The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 779 - 554: Equipment Recycling, Free Trade_2

Chapter 779: Chapter 554: Equipment Recycling, Free Trade_2

"So few?"

In reality, the ball at Sin Dragon Castle had already sparked an extensive online discussion, equivalent to one in every dozen people participating in this "main quest" ball; there was no Undead who did not know of this ball.

But knowing about it does not mean they would willingly join and become the "sole Savior."

Especially since Lind has quite a few competitors.

It thus becomes extremely important to continuously "update" and release new features.

"There is still plenty of land available, but is this world ready to welcome millions of Lords?"

Letting Undead freely battle each other has a profound impact on the natives, and can easily spiral out of control.

"So let’s start with a little appetizer."

He needs to return to the War Throne to discuss and formulate a detailed plan, then guide the Undead to give it a try.

"We are leaving." Lind looked at [Witch] Hila, "Will you follow us?"

"Are you inviting me? To your territory." Hila looked at him expectantly.

"If you wish to go." Lind said with a smile, "I mean yes, would you like to visit my territory?"

"Of course!" Hila nodded.

The Sin Dragon Castle that had always soared in the sky suddenly tore open a spatial rift and disappeared into it.

The nearby Undead craned their necks and used various angles to capture this scene.

Magic Land Northern.

A towering mountain range circles, forming the territory believed to be where Duke Hein, the King of Kings, resides.

One needs to go through numerous difficulties to enter here, and up till now, only a very small number of Undead have achieved this, not by their own power, but through special permission.

Looking down from the high clouds above, forked roads branch out, with each path ending in a dwelling.

And in the farthest castle resides Duke Hein, a legendary Rank-7 powerhouse, with numerous Deities and warriors above Rank-5 under his command.

They are the strongest warriors among the King of Kings’ subordinates.

"A large number of Undead have left, my lord; the situation is worse than we anticipated," said a tall, gaunt-faced man with a shaved head, wearing a stand-collar robe.

He was unusually tall, like a standing stick insect, with a neck, body, and legs that were longer than what was normal.

This was a spacious castle hall; looking up, the high vaulted ceiling could accommodate some enormous creatures.

Sitting in the main seat above, wearing complex Magic Armor, was a middle-aged man with a beard and a turbid look in his eyes, his build even larger than Lind’s, likely between 3.5 to 4.5 meters.

What was more surprising was that he was not a deity.

The real King of Kings, a "human" like Lind.

He had a fluctuating Crest on his cheeks too, invisible in bright surroundings, but in the dark, a Crest covering half his body emerged on his face.

Duke Hein said, "They are of no consequence, Radlon, we have much to deal with, such as those idiots whose brains seem to have short-circuited. Do they know the cost of betraying their own Lord?"

"Perhaps a distant Curse has muddled their minds," said the slender figure named Radlon, "but they still remember your terror and would instinctively follow your orders even if they were mad."

"That doesn’t sound like good news," Duke Hein’s mouth twisted into a smirk, "Tell them, let them behave for a while. Any other worse news?"

"Yes," Radlon said with a smile, stark against Duke Hein’s impatient expression.

"Lind Armand has become the owner of Misty Rain City, making him the Lord of that territory."

"Boom!"

Complicated forces Burst out at the same time, ice and fire howled, Lightning danced, the ground cracked, lava surged, while at the same time plants grew rapidly.

The complex situations of the entire world seemed to manifest all at once.

Radlon stood as if on an isolated island, unmoved by the terror around him, his long and pale face always wearing a smile.

"He won’t reclaim that land, nobody can," Duke Hein shook his head.

"But what if he has a group of Soldiers who do not fear death?"

"Those Undead?"

"Yes."

All anomalies vanished, and Duke Hein’s demeanor returned to calm, his body slumped lazily against the back of his chair as if without support.

Even in a languid pose, his domineering aura remained undiminished, like a shark that only reveals its dorsal fin above the water—no one would doubt the terror lurking beneath the surface.

"How much have they accomplished?" asked Duke Hein.

Having witnessed the Undead firsthand, Duke Hein harbored doubts about their strength and combat readiness. Being powerful does not equate to being combat-effective. Fear of pain, poor mentality, and a gaming mindset meant that most Undead could only take beatings when unable to overwhelm with skill or numerical superiority.

A rabble would never earn the recognition of Duke Hein.

"They defeated several Ring Knights," Radlon said, his smile vanishing.

In the past, defeating Ring Knights was a good thing, keeping those underground lunatics at bay, but if it was Lind Armand’s faction, that was a different story.

"What should we do?"

"Compete for more of the Undead," suggested Radlon. "Make the Undead willing to work in your territory."

"What has Lind Armand been doing lately?"

Duke Hein had no impression of Lind for a long time, until the topic in the Undead’s lips was always revolving around him, as well as those "literary works."

"I have studied this specifically," Radlon said, bowing and folding like a suddenly bent branch.

His voice was slightly shrill, with an undertone of amazement: "He seems to know exactly what the Undead want. While we increase rewards to attract more Undead, he always manages to snatch everything away with other methods, proving my guess with his actions this time."

The insatiable greed of the Undead is a common understanding among all NPCs. The idea of pouring resources into securing long-term service from the Undead is simply not feasible—even Duke Hein had given up on this approach after trying it.

He simply couldn’t sustain it, even if the rewards offered weren’t valuable; he couldn’t produce them in quantities sufficient to satisfy the Undead.

Being a powerhouse with a Longsword for 1st and 2nd circle Undead to use was bizarre enough, but the number of Undead attempting to claim that sword by completing missions was countless.

Having learned how Lind was resolving this issue, Duke Hein immediately set out to study him.

Now, as the second-largest power with numerous Undead in Magic Land, Duke Hein has learned a lot from Lind and is also referred to by the Undead as "the first public test server."

Many Undead who dislike Lind, or simply want to explore more, choose Duke Hein, and his guides also bring back many.

Saying first and second may make it seem like there’s not much difference.

In terms of proportion, Lind probably holds about 70% of Magic Land’s Undead, Duke Hein holds 3%, and the remaining scattered powers continue to divide the rest.

Now, it was time to imitate Lind again.

"A ball?"

"The ball is just the surface."

Radlon analyzed the ball within Sin Dragon Castle and the "movie" screening, which helped Lind open sales channels among the Undead.

"What exactly should we do?"

"Make the Undead willing to fight for you, and show off your charm."

...

Lind returned to the War Throne with [Witch] Hila.

"This is my fiancée, Tione," he introduced proactively, and as Tione looked on in surprise, he wrapped his arm around her waist and bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.

Hila’s expression froze.

"Is it a role that stands in the way of love?" She muttered to herself in an incomprehensible way.

Lind ignored whatever she was imagining.

"What is this?"

Lind looked at a video posted by an Undead named "Radlon."

It was pushed to the top with terrifying speed, second only to Lind’s ball.

"Equipment redemption, free trade!"