bare-chested, with hands shackled, but his head was covered with a regally luxurious purple-gold helmet.

A series of glowing "thin swords" were embedded along His spine.

He appeared like a war prisoner tied up after defeat, but a strong aura of bloodlust emanated from Him.

Iron Sword King’s heartbeat suddenly quickened; the formidable Sword Demon had finally appeared.

He tried to shout to the other, but as the other made an entrance, the deafening thunderous noise completely drowned out his voice.

The Undead shouted: "Health bars are up, attack!"

Sword Demon Magnus charged towards the Undead, using His overwhelming strength to sweep through the Undead, and those irregular "thin swords" stuck in his spine flew out, rapidly stirring and slaughtering the approaching Undead.

"Use the ultimate move!" A few Undead Wizards gathered together in the distance, beginning to chant.

Magic Elements converged and caught Magnus’s attention. He faced a group of Undead pursuing extreme output; they had already figured out how to "cancel pre-animation" and "skip post-animation."

Sword Demon, including the Iron Sword King who was still barely alive, watched as those Heroic Rank wizards suddenly unleashed Fireballs, then the rhythm jumped, quickly skipping certain tones with similar pitches, and hands and feet moved in dance.

Boom!

Magic burst.

A compound magic, wrought from mixed attributes, the beam swept towards them, the Sword Demon’s "thin swords" rapidly merged, forming a sword shield.

Upon contact with the beam, it burst, also shielding Him from the strike.

The scattered thin swords surged towards the Undead.

Mushrooms clouds, about three to five meters tall, churned and ascended densely, the ground also began to bulge with it, the fragile earth trembling and struggling.

The Undead were forced back.

"Their way of attacking looks a bit familiar."

"Isn’t this the mushroom-growth technique of Nuclear Nun Tione?"

"Ring Knight, no wait, His name is clearly Sword Demon Magnus, and His identity is definitely that of Deities, what’s going on?"

"Shouldn’t be called Ring Knight, maybe should be called... uh, Round Deity?"