The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 791 - 560 Thunder Flash Strike War_2

Chapter 791: Chapter 560 Thunder Flash Strike War_2

Passionate chanting brought forth specks of light that sprinkled among the crowd, burrowed into their armor and skin, sheathing them in a layer of grey-white stone skin.

"Except for the team actively engaging the enemy, everyone else move to the central part of the fortress!"

Abandon one gate, then turn another into the new defensive line, and hold out as long as possible.

As for what to do after holding out, or what to do if they fail to hold out, don’t think too much—avoid the blade chopping towards your head now, what happens tomorrow doesn’t matter.

The disaster struck abruptly and unexpectedly.

"Boom!"

That was the sound of the fortress’s gate being struck, but it sounded more like someone was trying to overturn a mountain with their elbow.

"Boom!"

Debris fell, hitting the dwarves’ hearts like the impacted gate.

"Boom—! Rumble—!"

The gate was busted open, as if an enormous mountain range blocking the way was instantaneously crushed.

Inside the Dwarf Fortress, with an ample supply of magic, they could replicate all the resources they needed, using magic as energy, with white light continuously enveloping the ceiling.

As the ’mountain range’ collapsed, scorching winds rushed in first. In the space before the fortress’s second gate, the area was instantly filled, the high temperatures made breathing painfully hot, like an invisible flame storm scorching all life within its reach.

The atmosphere was stifling, and one could even smell the stones and metal being scorched.

The Dwarf Soldiers left behind to "defend" were well aware of their task: delaying time.

When they finally braved the hot winds and opened their eyes to look ahead.

The sky had already darkened.

But outside, the intense waves of fire filled the space, with flames reaching to the sky, clawing at the shadows of dense figures at the gate, stretching them out like sticks poking right before their eyes.

The flickering flames were like their fiery capes.

The figure leading the attacking army roared.

"Attack!!"

Magic attacks, flames, thunder, frost, exploding into a spectacle of magical lights that captivated the eyes, and amidst them, a myriad of Alchemical Tools.

Among the Dwarf army, a Dwarf with a scar on his cheek stood with silent ears, only hearing a sharp "whizzing" noise.

Watching them approaching closer and closer.

He watched a collection of relatively weak magic spells launch forth, seeing a Fireball engulf the body of a teammate ahead, but the teammate was strong, quickly raising a hand to form a spherical barrier for protection.

The Fireball retreated helplessly.

But it was immediately followed by an ice spike piercing through the barrier.

The teammate’s raised palm couldn’t withstand the impact, as if suddenly punched, had to release their grip, and what came next was...

"Boom!"

An overwhelmingly powerful strike, like a tilting boulder rolling over one’s body, Scarface watched as the gold-haired giant in burning Battle Armor made a sweeping sword strike, vanishing several strong companions in its wake.

They had not yet vanished when, in the next moment, the ground cracked open, as if brewing some dangerous force.

Then—Boom!

Walls of fire serpented and rose.

Scarface suddenly could hear sound again, the enemy’s heavy and exaggerated build, and their exaggerated offensive tactics awakened him, deafening roars echoing in his ears.

"Ah!" That was a comrade’s scream.

"Kill!" That was the excited roar of the enemy.

As if trapped in a nightmare, after using all strength to wake, one finds the nightmare is still there to greet them.

Scarface was jolted into awareness by a bump from a comrade.

The strong and proud Dwarf remembered his mission, drew his weapon, with Runes spinning on its curved blade.

Gripping the curved blade with both hands, he aimed at the head too large to miss, then released.

Beams of light precisely hit the enemy’s head, not just one.

Scarface’s face showed no smile, not even blocking the opponent for a second.

Damn it!

And that giant figure raised its own finger, it too saw Scarface, seemingly satisfied with Scarface’s reaction, and it also launched its own attack.

The temperature around was crazily rising, as if the armor, meant for protection, sensed something wrong and was heating up.

The ground that had exploded under his attack now became the perfect tentacles for the offensive.

Including Scarface, one-fifth of the Dwarf Soldiers saw the changes under their feet on the ground. Each crack hid a glowing red high temperature, like the throat of a giant dragon opening to spew out fierce flames.

The air was twisted by the high temperature, like flames dancing in place, surging like a labyrinth raised from the ground, then vanishing, swallowing all the Dwarf Soldiers within range.

As if caught in the waves, they couldn’t control their bodies and could only drift with the flow.

The scent of flesh wafted through the air as the high temperature completely destroyed the protection of the armor.

Scarface was among the survivors of this group, looking fearfully at that figure who could inflict heavy losses with just the lift of a finger, his will to fight almost completely shattered.

He watched the fierce flames sweep across the battlefield, the steaming mist even tinged with blood-red color. Watching his position being demolished with a ravaging force, the fortress that once represented arrogance and pride, just like the outer gate, and the city gates beyond, was destroyed, leaving only scorched earth.

With grief in his heart, Scarface raised his scimitar in an attempt to rush forward and fight desperately.

"Pfft—" A figure sprang out from nowhere, piercing through Scarface’s throat cleanly, stuffed something in his mouth and turned to leave.

Just as he appeared, he disappeared with a turn.

"Drip, drip, drip, drip" The object in his mouth made an urgent noise.

Boom!

A head exploded, affecting several Dwarf companions nearby. The closest one had half of his face charred by the Magic Bursting Flame.

Lind, transformed into a giant, watched the Undead launch a frenzied attack.

This is war; to generalize it with right or wrong would seem naive.

He had no interest in the Dwarf’s past, nor the stories of their former privileges or bullying of men and women, as such things occur in every civilization.

This group had gathered a flock of Mechanical God Cult Believers, and Lind needed them, so he came to fight for them.

He even rejected the other suggestion Magdalena had raised earlier, although it was evident she didn’t want Lind to really choose it, but it was also clear it would absolutely meet Lind’s needs.

Subdue the Dwarfs with a slightly tougher approach.

They possessed superior bloodlines, high intelligence, and great talent. Even the weakest would have a level 1 strength upon reaching adulthood. With hard training and the addition of weapons and equipment, many even reached levels 3 or 4.

Lind still refused. Rather than gaining a group of proud NPCs who might not even perform better than the Undead in a fight, it was better to devise a way to tame them. A quick and decisive plunder of all Mechanical God Cult Believers was the best choice.

The performance of the Undead did not disappoint him. Now, unless facing a strong allied army or an overly powerful BOSS, no one could withstand the suicidal charge of the Undead army.

The defensive line ahead was cleared.

Killed them all, no prisoners; prisoners would severely slow down the pace of advance.

"What’s next waiting for us?" Lind asked.

Magdalena had already come to his side, riding on that Wolf.

"Residential area, there might also be Guardians, the strongest among them. I remember the Undead like to call them...

"BOSS!"

"I like this term." Magdalena smiled, "it’s like being targeted by Za Za’s eyes, anyone will die."

"Your understanding is profound."

Lind’s gaze turned to the second gate and he shouted loudly: "Break it down!"

The ground began to shake again, various brute forces hammering and beating at the gate, transferring the impact to the ground, causing the feet of those nearby to tingle from the reverberation.

Ruthless bombardment continued relentlessly, like a hammer pounding madly.

During this time, the Undead were also swiftly clearing the battlefield, some recovering their condition.

It was their first time in such a gratifying blitz, excitement visible on their faces, just needing to keep charging forward, yet also remembering not to die halfway.

"They used magic to protect, preventing us from breaking through this gate."

"Then forget this gate." Lind said, "Attack the walls!"

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