The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 148 - 136 Everywhere Blessed Weapons

Chapter 148: Chapter 136 Everywhere Blessed Weapons

The professional soul of the Undead nanny had started to burn again; he needed first-hand information from ghosts.

Selena nodded, "But I need a new dress."

She couldn’t be touched, yet she needed a new dress.

Forget it, matters of magic can’t be figured out with just the mind.

"If I can leave this place alive, I will prepare a new dress for you," Lind felt he could give her a bit of respect, respecting her sense of shame.

After saying farewell to Selena and leaving the woods, as soon as the moonlight fell upon him, his strength received a significant boost.

The moonlight was strong, the sky was clear, and he could see extremely far into the distance.

Lind was currently at the foot of a mountain, and as he raised his chin and looked up, he could see a mountain soaring into the clouds.

If Selena’s method wasn’t wrong, then was he supposed to charge all the way to the mountain top?

Just by walking with his legs, it would probably take him several days.

He shifted his gaze towards the nearer surroundings. Ahead was an open space, with scattered figures wavering in movement.

He had "entered a dream", and he didn’t know what would happen outside, so he couldn’t afford to waste time here.

Lind started to run forward. Although not bolstered by supernatural power, the Moon Halo boosted his physical strength by one-fifth under the moonlight, still surpassing that of an ordinary person to a certain extent.

The nearest figure, upon closer inspection, was a swaying zombie dragging a thin sword, its body hunched over, dressed in tattered armor.

Hearing Lind’s approach, the zombie immediately swayed towards him. When they were two steps apart, Lind suddenly erupted in power, bending down and spreading his arms to embrace the zombie’s waist, ramming his shoulder into it with force, the collision with the ragged armor painfully reminding him that his body had returned to the state of an ordinary human.

With a thunderous crash, Lind, strong and sturdy, dominated in strength, hugging the zombie and lifting it up before violently slamming it to the ground. He stepped on the zombie’s sword-holding right hand with his left foot, and his right fist pounded into the zombie’s head.

The ground issued a muffled protest as his fist heavily struck the skull that was only covered by a thin layer of withered muscle, nearly knocking the head off the neck. Lind gritted his teeth against the pain that reverberated back, the torment in his body somewhat hard to bear; he might be bleeding, and perhaps his bones were injured. Human skulls are quite tough, and the creature before him wasn’t your average human.

The zombie tried to struggle, but it was weaker in strength. Under Lind’s overpowering fists, the zombie seemed like a deflated bag filled with scraps, only reacting with the rebound as Lind’s fist went down and came up.

His iron fist pounded down on the zombie’s head repeatedly, like raindrops falling, the head being forced against the ground over and over.

Rebounding then smashing down.

Until he completely smashed the adversary’s head to pieces.

The zombie stopped moving, and Lind glanced at his now bloody right hand.

In the clash with the zombie, his body had also been bruised green and red by the tattered armor.

The body of an ordinary person was indeed too frail.

Once again, he was reminded of his body’s vulnerability and the pain, an unpleasant feeling.

With some effort, he pried open the zombie’s right hand and seized the somewhat dull sword in his grasp.

The sword emitted a faint white glow, which he could see only when close.

"A Blessed Weapon?" Lind looked at the sword curiously.

The faint white glow was subtle, not as prominent as the Banshee’s Horn’s rich purple light that couldn’t be suppressed even underwater, nor could it match the green gleam of the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword that was visible even in flames. Under the moonlight, it was easy to overlook, but Lind was certain that this was undoubtedly a Blessed Weapon.

With a casual flick, the weapon seemed quite handy.

It was a pity that he had no strength of his own and couldn’t use the special abilities that the weapon possessed.

At the same time, he felt fortunate to have suppressed the mummy’s right hand in time, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to dodge the sword’s strike.

With the sword in hand, the following battles became much simpler. The staggering mummies stood no chance with their sword-fighting skills compared to a Noble Knight who had been trained in swordsmanship from a young age.

The dull sword was more of a bludgeon than a cutter. Lind gripped it with both hands and slashed through the air, creating gusts of wind that severed the neck of the mummy in front of him.

A swift, precise, and ruthless strike was followed by a "crack," and as the mummy’s head flew off in an arc, the now powerless body collapsed limply to the ground.

"Another Blessed Weapon?" Lind looked at the mummy’s pair of ragged deerskin gloves that emitted a faint white light, marveling at the wealth of this place.

Putting on the deerskin gloves didn’t hinder his swordsmanship. Instead, a faint strength flowed into his dessicated body.

Supernatural Power!

Lind glanced at the deerskin gloves and then shifted his gaze to the next wandering mummy.

It was fortunate that in this world, there was only Lind, "a person," otherwise the sight of someone sneaking around naked would be quite eye-searing.

He wasn’t completely naked, after all, he was wearing gloves.

Lind stealthily approached another roaming mummy, unsure if the creature could sense him, but he still considered that the techniques of holding one’s breath from the Eastern magic fantasy world might have their advantages, at least for self-comfort.

Facing things resembling dead zombies, holding one’s breath created the peculiar hypnotic effect of "it can’t see me, it can’t see me," which could also be universally applied when facing teachers or bosses at work.

As he closed in, the dull sword erupted with intense light, and Lind’s body was suddenly pulled forward into a leap through the air.

Lind’s shoulders unfurled, and he quickly adjusted his movements, transforming the passive pull into an active assault. The sword successfully struck the back of the mummy’s head, chiseling a small dent in the skull.

The foul smell was overpowering, as the dry, stinking brain fluid oozed out from the small indentation in the back of the skull.

The moment Lind landed, he kicked at the mummy’s knee joint, dropped his sword, and lunged forward with his body. He hung on the mummy’s back like a cape, using the momentum to topple the creature to the ground.

With its face down and head hitting the ground, more brain fluid splashed out from the small crater in the back of the skull. Lind turned his head to avoid it, pressing his knee on the mummy while grasping the dull sword that was stuck in the mummy’s head.

The abilities inherent to the Blessed Weapon were unusable, but its sturdy nature persisted.

He raised his arms high and smashed down.

The mummy’s head rolled away.

"Finally got a pair of shoes," Lind looked at his loot.

With gloves and now shoes, he really wasn’t naked this time!

Rushing forward, Lind felt he had grasped the rhythm of the so-called "Banshee’s Dreamworld." Strength came from peculiar weapons and equipment, and to go further, he had to seize the powers of the wandering monsters.

Lind, now dressed in a set of Blessed Equipment, estimated his strength had returned to that of a Great Knight, albeit all his previous powers were inaccessible.

Clad in rotting armor, shield in left hand and longsword in right, and with a bow on his back, Lind had armed himself to the teeth.

But he had only just traversed flat land and had not yet approached the great mountain.