The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 861 - 594 We’ve Been Invaded_2

Chapter 861: Chapter 594 We’ve Been Invaded_2

"I went to those territories again," the visitor continued, "they’re all gone, turned to ruins, not a single living being left."

His voice was trembling.

"It was as if a natural disaster had struck, engulfed by a terrible attack. Even the buildings that weren’t severely damaged were ransacked, all the valuables lost."

"Who did this?"

"Not sure, there doesn’t seem to be such a force locally."

Just as they were pondering over it, the sounds of fighting and shouting outside broke their train of thought.

"It’s the Undead, the Undead are invading!"

When the Undead invade en masse, the best and the strongest among them can infiltrate silently and swiftly, launching sweeping attacks across the Cursed Land with ease.

But the less skilled Undead had it rough; they struggled to defeat the enemies in the PvP instance of Sky Star Magic School and, upon crossing the Teleportation Gate, inadvertently alerted their enemies.

One exposure led to the exposure of many.

When Mag rushed out and looked at the chaotic battlefield, he happened to hear a human shouting, "Kill them! Get rid of these invaders!"

No, you’re the invaders. This is the Cursed Land, we’re the ones being invaded!

Mag quickly issued orders, the horn sounded across the battlefield, and the curse, like a demonic chant, rang in their ears. Though painful, it served as an apt reminder, prompting the curse soldiers to retreat and find the right moment to counterattack.

The Undead rushed forward like water gushing out of a dam.

At Sky Star Magic School, there is a barrier magic from the Starlet beyond the skies that can limit numbers, dividing the battlefield into small, manageable sections.

But here, no one wielded such power.

This was the first real encounter between the Undead and the Curse soldiers. For now, their numbers seemed evenly matched.

Mag looked at the charging Undead in astonishment, "These guys are crazy."

He had never seen such insane enemies, launching suicidal attacks to overwhelm the curse soldiers, and it was easy to see that this group could not gain the upper hand against the curse soldiers’ attacks.

Domestic advantage, without the support of magic elements, the power this group could display was restricted.

And as bold as they were, the curse soldiers were just as fearless.

So it went, more people kept emerging, only to be encircled and killed by the curse soldiers time and again, controlling the invaders’ range of action. Most of the material plane humans who tried to escape died on the battlefield.

"Do they still turn to ash after death?"

This was a trait long observed. These material plane humans seemed different from other plane humans, vanishing and turning to ash upon death, leaving nothing behind when the wind blew.

The clash continued.

Despite maintaining an absolute advantage, Mag was not in a good mood, as the battle didn’t occur on the material plane. The battlefield had been forcibly shifted to the Cursed Land.

It meant their invasion progress hadn’t advanced and even regressed!

"Lord Mag."

A panicked voice came from behind.

Mag turned in annoyance, hoping the voice had an explanation.

As he turned, he saw a Secret Master followed by a warrior clad in red armor.

"Lord Jaw!"

Mag immediately knelt on one knee.

Though he was a subordinate of the red-robed mage, he still had to show the same respect to powerful beings.

Jaw, a lord without his own soldiers.

His subordinates were all mindless minions, acting per protocol, with Jaw able to descend his consciousness into his soldiers at will.

"There are a lot of humans here?" the red-armored soldier asked.

"Yes!"

Mag didn’t dare to hide anything and said all he knew.

"We invaded a material plane..."

There wasn’t much useful information. They had been invading for a long time but barely made it out of the magic school.

"I need to capture some material plane humans."

"Of course," Mag nodded, "as many as you want."

Let the higher-ups handle their disputes; he was just a grunt, following whoever’s orders were in front of him, as long as he completed his task and ensured his safety.

The red-armored soldier joined the battle, tipping the scales once again towards the Cursed Land.

The scale of the war, however, expanded uncontrollably.

The invaders, knowing they were bound to lose, didn’t retreat but increased their invasion speed. With the first to come occupying the teleportation gate, the curse soldiers couldn’t get through for a while.

The other side controlled the teleportation passage, allowing endless humans to omit the intermediary steps and charge straight through.

"Don’t move!" A red-armored soldier caught an Undead.

"If I don’t move, does that mean you won’t kill me?" The Undead asked suddenly.

His question stunned not only the red-armored soldier but also the curse soldiers fighting them, marveling at their bravery.

They had fought so desperately, fearing a slow death. Why ask now if they’d be killed?

If you’re so afraid of dying, why invade in the first place?

"If I take you, you won’t die," the red-armored soldier replied.

"I surrender!" The Undead dropped to the ground, holding his head.

"I surrender too!"

"Me too!"

"Please, take me too."

They all dropped to the ground, hoping to seize the rare opportunity to live, fearing that a moment’s hesitation would cost them their chance.

They had no choice; with their spawn points blocked, they hadn’t seen how much fun the new beta map was. Being prisoners was fine, at least they’d get a taste.

Mag looked on: "..."

He had suspected these people were mentally unsound before, and now that feeling grew stronger.

Are they truly afraid of death, or is it a ruse?

There’s a hint of conspiracy!

"There’s a hint of conspiracy."

Mag reflexively closed his mouth, then realized the voice came from behind him, turning to look back.

It was the Secret Master speaking, who thought he had inadvertently voiced his own thoughts.

The Secret Master, seeing everyone’s eyes on him, smiled awkwardly and shut his mouth.

The red-armored soldiers didn’t accept everyone, controlling the number of Undead within their army’s manageable range.

The rest met with slaughter as before.

The essence of this battle remained unchanged; it was an invasion.

Against invaders, the best option without guaranteed victory was to kill them all. With no regard for the material plane humans’ craziness, Mag issued relentless orders.

Kill until they no longer come out!

...

The Third Tower Stone Pillar.

Inside the prison.

Some people logged on, finding no difference from before.

"You, you!" The wizards saw their "peers" who had vanished and now reappeared, in absolute shock.

Even Lord Jaw couldn’t understand this phenomenon.

Coming and going freely.

"We will rescue you."

"How will you get out? This is Lord Jaw’s domain, you have no idea how terrifying he is!"

The wizards, tortured into exhaustion, had no will to resist.

"Let’s go, before more people come online and we get squashed."

"Right!"

"I’ll do it, I can pick locks."

The Undead had many talents, all manner of rare and odd skills could be seen. And the reasons for learning varied; like lock-picking, it was a must-have divine skill for Undead, combined with stealth skills to become a "Thief Saint."

"There are at least thousands of red-armored soldiers patrolling outside."

The wizards, being led out, remained pessimistic.

"Lord Jaw has dozens of red-armored armies in nearby slumber."

Seeing the patrolling red-armored soldiers ahead, their expressions shifted.

"Just one fight. Even if we die, it’s better than hiding in here forever." The wizards’ gaze firmed up.

Their magic power exhausted, even their fists had little strength left.

"Die? No way, brothers! Let’s get online!"

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