The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 164 - 150 Calamity Plague_2

Chapter 164: Chapter 150 Calamity Plague_2

Lind didn’t mind too much; it didn’t matter whether he had a bit more or a bit less grain. The other party might profit, but himself...he had profited quite a lot.

Watching cart after cart of ore being hauled back, Lind couldn’t help but wonder, "What are they mining for?"

To mine but not to need the ores, treating them as casually as dirt.

Lind didn’t fret over grain because his granaries were nearly full. Now that he had taken over Leon Territory, including the lizardmen area and Persimmon Town, everything within its range belonged to him. There were so many Calamity Shadow regions that even over two hundred undead couldn’t keep up with the farming.

A huge amount of grain was ground into flour, and some was brewed into alcohol; not to mention the production line NPCs of Prey Town could handle more than they ate, and according to the news from Old Cheli, it had been a long time since anyone had stolen grain to eat.

Well-fed, there was no need to risk getting beaten half to death to steal.

He himself didn’t lack grain, so what were the likes of Ge Nan and the other miners toiling for, not needing the ore?

With a supply of ores, the blacksmiths of Prey Town put their backs into producing vigorously.

Step by step, the crafted traps, armor, weapons, and other finished products were shipped out.

The expansion of NPC population most distinctly reflected in the increased production, which, once in full swing, could meet the needs of more than two hundred undead.

The undead in Leon City paused but a short while in the face of this difficulty.

The first undead squad officially set out.

The Catastrophe Warhorses dragged the flatbed carts, transporting traps and props toward Leon City.

Unless on a large-scale mission, many undead preferred to play in small teams; even knowing the BOSS of the Leon City dungeon was tough, some were willing to "suffer" by themselves.

Of course, this time the main combat style wasn’t solo fighting but planned squad operations, which involved dividing into small teams using traps, props, and magic to harass the BOSS for an extended time, preventing it from disengaging and regenerating health.

After the first squad was completely wiped out, a second squad would follow up.

The entire Leon City was their battlefield.

The suffering squad arrived at Leon City, its gates shattered, with traces of flames that had scorched it days ago still lingering; the ground was no longer covered in the ash that once belonged to the undead, with only broken clothing and spattered bloodstains on walls occasionally in sight.

On the dark ground were numerous traces left from the battles, such as broken swords, arrows, shields, and even some body tissues not yet cleaned up.

The fires of war had long since extinguished, but the suffocating atmosphere left behind only grew, making walking through the post-battle ruins far more unsettling than standing on the battlefield itself.

Passing through a few stone houses with burned-through roofs, some went in to explore.

"It’s a bit poor here."

"I found a knife, but it’s of very poor quality."

They weren’t members of Star Dragon Ridge from the very beginning but came from the resource-scarce Harbor Village. Ordinarily, if they managed to obtain a weapon of similar quality, they’d be elated for quite some time, at least finding it more useful than a pitchfork. But since joining Star Dragon Ridge, everything had changed.

Weapons, armor, etc., you didn’t even need to buy them; just finding a few nice guys and talking sweet could get you a decent set of gear.

With a bit of luck, those nice guys would even take you along to farm.

Those who had lived in the city all their lives and never tended to fields fell in love with farming at Star Dragon Ridge.

Farming, facing the Abyssal Calamity, tower defense, and then harvesting the grain.

Ever since joining Star Dragon Ridge, they never lacked resources.

They stopped when they reached the inner city area.

"Set up the traps first!"

Most of the traps were trigger-based.

Among them, a type of spike trap, and those who had purchased the traps couldn’t understand how the spikes could extend out from an iron plate only as thick as the palm of a hand.

Magic claimed the right to explain.

They had tested it, and it worked well, easily capable of piercing through a human foot.

The traps were laid like floor tiles, and up high, a set of automatic crossbows was rigged. Most importantly, there were oil pots and incendiary bottles.

Everything was ready; an Undead charged into the inner city to draw the attention of Boss Leon.

"Here he comes, here he comes!"

Upon hearing the sound, the Undead immediately withdrew.

The wind howled.

An outline with red eyes seemed to chase after them, flying almost.

Leon, at this point, was completely different from a few days prior. His body was wrapped in pitch-black pus, grotesquely twisted, and the occasional exposed skin underneath had bulges, seeming to contain an endless flow of black pus if punctured.

His size was no longer human-like, and there wasn’t much of his armor left, hanging in scattered pieces on his body.

His body appeared to always be shrieking, and there was no visible upper half that belonged to a human. Only a fluid coiling around him, as if everything above the waist had become a large snake writhing, making one’s hair stand on end.

His face was still exposed, stretched forward like that of a canine.

With sharp fangs protruding, frighteningly like those of a shark, he looked capable of easily stuffing a human’s head into his gaping maw.

His eyes were blood-red, stirring unease in the hearts of those who gazed upon them.

He had completely transformed into an Abyssal Calamity, no longer belonging to humanity.

Nonchalantly grabbing an Undead fleeing in front, he swung them repeatedly against the ground, the Undead’s body without any capacity to resist, merely enduring the brutal smashing.

The sound of blood splattering on the ground was particularly grating.

When Leon finally let go, the Undead he had seized smiled as it exploded into ashes.

Finally released.

As Lord Leon entered the ambush range, the Undead started their assault.

The traps were activated, and a barrage of attacks engulfed Leon, catching him off-guard. However, the disparity in strength made their trap seem like a mere irritant.

"Did we poison him?" The Undead did not speak, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t communicate; they had many ways to do so internally.

"We did!"

All their traps were coated with a poison provided by Perfumer Brittany. The poison wasn’t very strong, but it was persistent. As long as the poison showed effect, they dared to spend a considerable amount of time grinding down their opponent.

He began to lose health, and the Undead held their breaths in anticipation, exhilarated inside.

The health drop continued, lasting for about a minute before the effect ceased.

That was the extent of what their pre-prepared traps could do.

The Undead remained hidden, but still, they couldn’t escape being discovered and had to fight desperately.

The second squad, the third squad... after death, they would resurrect swiftly and rush back.

The cycle repeated, even forming a special rhythm for the slaughter of Lord Leon.

They relied on numbers, on endurance, and a war of attrition.

Finally... the Undead savored victory.

It had taken three days, during which two disconnections led to Leon fully restoring his health; otherwise, victory would have come quicker.

But before they could rejoice...

"Fuck, it’s over!"

"The plague, I think I’ve been hit with the ’Calamity Plague debuff’!"