The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 838 - 583: Who is the Invader After All?

Chapter 838: Chapter 583: Who is the Invader After All?

"The situation is completely out of control!"

Manan clutched the cursed relic [Black Holy Son], his voice dry.

He hadn’t been attacked by those people, but facing their endless deceptive techniques and rampant bombardment, Manan’s legs weakened.

Unable to determine who the invaders were, the mages of the Material Plane, tasked with resisting the invasion, should be extremely cautious, fearing causing too many casualties and destruction. Most importantly, they should be afraid that too violent actions would exacerbate the spatial rupture.

As the space fissures widen, the shadows of the Cursed Land will engulf this land, heralding the world’s end.

But now, contrary to what he hoped, Manan prayed that the Material Plane mages would be careful, clearly they had lost their patience.

Fortunately, [Black Holy Son] had finally contacted the mother entity.

He held in his hand a multi-legged insect that, through the power of curses, linked different Material Planes and could connect with the distant [Black Holy Mother] of the Cursed Land.

"Manan?" A familiar voice arrived.

"Uncle! The situation is extremely bad. There are only five of us gathered together. The other four were eliminated by the local natives’ magic during our first encounter, only I survived."

"Calm down, kid!"

"I..."

"You’re not the only one. Others are still alive, many of us are still alive, I’ve already contacted them."

"Then why..."

"Barrier, magic, or something else, magic is always so magnificent and peculiar. Isn’t that why we yearn for magic so much?"

"Yes, it is."

Although he couldn’t be seen from the other side, Manan still nodded vigorously.

"They’ve dispersed the army’s forces, which is a good thing. The warriors of the Cursed Land excel at fighting individually." Mag’s voice rang out, "What you need to do is stay alive, wait for others to attack, and stabilize the advantage we currently have."

"Our... advantage?" Manan felt his uncle must be unaware of what he was currently experiencing.

He had no advantage at all, running around like a scared dog with its tail between its legs.

The reason he had survived so far wasn’t due to his secret techniques or curses being powerful, nor was it because he excelled at defense, but because the enemies hadn’t located his position all along.

One encounter, Manan dared to guarantee he would be trapped by that mechanical iron lump’s strange magic, forced to face the remaining four’s magical bombardment head-on, without exception.

"Reinforcements." Mag’s voice came, "I’ve already requested for a Material Plane-specific Teleportation Gate from the red-robed mages. Through this, we can teleport not only personnel but also weapons and those cursed relics!"

Manan felt joyous and sat up straight, but the next moment he saw an undead run past him, immediately shrinking his neck and hugging his legs to make himself smaller.

He lowered his voice: "As much as possible, we may have a protracted battle."

"Of course." Mag’s voice was filled with confident assurance.

With the full support of powerful mages, as long as they succeeded in seizing this Material Plane, they could turn the tide and develop rapidly.

The harsh environment had tortured the residents of the Cursed Land, plundering was instinctual.

At the same time, the undead had also lost patience.

"Not coming out, huh? Fine!"

Indiscriminate bombardment began.

Feeling the ground tremble fiercely amidst the magical explosions, Manan’s smile disappeared. When aid from his homeland would come was still unclear, and he wasn’t sure if he’d live to see that moment.

"Boom!"

A scorching fireball crashed against the ceiling above, exploding upon impact and transforming into a fiery rainstorm that surged toward the ground. Curling up in a corner, Manan endured with all his might.

As long as he stayed silent and held out, everything would be fine.

On the other side, impatient undead, unwilling to play hide-and-seek anymore, started indiscriminate bombardment.

They drank potions to restore magic power, bombarded, and destroyed all buildings within reach.

A series of small ruins emerged.

"Have you found it?"

"Not here."

"Not here either."

"Here..."

Suddenly, an undead paused, looking towards a corner he had searched several times without seeing any enemy, yet...

[-100]

[-56]

[Burned by flames]

Along with the jumping numbers showing damage, a red name appeared above the opponent’s head.

"Not here either." The undead said nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, he quietly messaged his team to gather quickly and avoid startling the target.

After enduring for a long time, when the burning sensation vanished, Manan breathed a sigh of relief, only to raise his head and see five familiar figures standing before him.

Hmm?

"Surprised?" The five raised their magic wands.

At the critical moment of near death, a sudden gleam of magical light attracted the undead’s attention.

The upper ceiling was forcefully lifted, and a large rectangular pattern occupied the narrow space above.

Though the undead didn’t understand what had happened, since no warning had been given on their side, it signified this Teleportation Gate belonged to the enemy.

Summoning magic? Forbidden curse?

They very tacitly shifted their attack target.

Manan, crouching in a corner, watched the Teleportation Gate. Positioned by [Black Holy Son], it opened right before him. His uncle still cared for him, but all Manan wanted to say now was to stop this, to halt immediately.

No matter what was about to come out of the Teleportation Gate, only destruction awaited them.

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