The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 795 - 562 True Colors_2

Chapter 795: Chapter 562 True Colors_2

The warriors formed a formation, attempting to hinder Lind’s advance. The rumbling sound of their running crushed the ground, like heavy war chariots speeding by.

They charged wrapped in whirlwinds.

Flames suddenly burst from the back of a warrior, the blast of air flipping the dust on the ground behind him into the sky, and in such a condition, the warrior mounted on fierce flames charged towards Lind.

One after another, they all used the same method to attack Lind.

The suicide attack method was clearly not exclusive to the Undead.

A warrior reached in front of Lind, the Curved Blade Battle Axe in his hand striking the armor. After the tremendous impact, he used a hook to successfully cling onto Lind.

Lind kept moving forward, other than occasionally swinging his fists to smash down chunks of flesh and blood, he did not bother with those who managed to hang onto him.

Even though he was already quite agile, the difference in size made it impossible for him to easily grab these little bugs clinging onto his body.

Stepping into the residential area, the most primal satisfaction of destruction filled Lind’s heart as he trampled building after building.

He was like a destroyer marching into a Lego set.

"Die!" A roar came from beside Lind’s ears, through the helmet.

Lind didn’t care at all, and even if he wanted to care, he had no chance, as the collisions simply couldn’t penetrate his Armor. After all, this Melted Armor had become the leader of the Alliance in the beginning.

Those "little guys" thought they had seized an opportunity, grabbing their weapons with their backhands and started slashing and stabbing at Lind.

"Hiss—" Steam hissed from the massive "cracks" in the armor.

A "little guy" got sprayed accidentally; his face immediately turned red and blistered.

"Ahh!!" He covered his face and screamed.

More and more surging steam emerged, then flames replaced the steam. Lind’s body surface’s Melted Armor ignited again, and large numbers of Dwarf Soldiers fell off with a crackling sound.

Lind’s decisive entry quickly evened out the advantage brought by the dwarves’ frenzy; he was a walking Flame Giant, crushing everything in his path, successfully maintaining the Undead’s winning situation on their side.

In the distance, the Dwarf civilians, who were not good at fighting, reacted. Instead of sitting ducks, they prepared to fight back to the best of their abilities, even though everyone, including themselves, was well aware that their participation would not change the outcome of the war.

But protecting their homeland did not require weighing too much; it was necessary.

Lind quickly turned his head, which might seem slow in others’ eyes, but if comparing the distance moved and the motion of a normal human form, it would be found that his speed was unnervingly fast.

His gaze shifted from the tumultuous combat of the Undead, Lind adjusted his direction to chase the Dwarf War God. Wherever he passed, flames spread rapidly, engulfing all surrounding buildings.

Everyone could see the Giant, donned in dark red Armor, crossing building after building, then the flames exploded out from the buildings’ doors, windows, and all possible cracks, utterly doomed to the fire.

But Lind’s gaze was fixed on the Dwarf War God. The latter seemed to have finally run to his limit.

"Enough here." He raised his greatsword, pointing at Lind.

Now, they looked like Giants and Dwarves; Lind was huge, and the Dwarf was just a bit larger than the average person, posing no threat in front of Lind.

The continuously walking Lind finally bent down and charged forward, stretching his legs to run.

Burst with full power!

He must not let the other side go.

A Dwarf Soldier standing on a building along the way watched as a "mountain" whizzed by him, the hot wind scraping from the other side knocking him off balance.

The surging rage seemed to cool down for a moment in the face of the huge figure.

Even though his own rage was hot, and the flames on the other’s body were also hot, the collision between them turned out to be chilling to the bone, forcing the heart to refrain from beating wildly and the breath to subconsciously hold.

Only when he saw the huge figure take three steps and completely run out of the neighborhood, did his heart finally resume its steady rhythm.

The Dwarf War God broke through the encirclement of the Undead ahead, staring intently at the enormous creature charging towards him.

The path it ran through left unrestrained explosions, towering flames, and scorched burning marks.

He wielded the Battle Axe, drawing a bloody arc to actively confront the Giant.

The two sides finally clashed.

The explosions of flames scattered like raindrops, impacting the surrounding environment, re-baptizing the land and buildings; an Undead was hit, howling miserably, and a Dwarf Soldier had also been injured. The unavoidable flames pinned him to the ground, incinerating his armor to ashes.

The wounded Undead seized the chance to rise, decapitating the Dwarf Soldier’s head.

Scenarios like this were constantly being replayed.

Lind, wielding the Soul Blade, chopped towards the Dwarf as if swinging a huge hammer to smash a slightly protruding small nail.

His soul had grown supernaturally strong, beyond certain limits - where others could only store it as potential within themselves, Lind could use his soul to attack.

A "thud" of a great sound.

The Dwarf War God was not smashed into the ground by Lind’s sword; he spread his legs apart, raised both hands to catch the Battle Axe, colliding with the sword blade that was slashing down.

Strength burst forth from his hands.

"Roar!" With that roar, the Dwarf War God slowly elevated the greatsword that radiated with pure power.

The strength suddenly drained, the Dwarf War God swung his axe in vain, looking aghast at the Giant Lind who now had nothing in his hands.

"To what extent does he control strength?"

It’s unimaginable, can someone suddenly withdraw their strength without any warning during a full-force struggle? Maybe it sounds wonderful, but even Deities couldn’t achieve that.

The strength that was supposed to be in the deadlock always existed, allowing no one to move even a fraction of it away. So when the opponent withdraws their strength, one should be able to feel it immediately.

That moment would be the best time for a counterattack.

But the Dwarf War God knew clearly that all the strength had disappeared in an instant.

Then, that azure greatsword made of pure energy reappeared in the Giant’s hands.

They clashed again.

The Dwarf War God’s expression changed drastically; this power was wrong. He found himself completely unable to endure it, his Battle Axe flying right out of his grip.

He looked down at his hands, his ten trembling fingers did not dare to exert any strength.

"Several hundred thousand stored strikes, although not many."

Lind was also regretful; finding a target that could withstand his chops and cooperatively act as his punching bag was not easy. It was only after the occasional skirmish that he could accumulate this much.

Alternatively, gather all the things sealed underneath Misty Rain City together.

That would hold too large a risk unless there was a new batch of Ring Knights.

While contemplating his future "tower climbing" plans, he did not forget the fight at hand; as an NPC who had fought his way up from the bottom, combat had almost become second nature to Lind.

Moreover, he could fight while distracted.

To the Dwarf War God, the Giant’s enormous foot bearing down was like the sky pressing downwards, the terrifying force from the foot above could be felt.

No longer concealing his ability, the Dwarf War God roared, his skin instantly reddening.

That power from beyond suffused his body, crimson electric arcs crackling between his fingertips and hair, as a frenzied impulse filled his heart.

The Dwarf War God dodged out of the range of the enormous foot’s crushing, he should have gone to retrieve his axe, but following his frenzied heart, he lunged at Lind.

"Snap—boom!"

Lind swung his fist rapidly, accurately infusing his full body strength into the "big bug" that came flying at him.

The tremendous impact made Lind’s wrist shake, even causing his body to slightly lean back.

Unexpectedly, the adversary possessed such an immense force, almost managing to twist his arm off directly. Is this the true face of that strength?

It’s more than just a frenzy.