The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 803 - 566: Red-skinned Lind_2

Chapter 803: Chapter 566: Red-skinned Lind_2

The already tall physique grew even larger now, making people worry whether his head would pierce the fortress’s ceiling.

"Ants" became smaller, so small that they were densely packed and hard to capture with sight.

The Undead’s attack aimed at Lind’s head, yet some found that when their mid-range magic reached Lind’s head, its power had already dissipated significantly.

Too tall, so much that it was beyond the attack range.

"How the hell are we supposed to fight this?"

"Destroy his body parts?"

The Undead, with numerous guesses, had to shift their focus to Lind’s feet still on the ground.

"Attack his legs, make him kneel!"

Though the Undead had a good idea, when they got closer, the Giant merely stomped his foot, and a giant earthquake comparable to three-ring magic struck them, making them feel weightless as they flew up like dust.

Moreover, they were horrified to find that Lind’s Undead and Deities had their bodies enlarged, entwined in a layer of fury, their health bars massively increased.

All were enraged.

This was the power from the Dwarf War God’s Starlet.

Lind roared and jumped, wielding his giant axe, sweeping the Undead like dust, his skin turned red in a frenzy state, causing the enemy troops, including strong warriors, to retreat step by step.

A feeling of helplessness surged.

Despite his strength being insufficient to instantly kill any strong warrior, those with power beyond five rings wouldn’t necessarily die from decapitation.

Yet, his fierce attacking posture made people feel hopeless from the bottom of their hearts.

The Thunder Spear in his eye sockets was still flashing.

Like a torrential flood, the power surged, pointing the giant axe at his next target, Oram.

Oram’s throat went dry.

The colossal figure stepped forward, seeming slow to the eyes, yet each step covered a distance that would require Oram to run hundreds of paces.

With just two strides, the distance between them closed.

As Lind’s body grew, the giant axe also became larger, like a Giant holding a mountain.

The chopping target was precisely Oram.

"He noticed me."

...

The battle finally approached its end; first, the Dwarf Fortress ceased to exist, these self-proclaimed noble races had no chance to showcase their nobility, whether it was the former Lord Magdalena or the current Lord Lind, they both believed that it was better to eliminate those unwilling to submit than to subdue them.

The great magic city, transformed by Mechanical Believers over several years, now turned to ashes, with occasional remnants found when digging through the soil.

The Undead sent by Duke Hein were all wiped out, and Lind’s Undead formed squads to scour the battlefield, searching for survivors. Surprisingly, they could always find a few who refused to die happily or had other tricky ideas.

The remaining war was only a clash between experts above the five rings.

Flames and weapons collided, clouds churned; the fortress was enduring battles far beyond its capacity.

Lind’s eyes had already recovered.

He successfully absorbed a trace of the Starlet power from the Dwarf War God after his death, activating his body’s potential, allowing him to go berserk due to extreme emotions like rage and pain, doubling his combat power.

This could also affect his teammates.

He was very cautious about the Starlet power; when it entered his body it didn’t make sense, like dry land crazily absorbing water, unwilling to waste a drop.

Therefore, Lind prepared to enhance the Golden Oath Badge, letting the Oath Cage restrain this external power.

He looked at the war ahead; the battle between the Deities would probably last for a long time.

Even with his condition, he needed to rest.

After all, successfully killing several strong warriors gave them a significant numerical advantage, with the Undead continually aiding them.

The enemy experts were bitterly complaining, unable to win, escape, or surrender.

To become a captive, the other side must be willing, but Lind showed no interest in taking them as captives.

...

The territory of the King of Kings.

Duke Hein’s face did not look good; he sat on his throne, gazing into the distance. So far, there was no news from his sent troops, but he couldn’t ignore the mass death and resurrection of the Undead.

Some Undead even acted as live commentators, recounting what they "saw" to Duke Hein, serving as his ravens.

Many lords used Undead this way, though only normally; no one gave them too much freedom, as they were always untrustworthy.

"We were wiped out." The voice of the Undead, passionately reporting on the scene, abruptly stopped.

Who would’ve thought Lind would first pull a "claim territory" move, bringing the siege tactics into NPC battles, then perform a full team buff.

Our Undead were all dead, and our top combat power was damaged.

Deity deaths weren’t scary; the Divine Authority would remain on-site, becoming Lind’s spoils.

This war was a heavy loss.

"We should proactively attack, sir!" The Undead looked at the grim-faced Duke Hein and proactively suggested.

His face was described as "grim" because the magic patterns on his face were flashing like anger, casting half of his face into darkness.

"I’m not the provocative type, but sir, Lind is acting arrogantly, clearly not taking you seriously. At this moment, if you directly attack, he won’t beat you; no matter how we fight, we’ll win."

Lind indeed couldn’t beat Duke Hein, but he had a seven-ring giant dragon, King of Black Phosphorus.

Moreover, his Undead followers occupied the majority of the world’s Undead, making mass warfare always a tactic Lind used against others, never the other way around.

The Undead still wanted to stir things up; as long as both sides fought, their tasks would come, and they would be rewarded.

As for who wins or loses, they didn’t care; in the current situation, Duke Hein’s forces might not even match Lind’s. They could immediately defect to Lind’s camp once the fight began and then ride the victory wave.

Duke Hein didn’t heed their advice, leaving them disappointed.

The Undead were driven away.

"Whoa, what’s this?" The Undead, just leaving the hall, gathered and shared the interesting information.

"It seems Lind is going to release a collector’s edition of character cards, with attribute bonuses and supposedly an exclusive character card. The card packs haven’t even started selling, and there’s already a second-hand market."

"Not even released, they haven’t started drawing them yet."

"Getting NPCs to loudly promote hosting a secondary creation contest sounds interesting."

Many were already submitting entries, mostly posting online and soliciting votes.

"Whoa, [Rand Infantry·Lind]!"

"[Lost Soul Knight·Lind], [Mad Secret Knight·Lind], [Duke Lion·Lind], [Black Knight·Lind], [Dragon Knight·Lind], [War God·Lind], wow! Once they come out, I must support them."

In the card pack release videos, [War God·Lind]’s card appeared in the center spot.

In the video, Lind’s eye was pierced by the Thunder Spear, roaring with a crimson skin, his screams even audible.

Moreover, the card design was interactive. If you pulled other cards like Oram, Silent Nun, who died in this battle, their expressions and reactions would vary differently.

...

Lind successfully brought the Mechanical Believers back to the War Throne, completely giving up the Dwarf Fortress without any reluctance.

A fortress turned entirely to ruins wasn’t worth his investment, too far from the War Throne, and surrounded by many dangers. On the way back, even a large number of Ring Knights and their followers were attracted by the battle sounds.

The predetermined gradual encroachment targets wouldn’t be easily changed.

Quickly boosting the strength of the Iron Lumps and engaging in bigger projects was crucial.

Short on money.

Thus, Lind had to gather a group of Painters, even allowing Undead to participate in the original artwork design contest, rewarding participants with a lottery key and more generous rewards for the selected ones.