The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 797 - 563: The Sparrow Stalks Behind_2

Chapter 797: Chapter 563: The Sparrow Stalks Behind_2

Lind plunged downwards, and the whole "sky" collapsed along with his descent.

A Dwarf Soldier leaped high into the air, the madness and fear in his mind led him to a very unwise decision. Although fleeing might not mean survival, his predicament signaled to others what recklessly touching the Dark Flame would entail.

Everyone could see that his body suddenly became limp, his eyes lost focus -- signs of a soul being crushed. Then came the Flames, splattering Flames diffusing onto his companions behind him.

Colors burst forth like plague flames that would ignite into madness upon touch; those set alight began to burn with black flames, then entered the state where their souls were crushed.

A team vanished just like that, but no one would care about them anymore, as the darkness pressed down and obliterated everything.

Transformed into a giant War God, Lind dove at the Dwarf War God; having injured the enemy before, this was a good opportunity. His colossal, heavy body did not restrict Lind; once he fully adapted to this power, he felt even more exhilarated.

The pitch-black flames surged silently.

However, a thunderous roar that resembled Thunder shattered the silence; the Dwarf War God was still howling, but the aura emanating from him had turned utterly cold.

There could only be one victor: the giant clad in Battle Armor, with black flames burning beneath his feet. Perhaps from this day on, for a very long time, no one would want to recall this scene, especially those who were being slaughtered.

The casualties among the Undead grew wildly in the middle and later stages of the battle; protecting every Mechanical God Cult Believer became their primary task, even the fragile Wizards chose to sacrifice themselves at the first instance to block lethal blows with their bodies.

Under such fervent escort, the bewildered Iron Lumps finally left the Dwarf Fortress. They did not understand why this battle had begun, nor did they grasp why their lives could be of such importance.

But, being alive is always good.

"Don’t be afraid, buddy. With me here, you’ll definitely be fine," an Undead with bright green hair and inexpressibly ugly features was chatting with an Iron Lump of the Mechanical God Cult.

Luckily, the Iron Lump had seen weirder things, or else he might suspect that he had entered the clutches of an even more terrifying Evil God and had become its captive.

They were not confident, but this group of oddities was too enthusiastic.

"Do you eat? Drink? Oh, I forgot you’re an Iron Lump. What do you consume? I’ve got minerals here, energy stones, beast teeth."

The Mechanical Believers looked at the stuff shoved into their hands, glanced around, and found that everyone was more or less the same, their hands stuffed with items, making even walking somewhat difficult.

Their mechanical hearts were suddenly filled with a warm flow. Who says Iron Lumps can’t feel warmth? This is the Magic World, and they felt slowly spreading care.

What kind people.

...

"Report, a large number of Undead spotted!"

As the temporary commander in charge of the retreat, who was also one of the candidates for the Legion Commander, the Sublime Angel was flying in the sky, having just been robbed of the "Angel" Title by Lind.

"Undead?" The Sublime Angel was surprised, as It had not felt their presence.

"They are at most half a day’s distance from us, possibly even faster."

Heroic Rank Undead moving fast enough for half a day... that meant they were still very far away.

It wanted to ask how the other party knew about this, but then It suddenly remembered that the Undead seemed to have an indistinguishable network for sharing information with friends and foes alike.

That meant, when one side knew of the other’s approach, the other also knew the situation of the first side.

Fighting with open cards is absolutely terrible, for other than direct confrontation, there are no other options.

"What’s the detailed situation?" The Sublime Angel inquired unkindly.

Having information and not using it would be an actual problem; time was pressing, and It needed to ensure the information was timely. As for its accuracy... that could be slightly relaxed.

However, the situation was beyond the Sublime Angel’s expectations.

"The enemy has deployed 31,100 Undead, among them are 22,000 Wizards, the rest are Knight-class close-combat professions. Leading the team is the Silent Nun of the Northern Divine, accompanied by a pack of giant wolves, likely a force obtained from other continents. We are currently at a disadvantage," reported the Undead, providing very detailed information.

It wasn’t just roughly the number of troops; it also included detailed intelligence.

The reason for this was simple: someone was broadcasting live, and a magic sand table was being used to replicate the situation of both armies in real-time.

To ensure the clarity of the data, they had listed detailed charts including professions, numbers, and MVP kills, guaranteeing that as soon as someone saw the data chart, they would know the extent of the battle.

"What is their objective? To wage war on us?" Sublime Angel still couldn’t comprehend why there would be a sudden attack from such powerful beings.

It might be related to their lack of deep understanding of the forces in this plane.

If it’s to annihilate our side, they’re bound to be disappointed. Deities possess "Immortality," and even after death, they can be resurrected by Lind, with an inexhaustible source of energy needed for Resurrection.

Undead are even more impossible to exterminate.

The Sublime Angel’s heart suddenly lurched, realizing that after this battle, the number of lost Undead has increased; now only a little over ten thousand remain, weary and with severe depletion of gear, and the wear and tear on weapons and armor is not to be ignored.

In contrast, the enemy is fully armed and vastly outnumbers us.

We are not qualified to engage in a war of attrition.

"It seems it started with Dwarves," an Undead said, "and then quickly the situation here was relayed to Duke Hein, and they decided to attack on the spur of the moment to seize the Iron Lumps."

Though its use is unclear, seizing them was the right move.

The conduct of Duke Hein may seem brainless and perhaps too admiring of Lind, but his choice has to be admitted as correct.

If successful, Lind would suffer a significant setback.

"Retreat!" commanded the Sublime Angel, "We cannot continue forward, fall back to the fortress!"

"Huh?" the Undead exclaimed in surprise.

Isn’t that trapping themselves in a pot?

A mission that should have been a victory is now doomed to fail due to interference. Curses already fill the air from the Undead, with others frantically contacting friends and family. Regardless of whether Misty Rain City will collapse and erupt, they plan to first mow down Duke Hein’s Undead, then squat triumphantly upon their faces.

With the order given, the Undead have no choice but to head back, but the situation at the fortress is hardly optimistic. They have not truly taken control of the fortress; it is still amidst the tail end of battle.

The retreating troop could hear "Boom! Boom!"– the thunderous noise of an earthquake as they approached the Dwarf Fortress.

Lind is yet to cease his frightful assault; such a barrage could flatten a mountain.

And this also proves the dire situation inside.

One could tell by the Dark Flame spilling out of the now tattered fortress.

"Some stay up front to block, damn it! They’re coming too fast, the rest of you cover our Iron brethren and retreat!"

My Huanqu will not admit defeat and stepped forward.

At this moment, there is no choice, whoever has combat strength must fight. But this is the central region of Misty Rain City, days away from the War Throne; dying here means resurrecting back at the War Throne, and by the time they run back, it’ll be all over.

Thousands of Undead volunteers step forward, their armor soaked with blood, faces, and bodies bearing wounds. Engaging the enemy, the encounter is bound to happen sooner than expected.

"Roar!!" The roar came first.

Ahead in the valley, massive shadows moved swiftly forward.

Over a dozen Demon Beast Giant Wolves, enveloped by clouds of dust, with claws stirring pebbles, charged towards them.

Following closely are the Undead of the King of Kings.

It’s as though the Giant Demon Beast Wolves up front serve as massive rakes sweeping across, while the Undead behind resemble a fine net, meticulously capturing any that slip through, not letting a single one escape.

In the rear, some figures clearly distinguishable from the Undead could be seen.

My Huanqu’s gaze flickers, then locks onto the salivating charging Giant Wolves, whose fur clung tight to their bodies due to their rapid movement, rippling with each leap and bound.

"Boom—!" At the first collision, several Undead were knocked over.

A Demon Beast Giant Wolf clamped an Undead’s arm in its jaws, shaking its head violently, tearing it into pieces.

The war is not over; the fierce battle has just begun.

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