The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 181 - 167 Recruitment Flyer

Chapter 181: Chapter 167 Recruitment Flyer

Filled with loyalty to the great lord and a belief in honor, they charged toward the flickering fire in the sky.

It was an ethereal figure, floating half a person’s height above the ground.

One could see it was a woman, her cheeks twisted in agony, with a clear cut on her neck that immediately reminded Reed and the others of the frozen yet swollen-faced corpse they had found earlier.

She was indeed a ghost, as their gaze could pass through her and see the building behind.

Her agonized screams echoed in their ears, which was very strange, for as a ghost, her voice seemed to be easily dispersed by the cold wind blowing in their faces.

Reed did not hesitate even for a moment, charging again, murmuring a prayer to awaken the dormant power within him, and although he was very proficient in harnessing this power, he could not skip this step.

Some procedures are absolutely indispensable, skipping certain steps means suicide.

Everyone needed to follow this process, the only one who could use their powers as instinctively as their own body was the great lord himself.

Charging without a second thought, Reed held aloft his sword, now trailing flames from the charge, and struck at the phantom figure.

It was like striking at air, with not the slightest contact.

Pulling on the reins as a reminder for the Catastrophe Warhorse to stop, the reins were not meant to forcibly halt the beast, as a Catastrophe Warhorse would not stop for a mere tug, you could even plunge a knife into its head, and it wouldn’t stop at will.

Only the Lost Soul Chains bound to its body were the source of enslavement.

Reed turned his head to look back.

Bad news.

Ghosts, untouchable.

The ghost was still wailing, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of galloping hooves that followed the charge, her mouth open in a ferocious expression as she wailed.

"Forget about her for now, let’s go back and find that corpse!" Reed made a quick decision, "Try burning that corpse."

He had to test every possible solution to the problem. Even if he encountered difficulties, he couldn’t immediately go back to the great lord for help.

Trust comes from loyalty and ability, and while he had loyalty, he must also demonstrate his own worthiness of the great lord’s trust.

The loyalty of the incompetent is not precious.

A Great Knight turned and rushed back, igniting flames in the cold wind was not easy, so the Great Knight simply opened his arms and bombarded the corpse with Explosive Flame.

The burst of flame was visible from Reed’s position, as if it had ignited half the street.

The massive explosion drowned out the whimpering howl of the wind.

The female ghost was still wailing.

The soldier came back, on foot.

Not right!

A Catastrophe Warhorse, dragging its tired and wounded body, shook off the control of the Lost Soul Chains and charged over, the Calamity out of control.

"Kill it!" Reed yelled.

Someone immediately mounted a Catastrophe Warhorse and charged forward, and what had happened was obvious... the Great Knight hadn’t burned the corpse, instead, he had unleashed a "Clorey’s Explosion Flame" on his own Catastrophe Warhorse!

What had happened?

The Catastrophe Warhorse, before the Great Knight’s charge, was as fragile as paper, easily torn apart.

Reed then formed a semi-circle with the remaining men, watching the Great Knight who stood motionless on the spot.

"What’s going on?" Reed asked.

The others slightly raised their weapons, still on guard even against a former comrade, as things had taken a bizarre turn, and there was trouble among their own beneath their very eyes.

"Dome," the voice of the Great Knight came from the gap in his helmet, "you will be burnt to ashes by Dome’s flames!"

He charged at Reed with his sword, but with a high vantage point, Reed flicked and successfully knocked the longsword from his hand.

The clearly out-of-control Great Knight was significantly diminished in combat ability, and Reed had a feeling that he was not facing a seasoned Great Knight honed by battle, but an old man stumbling with a longsword, trying to chop at him with a body he was not familiar with.

Without his weapon, the Great Knight screamed and his hands burst into flames.

Accompanied by the sizzling sound of meat roasting on an iron plate.

In this world, until now, the only one who dared to use "Clore’s Explosion Flame" on his own body has been Lord himself; no one else can even cover their sword blades completely with flames.

Moreover, the Great Knight had definitely skipped the prayer just now, a step that should have been indispensable.

Being covered in the Explosion Flame was not much different from setting oneself ablaze.

"Madness!" Reed leapt down from his horse and quickly threw a punch at the Soldier’s head, creating a "thud" as his fist collided with the helmet.

There was a gap between Great Knights, and Reed, who had been personally taught techniques by Lord himself, was among the highest in strength.

His fist was fast and ruthless, striking continuously with heavy blows.

It was like striking a cracked bell, the "dong dong" sounds echoing incessantly.

Blood seeped from the Great Knight’s helmet gaps, as Reed bent down, hugged his waist, lifted him up, and then smashed him heavily to the ground.

At last, he had the other under control.

"Put out the fire!"

The helmet had rolled away and the Soldier who had suffered Reed’s consecutive heavy punches was now unconscious on the ground, his helmet completely deformed and caved in.

The Great Knight’s nose was utterly broken, blood gushing out.

But luckily, once unconscious, the flames that had been burning on his arm also went out.

At least his life was spared.

"Dome!" Reed gritted his teeth at this name; he did not mind fighting on the battlefield, but he despised the manipulation of one’s mind and toying with trust.

"Tie him up!" Reed knew this wouldn’t be very effective since once the other regained consciousness, they could ignite the Supernatural Power within their body and once again turn into a flaming figure.

He hoped there wouldn’t be another loss of control.

Whom should one pray to? If you don’t know, then pray to Lord.

The exploration of Crying Town should end here, Reed gathered everyone together, no longer splitting up, and they returned to the female corpse.

The corpse’s throat was wide open like a gaping mouth, lying stiff in the cold wind.

He found a stick, covered it with the Explosion Flame, and then placed it on the corpse.

The wind suddenly became fierce, whipping at the flames, which instead of being extinguished, rose a few notches higher, appearing even more turbulent and mad.

The corpse too was ignited, and the blaze became uncontrollable.

"Is the ghost still there?"

"It’s still there."

Reed glanced back, his gaze seeming to pierce through the night and the walls of houses to see the ghost radiating white light.

He already knew that Dome was not a ghost, but a Wizard, and it was obvious that the opponent’s trickiness was far beyond imagination. The way the Great Knight was influenced in his mind just now reminded Reed of the recent Abyssal transformation.

The special plague that could stir a person’s soul with a glance and cause mutation upon contact.

Reed was not even sure whether they should return to Star Dragon City now; if this strange condition was contagious, the best preparation they could make was to find Dome and kill him before everyone else lost control, or they might all die there.

In the midst of the flames, Reed suddenly noticed a piece of paper under the female corpse and quickly reached in to pull it out of the fire.

Burnt at the edges, fortunately, it did not affect reading.

And an even better piece of news, he recognized most of the characters written on it, with only a few sentences being unreadable to him.

He instinctively felt that this matter was related to the content on the paper.

He shook the paper, flicking out the flames.

Reed smoothed out the paper with trembling hands, struggling to discern the words.

"Tomorrow XX School XX Enrolment, Witch XX Morena Lady, Headmaster Mr. Dome, welcome"—the text abruptly ended there.

The reason for the desolation of Crying Town seemed to have been found.