The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 814 - 572: You Need to Return to Sky Star Magic School

Chapter 814: Chapter 572: You Need to Return to Sky Star Magic School

The sky was torn open by powerful forces, pouring water continuously onto the ground.

The torrential rain fell on Lind’s body like a waterfall.

Yet it couldn’t extinguish the flames on him, the flames began turning black.

The air was filled with the bitter, sorrowful scent of life passing away. The massive flood destroyed almost everything, and Lind stood with a body that remained in a state of ruin, showing how difficult his victory had been.

The King of Black Phosphorus roared to the sky, opening its massive dragon mouth.

"Roar——!"

Sparks shot out.

The mouth grew redder, until a thick, red pillar of fire spewed out, tearing the cloud that was pouring the waterfall asunder.

The force of the water slowed.

From an unstoppable deluge, it became a light drizzle.

The King of Black Phosphorus turned to look at Lind, seeing a familiar shadow in him. He possessed the power of the Knights of the Apocalypse, and even the power of the Sun’s Testament, but his giant form still reminded the King of Black Phosphorus of that giant.

Lind took a step forward. As his massive body moved through the water, the waves stirred like an angry ocean. Waves crashed onto the shore, completely demolishing the remaining ruins.

The flames on him burned more wildly. As his body shrank, the missing parts of his body regrew rapidly, filling the gaps.

After Duke Hein’s defeat, the curse lingering on Lind instantly dissipated. Without the power suppressing him, his strong vitality allowed him to recover quickly.

To the opposing Undead, the giant whose health was critical began to recover rapidly and impossibly.

They shouted to finish off Lind, completely ignoring the giant dragon beside him, and ran a short distance only to see Lind fully recovered.

The flames extinguished, and Lind’s upper body was completely restored.

He was bare-chested, with a crest deeply engraved on his chest.

His lower body was covered only by the tattered melted armor, with the armor on his left leg completely gone, revealing his foot. Even if the armor were repaired, it wouldn’t reach the level of the third ring, as it had lost its magical prowess entirely.

Duke Hein floated on the water’s surface.

Despite the surrounding stormy waves, the water beneath him remained as calm as a mirror.

All the chaos around seemed unrelated to this place.

His bare left foot and booted right foot touched the water, causing ripples.

Lind looked down at Duke Hein.

Facing each other calmly for once, there was neither resentment nor anger. Land wars were battles of interests with no need for personal feelings. They had to fight, whether they had a grudge or not.

"Expecting me to say something?" Duke Hein returned Lind’s earlier words, "Foolish enough to think you’ve won, want some advice?"

"I’m not interested in the advice of a loser."

Lind could guess what the other wanted to say. It was probably some talk about how they seemed powerful but were like ants in other worlds or that some greater entities were watching them.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the clouds to capture the moon.

Then he looked down.

Said nothing.

Duke Hein’s face changed dramatically: "You knew!"

"Seems like what you know isn’t more than I do." Lind felt disappointed.

He had thought the other had some secret information and was even prepared to let him go for it. Of course, letting Duke Hein go didn’t guarantee that the Undead would spare him, and Lind couldn’t speak for the Undead.

"Go to the Permafrost Land, capture All Gods," Duke Hein suddenly said, "Grab them, the sky needs the moon! Use their flesh and bones to craft another one."

Lind hadn’t expected Duke Hein to say this at the last moment.

He wasn’t worried about a counterattack from Duke Hein. In the earlier clash, he and the King of Black Phosphorus had absolute dominance.

"Our goals differ." Lind shook his head.

As an outsider, he had little interest in restoring the world to the Ring of Magic era. Be it the era of All Gods or the Ring of Magic, he had no need to overthrow his own rule.

Duke Hein was puzzled.

He didn’t understand Lind’s meaning. The only option left to them was to create a new "ring" to replace the broken one and maintain the world’s balance.

After all, the moon was occupied by something stronger. Without reclaiming it, they could only find a replacement.

"You want to defeat that thing?" Duke Hein’s expression was odd.

"No, I want it for myself." Lind shook his head.

Duke Hein burst into laughter, "Hahaha, madman!"

But as Lind asked his next question, Duke Hein’s laughter abruptly stopped, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat, choking the sound to a halt.

"Do you think that thing on the moon is watching us?"

"I can fight alongside you."

Lind unhesitatingly shook his head, refusing, "Whether it’s your goal or mine, there is one prerequisite to achieving it."

Only the victor lives, the loser dies.

The already chaotic and untrustworthy Undead, when faced with multiple choices, would only become more unreliable.

"You truly are a madman."

Flames engulfed Duke Hein, igniting the surface of the water.

Helpless to resist, Duke Hein became kindling, easily burnt to charcoal and eventually sinking beneath the water’s surface.

Lind turned and took two steps, then suddenly stopped. The Soul Blade appeared in his hand, and he swiftly stabbed towards where the charcoal had sunk.

The sound of stabbing was distinctly clear.

He could forget anything, but never to finish off the enemy. Yet the opponent really had no hidden tricks.