The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 875 - 601: The Real Extraterrestrial Visitor_2

Chapter 875: Chapter 601: The Real Extraterrestrial Visitor_2

Lind’s speed increased rapidly, transforming completely into a roaring, running human fireball, leaving behind scorched piles of bodies and seas of blood that looked like purgatory.

Rushing towards the white fog, Lind positioned his hammer and axe in front of him and charged forward.

But as his feet hit the ground, he found himself standing on the deck of a moving ghost ship.

His knowledge of ghosts was limited; apart from the golden ghosts discovered in the ruins called "Molten Gold" in the Magic Land, his only other experience was with Selena, who resided in the Banshee’s Horn.

This large ship was sailing on the boundless ocean.

Even though Lind could move between various continents, he never set his sights on the sea. The ancient, mysterious ocean brought him unease; most of his understanding of it came from the "Pirate King" games played by the undead.

But few people managed to endure it, almost none. Staying on the sea without doing anything felt like imprisonment, confined to the ship.

"Let me see who’s behind the scenes."

Lind’s hands hung naturally, with the axe and hammer swaying gently as he moved. Whatever came next would first face his full-force attack.

From the deck onward, he saw no living beings aboard. As he ventured into the cabin, he found the space surprisingly large, possibly enhanced by some magic space technology.

Lind looked up, estimating a height of at least 20 meters. But as he explored the ship, he was sure its length didn’t exceed 20 meters.

A square-shaped ship?

"Throw this into Area 3!"

Someone was speaking.

"Kill! Hurry up!"

The voice sounded anxious.

"What? Someone escaped? Where? Ignore it, they must be dead, continue!"

Instinctively using his concealing skill, Lind maintained an elegant demeanor similar to a knight’s duel, but his footsteps were silent, his presence erased, as if he didn’t exist.

The door ahead was open.

A creature, presumably a "Fish Gills Mutant," was waving its tentacles. In front of it was a huge magical projection divided into dozens of sections, each hosting a fight.

It was the place Lind had entered earlier when the fog appeared.

"Why did this stop? Continue, continue!" The Fish Gills Mutant cursed, taking out several magic triangular blocks. Suddenly, one of the paused fog areas surged with numerous Fish Gills Mutants.

The axe pressed against its neck.

The cursing Fish Gills Mutant shuddered.

"You... How did you get in here?"

"I should be the one asking questions."

Lord Lind raised his finger, emitting a soul blade from its tip, lightly severing one of the mutant’s tentacles.

Every capable lord ought to master interrogation techniques. Lind could inflict direct soul damage, use curses, or elemental bombardments.

He chose to cut off the tentacle because the squirming slimy tentacles irritated him.

"Ah!"

The Fish Gills Mutant, having lost its tentacle, became obedient.

"Who are you?" Lind asked.

"Surveyor, Wes Ruck."

"So, Mr. Wes Ruck, or Ms.?" Lind couldn’t determine its gender.

No one wanted to lift the sticky robe of a Fish Gills Mutant to find out their gender. Lind certainly didn’t; his tastes were simple—must be human or humanoid.

"Our civilization doesn’t differentiate that precisely. The perfect life form should... You can call me Ms. if you insist on binary gender labels."

"Stop those things first, Ms." Lind emphasized, "The wound on your neck certainly urged you not to be clever."

"Don’t, don’t be angry." Wes Ruck’s tentacles trembled, "I will cooperate, definitely cooperate!"

She slowly raised one of her tentacles: "I’ll use this arm to touch the energy matrix upfront to shut down the fog area. Can I do that?"

"I said, don’t move!"

"How can I shut it down without moving?" Wes Ruck couldn’t help but retort, "Stupid lower realm people!"

Lind’s lips curled slightly.

Stupid lower realm people? She leaked quite a bit of information.

"Tell me how to shut it down, I’ll do it."

"You can’t do it; we must use our own hands, like with your own spells... issuing a spell, encrypted so only those who know the spell can use it."

Lind remained silent, pressing the axe deeper.

"Just a touch, just one touch!"

Wes Ruck watched as her severed tentacle gently approached the energy matrix, momentarily shutting down the fog area. The intense battlefield paused.

Everyone was confused over the sudden safety but took the opportunity to rest and heal.

"We have a lot to talk about." Lind stated, "Madam, I guess you have much to tell me, right?"

Wes Ruck: "Of... of course!"

Not really!

Involuntarily, she walked out with Lind, preventing her from controlling the fog again.

As the space grew, recognizing Lind’s face, Wes Ruck exclaimed, "It’s you!"

She remembered clearly catching an amazing fellow in her fog.

"Are you a local god?"

"I am under no obligation to answer your questions." Lind hinted at the axe, "But I believe you’ll be eager to clarify my doubts."

"Of... of course."

"So, why are you controlling fog on the sea to capture people and cause them to kill each other? Are you the sea god?"

"I will answer one at a time." Wes Ruck replied.

Seeing Lind’s nod of agreement, she continued: "The sea god is this ship. I capture people and provoke mutual killing out of boredom. Don’t you catch ants, poke them to death with sticks for a bit of joy?"

Lind paused briefly. From the way she spoke and her occasional arrogance, he could tell she wasn’t from the Eastern Continent, perhaps not even from the world under the Ring of Magic.

An outsider, possibly similar to the Cursed Land.

"Why are you called a surveyor?"

"Exploring worlds where civilizations are born." Wes Ruck answered, "Understanding the development of a civilization, then considering..."

"Plundering?" Lind suggested.

"Of course not. Sometimes we even voluntarily integrate, helping to cultivate talents."

"Sometimes?"

Facing Lind’s question, Wes Ruck countered.

So, is the foretold alien visitor the uninvited starlet or this Fish Gills Mutant?

"Are all the Fish Gills Mutants your creation?" Lind asked.

"Don’t say that!" Wes Ruck corrected, "They are the sea god’s most basic explorers, only requiring minimal energy to hatch in large quantities."

"Is your exploration finished?" Lind inquired.

"It ended years ago." Wes Ruck’s mood suddenly dimmed, "But I was cut off from the outside, unable to leave, thus I found ways to entertain myself."

The Ring of Magic shattered, or perhaps due to the starlet stationed on the moon.

"If you could contact the outside," Lind asked, "how would you ensure your civilization doesn’t attack here but choose integration?"

"We have our strict criteria." Wes Ruck perceived his intent.

But considering her life hung in Lind’s balance, she had no choice but to divulge, though it wasn’t a secret.

"A peaceful, friendly civilized environment, non-aggressive, extremely talented, plus passing certain tests. Only two civilizations have passed so far."

"What about those that didn’t pass?"

"Six hundred and twenty."

"So you still plunder." Lind gave a slight laugh in anger.

Strict towards others, lenient to oneself.

A civilization that plunders globally insisting that the surrendering party must be civilized, polite, and non-violent.

"I think we will cooperate, if you ever want to leave here." Lind suggested, "What’s your civilization’s name?"

"Tainan."

Lind felt he might have discovered a new enemy type. Awaiting his alien visitor might not be the starlet, but the infiltrator self-claimed as "Tainan."