The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 876 - 602: Mad Corpse Besieging the City

Chapter 876: Chapter 602: Mad Corpse Besieging the City

"Is it over?"

Soc Red Furnace panted heavily.

Released from the peculiar dense fog, everything felt like a dream.

The population of Cape Camp had vanished in large numbers; he knew where they had gone, dying and then forever lost.

Even the Cape Sisters, who were the managers, had disappeared.

He came outside and stood at the harbor, gazing into the distance as the shadows of the night covered the rippling water.

Until a figure cut through the surface of the water at high speed.

Flame Wings spread out, a black Ghost Cloak floating behind, the heavy armor exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

The appearance of Lind Armand made his heart tremble.

"My lord." Soc bowed his head in shame.

The lord’s appearance here could only be due to his failures, the first mission had already ended in such a failure, his heart was filled with fear.

"I need you to take Red Furnace Castle as soon as possible."

Lind did not comfort Soc. As a superior, he should never comfort a subordinate who hadn’t achieved anything and even made mistakes; a lord needs absolute authority.

This incident could have been avoided. Although it was a surprise attack by the "Sea God," if he had led all the undead from the beginning, the situation would have been reversed.

"Yes!"

Soc lowered his head, more serious than ever.

The following day, the undead army led by Soc Red Furnace advanced toward Red Furnace Castle. It was only when they sped up that he was shocked to realize just how terrifying this army’s mobility was.

They didn’t tire, didn’t complain, would do anything necessary... He even saw someone using magic to hurry along, just to be propelled forward a bit when the magic was released.

A group of red figures blocked the path of the undead army led by Soc.

Their skin was crimson, with red crystals covering their elbow and knee joints, long arches on their feet, their bodies hunched over, but moving extremely fast.

"Those are Mad Corpses." Soc explained to the soldiers’ puzzled looks, "About three years ago, they escaped from the Far East Magic School."

Undead: "Biochemical experiments? Could that Magic School be some kind of Umbrella Corporation from the Magic World?"

"Umbrella? They don’t even count." Soc had no fondness for the Far East Magic School.

Those who survived probably didn’t either.

"That place let out many things! Various kinds, of odd shapes, but they all have one thing in common, they’re good at killing."

The undead didn’t seem to mind at all.

A group of crazy magical scientists experimenting to create new monsters, providing more and more interesting game experiences, for them, a diverse range of enemies was fun.

Seeing the excited soldiers, Soc had to clear his throat.

"They are immortal."

"How coincidental, who isn’t?"

Soc felt like he was playing the lute to a cow, not because the cow didn’t understand, but the cow even rebutted nonchalantly.

Just like now.

"They seek the thrill of fear and screams, sometimes magic can also trigger their frenzied attacks." Soc had to emphasize, "Those with red skin are weak, if you see one wearing crystal armor all over, you should consider running."

"Don’t forget our mission!" He had to bring up the mission.

The undead feared nothing but mission failure.

But an undead asked.

"Do the Mad Corpses have a leader? Like an intelligent Corpse King."

"How did you know?" Soc was surprised.

They clearly weren’t from this continent, yet guessed about the Mad Corpse King.

"Apocalypse novels always write it like this. If you’ve played zombie games, you’d know they have classic roles, like Tanks and Witches." The undead suddenly didn’t care.

Being unreserved in front of NPCs was their gaming pleasure, especially since NPCs would truly remember and consider their conversations.

"They were crazed creatures created by the Undead Wizard’s power," Soc returned to the topic, "Disturb one, you’ll face a horde."

Before he finished speaking, a fearless soldier charged in.

Leading with a Flame Arrow that blasted a hole in the red Mad Corpse’s chest, he drew his sword and slashed down.

Lion Slash, rolling heavy smash.

Pinning the Mad Corpse down, he raised the greatsword with both hands and brought it down.

With a thud, the Mad Corpse’s head deformed, but its body continued to struggle.

"The head isn’t its weakness; this thing is undead!"

Though they were "zombies," unlike zombies from the scientific world, these Mad Corpses were transformed by magic, and would rise no matter how many times they died.

"There must be a control center."

"Is the Corpse King nearby?"

"Nonsense, there’s no Corpse King."

"Stop arguing, look ahead."

A swarm of Mad Corpses rushed towards them.

"We should..." Soc was about to speak when he saw his soldiers lift their weapons, roaring and charging at the red Mad Corpses like a pack of wild barbarians.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Clearly, there was no shortage of highly talented archers in the group. Soc could see the precise arrows piercing through the sky, hitting the Mad Corpses accurately, causing them to fall, sometimes through the eyes, sometimes the chest... Basically, anywhere potentially lethal, yet unfortunately, in the Magic World, there were no vital weaknesses for creatures.

Just like many strong beings, who, after reaching a certain level of power, could survive even without a heart.

The attack was swift, a massive clash between the warriors and Mad Corpses, with no holding back. Soc felt like he was in a blacksmith’s shop, surrounded by blacksmiths hammering away.