The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 159 - 146 [New Nobility·Lord Leon, Level 44]

Chapter 159: Chapter 146 [New Nobility·Lord Leon, Level 44]

The undead had successfully breached the inner city and forcibly abducted NPC’s such as blacksmiths, pharmacists, and merchants from within Leon City.

Ever since the prior examples of NPC abductions in Holy Water Town and Harbor Village, the undead showed great interest in this sort of activity.

The way to strengthen our faction is to take what is yours and make it mine. If your poster girl is beautiful, I’ll take her and she’ll be mine. If your NPC is handsome, I’ll take him too.

Everyone who has used Miss Brittany’s spices says they’re excellent.

The seizure of NPCs was also an old tradition at Star Dragon Ridge; within Lind’s territory, aside from the initial ten people, all NPCs, including Miss Miko, were taken by force by Lind.

He could proudly say that everything Star Dragon Ridge had achieved today was snatched by his own hands, one by one.

The style of Leon City wasn’t very striking, filled with the absurdity of a post-apocalyptic magic wasteland world, it couldn’t compare with the densely populated Prey Town.

All that Leon City left in Lind’s impression was high walls and a rough style.

Scattered arrows were stuck in the ground, and bodies were piled up into a small hill.

And a large number of captives huddled on the ground, looking up fearfully at the Great Knights patrolling back and forth.

Lance was collecting arrows, and fortunately, there were a number of quivers around to help him replenish his supplies quickly.

"How many are left?" Lind felt the atmosphere was a bit off.

An undead proactively came forward to report: "My lord, our undead count is at 128 survivors, and the enemy currently holding out is at 0!"

There were only 60 undead in Leon Territory, so it was normal for them to be overwhelmed.

"Apart from the undead?"

"Two legion commanders fled with their troops, but we caught a really tough one."

"Fled?"

Lind didn’t have time to pay attention to those who ran away; he glanced at the one who was captured, the "really tough one," Milan, whom he had coincidentally seen on the official forums.

She was even more popular than himself!

It would be fine if she were just beautiful, but she looks pretty ordinary, at first glance, Lind even thought she was a feminized version of Reed.

No one understood the complaints in his heart.

Lind raised his eyes to the tightly closed iron gate ahead.

The undead hadn’t attacked yet but remained on guard, specifically against the thing behind that iron gate, or more precisely, the thing beyond it.

The rough walls were adorned with a rusty, large iron gate, which was shut tight, but everyone standing outside could already feel the damp and chilly air from inside, spreading from the gate to the tips of their toes—the long stone staircase seemed like a passage leading to an unnamed, profound war.

Without any reminders, everyone knew a BOSS was ahead.

Lind knew it was time for him to take the initiative and step forward; clearly, the undead were waiting for the "plot" to progress.

Hundreds of Great Knights and Wizards gathered behind Lind.

Captured Milan watched Lind ascend the stone steps, her expression grave.

Everyone in Leon Territory knew about the rise of the new noble, Lord Leon, who after the apocalypse arrived here, used his immense strength to protect the people around and built Leon City from scratch. Only recently had Lord Leon made his final preparations to subjugate the surrounding forces.

Lord Leon was very powerful, and standing before him could make one’s breath hitch, and that included those of upper rank.

Milan didn’t think Lind stood a chance against Lord Leon, a proposition that had been unthinkable from the outset, given that Lind was merely a Senior Grand Knight, while Lord Leon... was a whole two ranks above him!

Reed placed both hands on the rusted iron gate and suddenly exerted force with his arms.

The burst of strength pushed the gate open, the grating sound of the hinges became unbearably shrill at this moment, and the empty hall, like the gaping maw of an abyss, made Reed involuntarily frown at the ominous atmosphere.

"Tap tap" went his boots on the cracked floor.

The opened gate became the only source of light, and as Reed walked forward, his silhouette remained within the beam of light pouring in through the doorway.

Ahead, there was only darkness.

The floor, cracked like a shattered spider’s web, trembled slightly with Reed’s approach, as if signaling to a cunning old spider that its prey was caught in the trap.

"Charge!" The undead rushed in.

The hall, quiet until now, suddenly came to life.

Reed looked up at the figure seated in front, a man in silver-white armor, slim and long in stature. Most striking was the iris flower helmet on his head, staring as though it had eyes of its own.

The man didn’t move, but his explosive aura made Reed shiver.

He was no Senior Grand Knight, nor a hero.

He was something even greater!

Sitting casually on the chair, seemingly gazing ahead but looking down on all life as if from above.

Was this the strength of a Main City’s lord?

"Fuck!"

Swearing was common.

The data they revealed next made Reed feel it was only natural.

"Level 44?"

"15,000 health?"

As for himself, wasn’t he only level 22? Reed didn’t think level rankings meant much to him.

But the difference in rank did affect strength significantly. To be precise, unless one was equipped with a set of Blessed Weapons that could fight across ranks, it was nearly impossible to battle above one’s level.

In a one-on-one duel, Reed was no match for him.

"Old Nobility?" Leon lifted his head, his eyes peering through the "Y" gap in the helmet towards Reed, his voice slightly odd, dry, and tired, yet it was impossible to hide the amusement in his words, as if discussing something inconsequential.

"New Nobility?" Reed smiled as well, "On one hand, you talk about discarding everything from the old era, yet at the same time, you crown yourself as noble?"

Reed wasn’t fond of nobles, but considering he was a beneficiary, he would lean towards the Old Nobility.

The undead had no opinion on being ignored; they were all quietly "watching the cutscene."

But when Reed became enveloped in flames, the undead finally realized what was happening.

The fight was on!

The Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword was thrown.

The ferocious fire followed the Broken Sword as it cut through the air, the Carrion Queen opened her mouth attempting to viciously bite the so-called new noble.

Leon, who had been sitting still, suddenly stood up, the iris flower on his helmet swaying gently.

Next to Leon’s chair was a sword, old and pitted, wrapped in rags—a very ordinary weapon. It was neither sharp nor did it shine with a divine light. It wasn’t just inferior compared to the flying Broken Sword; it didn’t even match up to the undead’s weapons.

It was just a dull broadsword, its only feature being its size.

Leon lifted the greatsword, the tip precisely nicking the Broken Sword’s blade, directing the force of the Broken Sword’s strike to alter its course with a minor collision.

The transmitted force affected the Broken Sword, which grazed Leon’s helmet and smashed into the load-bearing column behind him.

Boom, a tremor.

Lind, with a sudden burst of strength in the arm pulling the Lost Soul Chains, sent the Broken Sword flying back towards him while running forward to catch the returning weapon.

"Charge!" Two-Headed People also rushed up, closer than Lind, they reached Leon first.

A long health bar and a high level meant a formidable boss.

Though the Undead had suffered heavy losses with half of them dead at this stage, the 128 Undead were still not to be underestimated; they had once attacked the Cyclops Aihad with even fewer numbers.

The Two-Headed People charged forward while the spellcasting Wizards stepped back, conjuring Fireballs; luckily the inner hall was spacious enough to afford the Undead room to maneuver with ease.

Leon’s counterattack was not fast, but his greatsword swung smoothly, conveying an inevitable sense that one could not dodge it.

Two of the Two-Headed People were struck by the greatsword, their cumbersome bodies surprisingly thrown backward, hitting the wall and causing stones to shake loose and fall.

Two-Headed People, always known for their high health, couldn’t even withstand a single blow.

The Two-Headed People exploded into ashes.

As Lind burst into flames, he parried his sword against Leon’s blunt weapon.

Crack, it was the opponent’s weapon that could not endure first and let out a pitiful wail.

Leon twisted his body and delivered a roundhouse kick, the movement incredibly agile as his foot struck Lind’s chest; the golden dragon leather chestplate failed to protect him, cracking upon contact, with the force from the kick surging through and shattering the armor, exploding the force right at Lind’s chest!

Lind’s body was sent flying by the kick, but at the same time, Leon also experienced a momentary pause.

Brief as it was, Lind noticed it.

The Lost Soul Chains had a slight effect, suitable for close combat!

Even as his body was still being hurled backwards, Lind’s legs ploughed through the floor like a bull’s plough that couldn’t stop, his movement instead flipping the cracked and damaged floor, digging two deep trenches.

Flames rapidly healed the wounds in Lind’s chest.

Tasting the blood in his mouth, his eyes stayed fixed on Leon; the concave chest cavity mattered little, for as long as he did not die, he could recover.

The ferocity of the opponent was entirely within Lind’s expectations, as the gap in their strengths could not be bridged by bravery alone.

A Fireball was hurled at Leon, who effortlessly dodged it by moving to the side.

The flames hit the column that Lind had previously struck with the Broken Sword, setting off a burst of firelight.

Did he actively dodge the Fireball?

Lind wouldn’t miss such crucial information.

Leon wouldn’t surrender without a fight; he leaped down and plunged into the midst of the Undead to start a massacre—a true massacre, for none could stand in the way of Leon’s onslaught.

The Two-Headed People, powerful enough to rampage through Leon City, formidable to the point of inciting fear, now seemed like rag dolls helplessly flung aside with a mere slap.

Great strength, beyond imagination!

Great speed, beyond imagination!

The Two-Headed People stood like fools, waiting for Leon to take action.

Perhaps it wasn’t that the Two-Headed People didn’t want to resist; it was the massive difference in speed that made resistance futile.

But fear never appeared in the dictionary of the Undead; they continuously lunged at Leon, some even gulping down the Blood of Madness and going on auto-attack.

"Flames..."

Lind’s chest wound had mostly healed, though the ruined armor made him look somewhat pitiful.

The battle was not unwinnable; his body was robust now.

As long as he could withstand.

Moreover, Leon, when attacking him, could not avoid being affected by the Lost Soul Chains, enough to cause a momentary lapse of concentration.

In combat, a moment is enough.

"I’m still that same old nanny who takes the hits for the players," Lind thought, recognizing the scene as familiar.

Leon was powerful, able to severely injure Lind in a single strike, but he couldn’t kill him.

Lind was unafraid of flames. Among the Undead, it was hardly a secret.

Watching him use flames to heal, the Undead had long since understood Lind could heal rapidly through flames.

Seeing Lind charge again, readying the Lost Soul Chains in anticipation of Leon’s counter during the fight, he amassed a significant amount of chains in front of him just to minimize the damage a bit.

The Undead also seized the chance to throw the Fireballs they had ready in their hands.

One Fireball was enough to blast a person into pulp.

Nearly a hundred Fireballs landed on Lind and Leon, enveloping their figures completely in flames.

At that instant, the explosive heat made the Undead inside the hall retreat.

Scorching, hot!

The burns could even cause them to lose health.

Yet, Lind, struck by the Fireballs, was in very good condition, thriving like a fish in water. In contrast, Leon was doing poorly; his helmet clearly not insulating, the sound of his heavy breathing was audible.

"He’s losing health!"

Each of the Undead possessed an incredible ability to analyze combat.

Especially when the effects became visible on the health bar, the Undead immediately understood how to fight next.

Lind’s condition was not only not bad, but actually excellent.

"With Brother De taking the hits, brothers, start queuing up to conjure Fireballs! Get the launch rhythm right!"

"Any brothers around, quickly give a Fireball to Brother De for a heal!"

A super resilient NPC was holding the front line, while nearly a hundred Wizards comfortably cast fireballs from far behind.

And whenever Lind was attacked by flames, he could quickly recover from injuries; the attack essentially healed him, a win-win.

Watching Leon’s level 44 health slowly but steadily decrease.

One word, exhilarating!

So it turned out that fighting a boss could be so comfortable and enjoyable.