The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 810 - 570: Charge

Chapter 810: Chapter 570: Charge

Grace?

The Undead, discovering their aura rapidly strengthening, displayed hints of joy on their faces, yet Lind was somewhat perplexed.

Elemental creatures from a Different Plane serving as "good helpers".

Suddenly, one of the Undead let out a terrifying scream.

His body ignited by flames, his skin burned away instantly, revealing blood-red flesh and veins writhing slowly with each heartbeat.

The armor on him cracked open.

Each muscle acted on its own accord, writhing free of its constraints, transforming into an array of tentacles.

Blood spurted out, and in the end, it turned into a mushy, soft mass.

It did not completely lose its life, in fact, in Lind’s eyes, the thing’s vitality grew even stronger.

More and more of the Undead began to transform.

Their exploding bodies interconnected, eventually forming a demarcation line, separating Lind’s army from Duke Hein’s castle defenders.

An ocean of nauseating, slick, bloody tentacles.

Moreover, when their bodies exploded, if anyone was touched, their bodies began to partially disintegrate as well, spreading rapidly from person to person.

"Retreat! Don’t touch that thing!"

Someone shouted.

Others received an answer: "Touching it doesn’t lead to death, but renders you completely incapable of action, forced to log off, and you will log back in as that pile."

Under no circumstances should it be touched.

The previously fearless Undead now found it hard to conceal their inner fear.

"I like watching tentacles and Magic Girls, but I don’t want to become a tentacle," screamed an Undead whose face had already begun to twist into a grotesque likeness of David Jones’ tentacled face.

"All afflicted buddies log off, don’t drag the team down!"

Under the command of the Undead on the scene, large swathes of writhing, slick tentacles vanished, as everyone cooperated effectively to secure the ultimate victory.

Even the occasional non-cooperative individuals faced an onslaught, their bodies uncontrollably reduced to ashes.

Compared to the chaos among the lower-level Undead, the more formidable combatants remained composed.

Lind stood with one foot on the Sin Dragon Castle’s dragon head, and below, at the peaks of hills, ruins, and high towers, numerous figures were fully prepared.

The atmosphere of a decisive battle had the Undead troops exhilarated.

[Your Undead Knight meets the summoning conditions, would you like to summon it for battle?]

One of the Undead suddenly received a prompt.

"Undead Knight? The one I left on idle mode?" He was stunned, then nodded frantically, "Summon! Summon it hard!"

At the same time, all eligible Undead received the prompt and unsurprisingly chose to summon.

A jagged spatial rift was torn open, like a gaping maw with interlocking teeth, and from within emerged a green-hued battalion.

Tattered armor, an aura of silent death, broken yet fiercely lethal weapons.

Such a "scourge" force appeared, causing those in combat and those watching the livestream to marvel that their idle game-trained Undead could actually make it to the battlefield.

Lind wielded a Battle Axe, the powerful weapon glowing brilliantly red in sync with his reddened skin, as the surrounding energy grew more frenzied with his movements.

The blocked gate shattered completely under Lind’s vertical slash from the sky, turning into a small canyon fissure.

He just needed to tear open a breach.

"Kill!"

Roars surged like a tidal wave once again.

Invading the Northern Territory.

Lind had but one goal, to capture the city and exterminate every hostile force here, then claim the territory as his own.

He swung his mighty axe, waves of frantic battle flames easily annihilating the Undead trying to approach.

After entering a berserk state, his speed and strength reached a new peak.

Even in his normal state, Lind’s figure, taller than the average Undead but not excessively so, stomped forward with his right foot, shattering the ground beneath, causing the numerous Undead ahead to wobble and stumble on the unstable ground.

The sweeping axe in the next moment reaped their lives.

He was like a lion ready to hunt, reminding the Undead of the terror of a lion they had forgotten, with Lind serving as their grim reminder.

The Lord’s name turned red once more.

No one wished to stand against him.

With a bent knee, Lind catapulted himself like a cannonball, and the tracking Magic bombarded his face like a torrential downpour, yet Lind, curling up into a ball to shield himself, showed no fear of the blasts.

If their assault had been more concentrated, it might have troubled him, but the scattered Magic attacks were meaningless aside from light pollution.

A Fireball magnified in Lind’s vision, turning into replenishing energy as it impacted his body, merging seamlessly with his form.

Upon landing, he accidentally crashed through a spire.

His feet planted firmly, dragging out a long gouge in the ground, with tiles flipping up behind him as if plowed.

Rustling.

Firelight surged around him.

Lind watched the fluttering, high-heat and Magic-ignited pages flying about in the air, resembling burning feathers.

The air before him shattered under a heavy blow, condensing into an invisible wall pressing towards him, which Lind quickly deflected with a sweep of his massive axe, shattering the air wall.

"Boom!"

The storm whipped up by the axe scattered in all directions.

The burning books around him were immediately cleared, soaring into the sky, trying to escape the area.

A bearded, bald muscular man carrying a hammer stood in front of Lind.

"How lucky I am," He looked at Lind, smiling, "Lind Armand, you might have heard of me."

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