The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 160 - 147: Second Stage

Chapter 160: Chapter 147: Second Stage

Roars erupted from the center of the flames.

The Undead, who were conjuring Fireballs, were overturned by the surging blast, and even with their sensory touch adjusted below ten, the oppressive force, strong enough to penetrate Armor, still caused hearts to tremble and actions to stiffen.

Lind had once again withstood the opponent’s full attack, and the only thing he could do in the face of the onslaught was to forcibly withstand it with his body.

His body was forced back again, but after this roar, Leon’s attacks became even more frenzied and savage, lacking any rhythm, only a wild charge forward.

Knocked back again, Lind’s shoulder armor was pulverized, his plate armor, dragon hide, and chain mail shattered layer by layer.

He retreated across the entire Main City hall, landing outside the rusty great iron door, his feet like spears stabbing into the unusually smooth stone steps.

Thump, thump!

His heart pounded wildly, the Ring of Fire and the Melting Furnace Crest forcibly unified at that moment, absorbing the burning flames into his body, the fire flowing through his heart, pumping into his blood vessels with every heartbeat.

Burns and intense pain nearly consumed Lind’s consciousness as flames and blood coursed through him, revealing fine red blood vessels beneath his skin where the body flames vanished, as if magma flowed in his blood.

Painful, but the injuries were being quickly repaired.

The frenzy of Fireball attacks had evidently ignited something in Leon.

The deep, dark aura felt immensely uncomfortable.

Leon had shifted from an upright stance to a bent posture, and a hint of red light could be seen through the gaps in his all-encompassing helmet.

"Boss has entered phase two!" an Undead shouted.

They always had their own way of calling things.

The scent that felt familiar to Lind was that of the Calamity.

An official Main City NPC emanating a Calamity aura?

Perhaps his own thoughts had entered some sort of misunderstanding, but the current situation was not suitable for sorting through thoughts.

The end came before anyone had a chance to react, Leon, now beast-like and bent, coughed loudly, his body exaggeratingly arching backward, black liquid spurting from his helmet.

Pus?

No, unlike the pus that simply stole power from the Ring of Magic, that black liquid was more corrosive.

Leon tore at the gel-like pus flowing from his helmet, pulling at it with both hands.

A Fireball tentatively landed on Leon.

Immediately, the bombardment of flames continued.

The Undead never missed a chance for a sneak attack, with magic Fireballs continuously exploding in the enclosed space, the surroundings already charred.

The weapons and Armor being continuously struck by flames became increasingly heated after absorbing heat.

The intense heat transformed the entire hall into a pit able to evaporate consciousness and souls.

Through the flames, Lind’s gaze cleared and he saw Leon stop vomiting and coughing, but he was still bent over, as if listening to something, or because he was carrying something that couldn’t be seen by ordinary eyes, yet was unbearably heavy for Leon himself.

The Main City Lord of level 44 then fully unleashed his power, highlighting that a gap in strength cannot be easily crossed.

The gap between ranks required countless lives to bridge.

Leon removed his Iris Flower helmet, revealing a pale face, ordinary-looking with rather thick lips, bushy eyebrows, a square face, nothing handsome about him.

Black liquid flowed from Leon’s ears, dripping onto his shoulder armor, trickling along the patterns of the armor, slowly filling his body.

Lind strongly suspected that he and the Undead had not caused much damage to Leon, perhaps even less than the damage Leon caused himself by pulling out the black thick substance from his mouth.

"Old Nobility," he panted.

The roaring explosion of flames could not suppress his voice, all chaos became mere background, with only Leon’s voice booming in everyone’s ears.

"Dragon Wagon! Dodge quickly!"

"Car, car, car!"

"Die upon touching?"

The battle raged, and the storm roared, forcibly dominating his physical strength, Leon overturned the advantage the undead had gained.

From the perspective of the undead, a Level 44 Boss overwhelming a Level 11 was somewhat absurd on the data sheet. It was one thing not to withstand a single strike, but why couldn’t a group of them withstand one either?

From Lind’s perspective, this was normal; anything could appear in this world.

Besides Leon, there was no one else standing on the ground, yet no one had fallen either.

Lind’s gaze slightly shifted upwards.

All the undead were in the sky.

Then, they heavily smashed down onto the ground like raindrops.

The stooped Leon walked slowly toward Lind amidst the "downpour."

"The curse of the Abyss? The Great Rift?" Lind did not retreat. His injuries had not fully healed. The blood of flames flowing in his body not only repaired him but also brought about immense pain—no one could freely move with such pain.

He suddenly recalled the Supply Flame Knights who had once followed Serene; their use of flames was truly child’s play, merely carrying scorching furnaces with their bodies, whereas he had injected the flames into his bloodstream.

As he spoke, the veins on Lind’s face shimmered under the glow of the flaming blood, his entire face covered in orange-yellow lines.

Opening his mouth, a high temperature surged out, even emitting flames.

Only absolute power could allow one to use power as crazily as he did.

His body slightly able to move, Lind spat out a glob of blood-sticky saliva, which exploded into sparks as it hit the ground.

Leon stopped in front of Lind, the two stood very close. Though Leon’s body was already large, it still seemed half a head shorter in front of Lind’s burly frame.

They stood facing each other, eyes colliding.

In one’s eyes brewed flames, in the other’s flickered red light.

"We fight in the Great Rift against the Abyssal Calamity, repeatedly stopping the invasion from the Abyss, yet you drool over the Ring of Magic," Leon said.

Lind listened to the other’s accusations but stood still.

So, was the shattering of the Ring of Magic related to the Old Nobility?

Perhaps it was related, but it definitely had nothing to do with the small fries of the Rand Kingdom; otherwise, Lind would surely know.

Lind lowered his gaze to Leon’s feet, who had never left the hall from start to finish. He did not believe that the other could not leave due to "BOSS’s terrain restrictions." Let alone that the other was not a BOSS, the logic of this world also differed vastly from a game.

The entity that had fashioned the players into undead and dragged them into this world, whatever it was, did not have a deep control over this world.

It could not restrict certain things from leaving a certain place.

Lind even believed that the undead were just a group of people accidentally pulled over, the world was running normally, there was no so-called game system, they were all outsiders.

At this moment, Leon held no strong malice towards him.

"Do you know the gardener?" Leon suddenly asked.

"The gardener?"

"The one tending the Iris Flowers," Leon said, "If a flower gets infested by bugs, the gardener would break that Iris Flower to prevent the bugs from harming the other flowers and allow the Iris Flower to die with dignity, buried in the soil, with a tombstone unique to it."

Lind’s gaze shifted to the Iris Flower helmet that Leon had tossed aside earlier.

"It seems you don’t know."

"Has Goliath ever had a gardener?" Lind’s goal remained unchanged, returning to Goliath.

But the more he knew, the more he felt the necessity to return to Goliath.

"I also want to know," Leon grinned slightly, his tone tinged with sadness, "Now, an Iris Flower is already terminally ill."