The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 885 - 606 Flesh Giants_2

Chapter 885: Chapter 606 Flesh Giants_2

A Bone Whistle Arrow broke free from the bowstring and flew towards the figure. He widened his eyes as he watched the arrow pierce the opponent’s head.

Gurgle, it was like a blood bag bursting, and the figure exploded with a large amount of blood.

"What on earth are those monsters?" His companion’s voice was full of disgust.

More and more ugly things were approaching.

Their legs and arms were uncoordinated, of varying lengths, walking as if struggling to move rotting flesh barely clinging to bones.

And they were howling.

"I’m guessing they’re not saying welcome."

"Let me whack them three times!"

The slow twisted flesh began a charge, and the three wounded, including Mayer, swiftly switched to close combat weapons. Swords and knives were the best choice; they didn’t have the strength to wield heavier weapons.

Luckily, those things were similar.

The sword blade easily pierced through the head of a flesh monster, bringing out a splash of blood as it was withdrawn.

Then came the second sword, the second monster.

Killing them was effortless.

They seemed to lack bones, dying with a single stab, but more and more flesh monsters crowded in, moving like a silent mercury wave, step by step encroaching on their space, using their disposable bodies to drown them.

Mayer slashed diagonally, easily severing half a head and an arm. The opponent was then crushed by its companions, while staggering monsters were knocked down and stampeded by subsequent ones.

Despite their continuous attacks, facing ceaseless assaults, they could only retreat.

Until their feet "sploosh" stepped into the water.

They had retreated into the seawater, with no room left to withdraw.

Either retreating to be cruelly pulled away by the waves, praying to land on another safe island with everything left to luck, or charging forward to be engulfed.

Mayer could vaguely hear the wailing of death, surely the call of ’Grim Reaper’ Za Za.

The seawater lapped against his back, slipping into his neck.

The enemies approached step by step, not with the tension of an encirclement, but slowly, endlessly, killing until they choked with clumps of flesh lodged in their throats, suffocating.

Despite the opponent’s loose formation, never issuing war cries.

They came closer with a slow, horrific atmosphere, killing until they despaired, until exhausted, until collapsed. Their indifference towards death raised a sense of powerlessness.

Despair.

"Whoosh" An arrow flew, powerfully piercing through the heads of a dozen flesh monsters.

Blood shot out, clearing an empty space.

Following were the second, third arrow.

The number increased.

Mayer turned his head.

He saw a gigantic ship floating in the sky, and at the bow stood someone, one foot on the ship’s edge, holding a short bow in one hand and a magic wand in the other.

The figure was fully illuminated by the sun, allowing him to see only the silhouette against the light, and the flowing hair.

Pupils slowly dilated.

In his eyeballs, the trajectory of the arrows falling like meteors was reflected.

"Boom!!"

The ship landed heavily, the ground trembled wildly, sand, seawater, corpses—all nearby things jumped violently, given life by the falling impact.

The figure lightly jumped off the ship.

"Mina?"

She seemed different from before, more confident, outstanding.

Leaving him was the right choice, Mayer thought, as keeping her by his side would hinder her pursuit of everything she wanted.

Mayer watched her release the bowstring, arrows flying in large numbers, exploding in the air, turning into a dense rain of arrows that killed flesh monsters.

But with only Mina as reinforcement, is it enough?

"Boom!"

A figure cloaked in golden armor, adorned with a black Ghost Cloak, and shoulders draped with lion-like animal fur landed.

Upon recognizing him, Mayer immediately changed his thoughts.

With him, it’s enough.

Lind Armand had become a legendary figure, permanently entrenched as a mythological character.

"Mayer," Mina looked over, "I’ve come to rescue you."

Mayer suddenly felt a pang in his eyes.

"Welcome back."

"Guys, save your reunion for the victory banquet," Lind said. "This place looks familiar, but entirely different from what I imagined."

He took out the Banshee’s Horn, and the ghost Selena reappeared.

The Banshee’s Horn had the ability to pull people inside. Those stripped of all power entered and climbed to the mountain top through their efforts, ultimately defeating the Corpse Dragon to achieve victory.

A successful trial would grant one usage of the Banshee’s Horn.

It was said that Trial Island did exist, but its contents might not be real, now he found they could say the objects serve as reference.

Not only were there no monsters scattered with equipment, there weren’t even green grass or trees, just barren land.

And filled with flesh monsters.

In his haste, he only brought Mina here. Of course, it’s also possible that he didn’t want the Undead to arrive here too early, intentionally guiding their discovery speed to focus more on other places needing attention, saving Lind much effort.

The air suddenly grew uneasy.

Lind looked up at the distant mountain top, traversing the barren land, his vision climbed upward. Terrible roars echoed to the sky.

The sky turned ink black.

The power to change the weather—a force rivaling Lind’s.

Whoosh, the gale hit.

Mina raised her hand to block the gusts smashing into her, while Mayer and others staggered back.

They watched as the golden-armored figure rapidly grew taller, their size turning giant-like a small mountain.

The wind crashed into him, making tangible forms. Observing the flame rolling on his surface, one could sense the storm’s ferocity.

Lind calmly waited, observing a figure rolling within the black clouds, causing the dark clouds to contract inward like the sky had been pierced.

Soon, the enormous sky hole spewed out a figure, moving fast, instantly leaving the black clouds behind.

With a sharp sonic boom, it charged towards Lind.

A giant, a flesh giant, though smaller than Lind’s towering form.

Mina and others lacked the capability to confront such a scene, they could only watch anxiously.

Under the gale, Mina couldn’t shoot even if she drew her bow.

Everything would be blown off, she couldn’t stand steadily.

Lind stood firm in the storm, waiting for that flesh giant to approach before striding forward.

His steps created wind waves, shaking the earth.

The ground moaned.

A huge batch of flesh monsters burst underneath his foot, leaving behind a sea of blood upon lifting his foot again.

Lind raised his right arm.

His left foot stomped the ground, leaping up—another earth-shaking moment. Then everyone saw a mountain jumping.

A gigantic axe appeared in his hand, as if holding a small mountain peak.

The flying flesh giant spread its arms, struggling to adjust its flight direction, but facing Lind’s prepared axe, it could only collide.

A sky-shattering sound, followed by an explosive shock wave, transformed into a circular blade wind, dispersing the clouds pulled by the flesh giant.

The flesh giant crashed to the ground, its body like a meat grinder, slaughtering numerous flesh monsters from the mere impact.

When it got up, its body was completely deformed, hanging chunks of meat on bones.

"Gon?"

Lind had keen senses, though it was their first meeting, he recognized the identity.

"So this is your secret of power."

He shifted his gaze from the broken flesh body to the distant mountain peak.

Because another flesh giant was coming.