The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 886 - 607 Eternal Secret Technique

Chapter 886: Chapter 607 Eternal Secret Technique

The flesh giant flying towards Lind once again charged at him. He spread his arms wide open, showing no hesitation despite the previous failure.

The axe struck, and the flesh giant was smoothly split in half in midair. Its arms opened wide with the sudden separation of its body, muscles writhing and blood splattering, like sails of a ship in the wind.

Mayer and the others, who had escaped from the broken ship, witnessed it with their own eyes, the impact even stronger.

Then the corpse crashed to the ground, carving a bloody path through the beach, the flesh loosening and the body lying motionless.

They looked at Lind, waiting for his command.

However, Lind just left them with the words "Don’t die," before he jumped up, holding his axe and hammer.

With his enormous body making a jumping motion, the ground beneath him groaned in pain. Suddenly, Flame Wings spread out behind him, like the canopy replaced by a raging sea of fire. The scorching heat forced everyone to crouch low, fearing they might be engulfed.

His heavy body surged towards the sky, like a mountain invertedly crashing into the heavens, the fiery gale almost pulling everyone along with him. They watched Lind charge towards the dark clouds, completely shattering them, sunlight piercing through, the crimson sun blindingly bright.

Another flesh giant emerged, colliding with Lind as he dived.

A large chunk of the sky was now littered with chunks of butchered flesh.

Lind landed on the ground.

He was very familiar with Trial Island, the basic terrain almost identical, only the altar and Corpse Dragon that should be here were missing, replaced by a volcanic crater.

Lind plunged into the volcanic crater. There was no magma here, but countless masses of flesh and fat, blood vessels like webs clinging to the stone walls of the crater, writhing and struggling, as if they still had life.

Twisted forms lunged at Lind, but he was unafraid, his body burning with high-temperature flames, incinerating any flesh monsters that dared approach.

The sounds of burning and agonizing wails echoed.

But this did not stop them from throwing themselves forward, just as Lind’s advance could not be halted as he delved deeper.

Their bone-like claws, sturdy and sharp, slashed at Lind, only to be shattered by the force of the rebound, sometimes erupting into clusters of counterattacking flames.

"Roar—!"

A roar like that of a purgatory demon came from below, sounding like a lion, the deep growl causing a slight twitch in one’s heart, awakening Lind’s primal fear of large predators.

The sound echoed inside the flesh volcano.

Finally, Lind saw the lion climbing upstream, its form also of flesh, lacking any animal hide, with a skeletal structure dissimilar to a lion.

It had six long legs, enormous sharp claws providing powerful grip, its mouth split open like petals, a wriggling, barbed proboscis extending, staring at Lind like a venomous serpent.

Even with strong reinforcements, Lind’s might was unmatched. He abandoned the hammer and axe due to space constraints, but his fists and the basic surge of flames were enough to shatter all obstacles ahead.

The flesh bodies trying to envelop him were like dolls stuffed with cotton, light and easily thrown aside, exploding into pieces with just a bit more force.

Lind finally landed.

He descended into a space that could be called spacious, his body rapidly shrinking. Around him, various monsters with hybrid traits were surrounding him, eyeing him menacingly.

Among them, Lind recognized many familiar parts, as the Undead, while exploring the Eastern Continent’s giant beast restricted area, did not forget to create special illustrations, detailing the key parts of certain giant beasts.

Flesh monsters swarmed again, like a colony of ants believing they had found a giant insect to hunt, their numbers providing overwhelming superiority, endlessly replenishing, with no chance of losing.

But these efforts were doomed to be in vain. Lind’s body burned with flames, each wave of fire rippling out like water waves, effortlessly sweeping away all flesh monsters trying to approach him.

Blood and flesh exploded in large quantities, turning the inside of the volcano sticky and foul.

Bodies detonated in midair, like molten iron struck with a hammer, blood flowers splattering the entire space.

The few robust enough to reach Lind were split in half by his axe, their bodies instantly rotting and collapsing.

They were like wheat harvested swiftly, blown away by a strong wind.

Corpses were everywhere, with Lind finding it hard to spot any human-like parts among the flesh pieces. Their "evolution" had gone to an extreme.

All of this was surely related to Magic, though Lind had not detected any Magic Elements.

Of course, if flesh also counted as a Magic Element.

A resource that could be sourced locally, abundant, yet precious.

The ruthless axe was thrown by Lind, targeting a huge flesh cocoon ahead.

There were numerous giant flesh cocoons.

They pulsed and wriggled like beating hearts, the axe precisely cleaving a cocoon, creating a large gash, something slipping out from inside.

A flesh giant, its body connected by various tubes.

Weakly collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Now Lind understood, this was a flesh nest, or it could be called a production factory for flesh magic elements.

The axe flew back, landing precisely in Lind’s hand, the handle covered in flesh, the pattern on the dwarf battle axe soaked in blood, crimson and glaring.