The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 793 - 561: The Horror Group Second Phase Buff_2

Chapter 793: Chapter 561: The Horror Group Second Phase Buff_2

Its voice carried a hint of mockery.

"Her? Why, we have no conflict." The Dwarf Knight didn’t understand; they were still a part of Misty Rain City. For now, they kept to themselves, but if one day Magdalena regained control of Misty Rain City, they would surely rejoin.

But the sudden assault caught them off guard, and even now, they were on the brink of annihilation.

"It has nothing to do with her; it’s that new Lord, a savage." The Dwarf War God still didn’t conceal his disdain, "A madman trying to tap into powers from beyond."

"What?" The Dwarf Knight couldn’t make sense of what that meant.

Prophecies of visitors from beyond had already appeared, a threat far greater than the fall of Misty Rain City, but more information was beyond his ken.

"Madmen who embrace that power will be blinded, turning against their own, just like now."

All of this left the Dwarf Knight in shock.

"So what should we do now?"

Even if there really was some hidden power manipulating everything, could they just turn a blind eye and endure, when the only outcome would be complete annihilation by their enemy, consumed utterly?

Flashes of light twinkled, as several powerful Dwarf warriors appeared in the Holy Temple.

They were the strongest force in the Dwarf Fortress.

"Just let ourselves be wiped out? Selfless devotion has never been our spirit." A newly arrived robust Dwarf with brown beard had his whiskers braided into twists, gently swaying as he spoke.

"I sure won’t just stand by and watch." Another Dwarf said, "If they open their mouths to bite, we’ll break their teeth!"

"Then we must rise up and resist."

"Brothers, let’s unite against the invaders."

"Raise our hammers and greatswords."

"Well then, great War God, is your battle axe still sharp?"

They looked towards the War God.

The War God, under everyone’s gaze, remained stoic. He stepped forward and punched a supporting pillar nearby.

The Holy Temple shook.

A huge battle axe was hidden within the battered pillar.

He grabbed the battle axe and declared: "You’ll see."

...

Lind looked ahead, after repelling the first wave of attacking Soldiers, the next group of Soldiers that appeared caught him by surprise.

They were the Mechanical God Cult Believers, thin and scrawny, appearing to have no combat prowess whatsoever.

Abandoning their human bodies did not grant them limitless strength; in fact, their approximate power level ranged from 1st to 2nd Rings, all cannon fodder level.

But with adequate knowledge and materials, they could experience a swift increase in strength, an improvement that signified an elevation in their research capabilities.

The cost was high, not worth it.

Indeed, but what if Lind’s cost was never really a concern?

The feeling was curious, Lind was considering breaking through the Dwarf Fortress as fast as possible, kidnapping a sufficient number of Mechanical God Cult Believers before Duke Hein could arrive, and then, as if the Dwarf Fortress were discarding trash, they threw their Believers out as cannon fodder for a mere delay.

Lind didn’t hesitate for even a second; any hesitation was a disrespect to the enemies’ indefensible assistance.

An [!] appeared above his head.

[Rescue Mechanical God Cult Believers]

[Rescue those Mechanical God Cult Believers, persuade them to join you; if they refuse, use brute force. A bit of violence is inevitable for the sake of rescuing our combative comrades.]

[Reward: 1000 Beast Fangs/person, 100 War Points/person]

[Special Mission Reward: Rescue 100 Mechanical God Cult Believers, everyone receives 1 King of Black Phosphorus’s Treasure Vault Key per person; Rescue 1000 Mechanical God Cult Believers, everyone receives 10 King of Black Phosphorus’s Treasure Vault Keys per person; Rescue all Mechanical God Cult Believers, everyone receives the special title "War God"]

The Undead, eyes blazing red, looked at the group of Mechanical God Cult Believers ahead.

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Damn! Beast Fangs aren’t important, everyone protect my Mechanical Dad!"

With the lure of raffle prizes, a special title, and that title being "War God," all the Undead charged forward crazily.

...

On the other side.

The Bald Dwarf Knight turned to glance at the towering Holy Temple behind him.

His mission was to delay the war as long as possible, letting those powerful elites figure out a solution. Since it was all about dying, he chose to send the Iron Lumps of the Mechanical God Cult to the battlefield.

In the face of possible annihilation, ensuring the prolongation of his own race was the correct choice.

As he watched the group of docile Iron Lumps confront the raging invading enemy, his expression grew solemn.

"I hope those pieces of junk can hold on a little longer."

"Roar!!" Roaring like a tide came from afar.

The chaos even affected the Soldiers beside the Bald Knight.

He was about to reprimand them when he saw the invading enemies sheathe their weapons and even force smiles on their faces.

"Huh?"

Confusion sprouted in the heart of the Bald Knight.

Not just him; the Iron Lumps were confused as well, especially after hearing that those who slaughtered the Dwarf Soldiers to the point of dropping their helmets and armor claimed they were here to rescue them.

Do they not see that we are all cannon fodder?

But perhaps being promoted from cannon fodder to prisoners was not so bad.

They lacked the power to resist, and even if the enemies were unarmed, they could not oppose them.

In a bizarre scene, the maddened battlefield that could devour everything suddenly quieted down. The enemies conscientiously dispersed, making way for the Iron Lumps to pass freely, and they continued to walk out of the residential area’s gate.

What exactly happened?

"Hand over the Believers of the Mechanical God Cult!" came the shouting of the Undead.

"They want those Iron Lumps?" The Bald Knight found this absurd.

Those Iron Lumps were everywhere before everything fell apart; not so sure about now.

Even after careful thought, the current state of the Dwarf Fortress couldn’t have been reached without the Iron Lumps.

Dwarves just habitually credit themselves; it doesn’t mean they are unaware of the importance of others.

But Iron Lumps are not precious; had the enemy directly demanded them, the Dwarves would have volunteered to give them away to prevent this war, provided they knew of the terror of this blitzkrieg.

Otherwise, Dwarf pride would lead them to say they’d rather fight to the death than concede.

Perhaps the enemy knew that would be their response.

Various thoughts surfaced in his mind; the Bald Knight shook his head and noticed the enemies opposite him had dropped their smiles and drew their weapons viciously once again.

It’s like they’re capable of changing faces.

"Counterattack!"

Large-scale battles seem to always start with a violent tremor on the ground. Flames arrogantly attacked, engulfing the residential area. Those shops, streets, everything was reduced to nothing after the exchange of fire between the two sides.

The temperature in the air kept rising, and the extreme heat would destroy everything.

The idea of dragging the enemy into street fighting was also impractical. Before getting close, the enemy would bombard wildly, and by the time they really set foot, what awaited them were the pockmarked scorched earth, almost without any obstruction to their vision.

The Prince brandished his ship-sized dual blades, charging into the wasteland first. The Dwarf Soldiers attempting resistance could only raise their Shields, but were brushed aside by the enemy’s sword as easily as sweeping away leaves, all flying away.

The Soldiers flew into the sky, turning into dark spots, as inconsequential as specks of mud.

Successive attacks landed on the Prince of Dual Swords, but could hardly stop his offensive stride; with each swing of his weapon, many Soldiers were taken down.

Just as He once again leaped toward a Dwarf command center, suddenly a figure sprang out, not much smaller than the Prince of Dual Swords, clad in heavy armor, holding a massive Battle Axe in hand.

"War God!"

The Dwarves’ eyes blazed as they saw their foe flipped over by a single axe blow from the War God, and they roared in unison.

This intense fervor reignited the entire battlefield.

The Undead, entangled with the enemy, were shocked to find that the entire enemy had entered a Frenzy State.

"Damn it, they’re all on steroids."

"Not just on steroids, speed, strength, Life Points all increased. A group second phase, isn’t this a bit too much? What kind of buff is this? It’s downright cheating."

Looking at the Dwarf Soldiers whose sizes had all burst, the Undead crazily complained.

Lind also noticed that so-called Dwarf War God.

"Starlet?"

The entity, much like himself, had received the gift of an extraterrestrial power.