The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 887 - 607: Eternal Secret Technique_2

Chapter 887: Chapter 607: Eternal Secret Technique_2

When his wrist lowered, blood dripped along the axe blade, as if it were boiling, emitting smoke.

Lint’s gaze followed the direction of the tubes, tracing them upward to their source.

This space was vast, worth taking a thorough look around, and he discovered that there was not only ground space here but also an underground space.

Spiraling downwards.

Intense sounds of struggle began to emerge from behind, the flesh cocoons crazily pulsating. An arm burst out from one of the flesh cocoons as the flesh giant brutally tore open the cocoon, ripping the blood tubes off its body, and charged at Lint.

With a light flick of his wrist, he shook off the fresh blood from the axe and threw it. The massive axe, as light as a branch, spun through the air and effortlessly severed the neck of the flesh giant, then continued its unstoppable charge towards the group of flesh cocoons, cutting through all the writhing and struggling forms.

In one circular motion, the axe returned to its wielder’s hand.

Rather than waiting for the flesh giants to come out, directly cutting the tubes was much simpler.

Since the opponent was wary of him going further down, there must be something hidden below. Lint quickened his pace, driving away the writhing flesh lumps with fire, sweeping them all away.

Finally, he reached the lowest level, an open space as large as a castle, where a brain, entirely entangled in flesh, hung above.

Countless tubes, like dense strands of hair, were embedded in the exposed brain.

Selena, hidden within the Banshee’s Horn, reappeared.

"Flesh Magic," she said, "a crazy form of eternal life."

"I’ve never heard anyone mention it."

"Because it doesn’t belong to this world."

Lint observed the gigantic brain and asked, "What’s inside?"

"Consciousness, having discarded the soul and body, only transferring one’s consciousness into this brain."

"So that’s the kind of immortality," Lint said, indicating he understood.

Consciousness eternally preserved, and when a new body is needed, just switch to another.

No wonder there were so many twisted flesh creatures.

Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if his arrival had ended a catastrophic future version of a game.

The sweeping flesh magic would have definitely been a disaster.

Now, they were being strangled on this island, including the tentacles that had already reached the Eastern Continent and controlled the Red Furnace Castle; Lint had chopped off all their claws, forcing them to retreat.

If that’s the case, whether that thing is "Gong" is really hard to say; it might just be wearing his flesh.

"But you’re in a bad situation," Selena said, "an undead dragon has its eyes on you."

"Is this a special ability of ghosts?" Lint asked.

"No, I saw it."

"Roar!!"

Three undead dragons, supporting their broken bodies, slowly crawled out.

"They aren’t being controlled, right?"

"Go ask Za Za."

The undead dragons weren’t very large, far smaller than the King of Black Phosphorus, even slightly smaller than the Sin Dragon, but outside, they were still mighty colossal beings that made people look up.

What’s worse was that there were three of them.

Lint enlarged his own size to the maximum.

Their size wasn’t much different, and Lint was even slightly taller than their shoulder height, so he wouldn’t be facing them in a diminished form.

Seizing the initiative, he leaned forward and charged at the head of an undead dragon, lightly sweeping the hammer upwards.

A heavy smash to the chin, the undead dragon’s head jerked upwards uncontrollably, its body swaying.

At the same time, Lint turned and threw the axe, hitting the furthest dragon while opening his arms to grasp another dragon’s neck. Using his body weight and brute strength, he forcefully pressed it to the ground.

Clumps of dust rose up.

Lint adjusted his body, quickly punching, thanks to his perfect strength control, even in awkward positions, he could still use all his power to strike.

The other two dragons pounced over, biting Lint’s shoulders and thighs.

Lint raised his right hand, the axe flew back, and he hacked down on the dragon’s nape in front of him, the hammer pounding on the axe head, one strike after another. The axe blade slowly cut deeper.

The dragon’s neck, far harder than steel, was split in two by the axe, with no flesh or scales to protect it, its defensive power was slightly weaker.

The huge force yanked him backward, but it pulled him out of the jaws of the two dragons.

"The head cut off can still reattach,"

Lint saw the dragon he had beheaded reconnecting its head.

Endless.

As he spoke, his legs quickly healed.

He grabbed the Banshee’s Horn and blew it.

"Too high magic resistance."

The Banshee’s Horn had no effect at all.

The three dragons opened their jaws to bite.

Lint held the axe in front of him, hearing the sound of dragon teeth biting the axe, feeling the dead breath from their nostrils. His earlier advantage in strength became useless.

He was pushed back, crashing into the sticky flesh behind him.

"I have to change my style."

Lint had mastered many combat styles, but his enemies’ strength was usually similar, so he gradually abandoned flashy or complicated moves, opting for power and flames, with strong recovery and an undying body.

These were enough to solve 99% of his problems.

He resisted the dragons’ bites, repeatedly smashing his right fist, the dragon head he held stiffened, making it a good sign to forcefully tear off its head.

Then, he kept accumulating and accumulating, ultimately bursting it out!

The Killing Book accumulated, and released.

"Boom!!!"

...

"Boom!!!"

On the ground, Mina and others worriedly looked towards the distant mountain. Not long after Lint entered, there were several eruptions of flesh and blood magma.

The beach, entirely soaked in blood, was strewn with various body parts, and they couldn’t imagine the horrors Lint was facing inside.

Rhythmic and rapid tremors came from their feet, continuous and unending. The ground cracked, as if the abyss was encroaching.

The sea behind them also grew restless, violently smashing waves and greedily sweeping flesh remnants into the sea.

Finally, they heard the roar of dragons and saw Lint and the three undead dragons crashing through the ground.

Scorching flames and hot winds swept across their faces like a freshly sharpened grindstone, sharp and painful.

This might be a scene they would never forget in their lives. Lint, battling three undead dragons alone, even managing a stalemate.

Lint’s skin was flushed, fully extending his power, his upper body armor completely gone. A large cluster of dozens of crests on his chest pulsed together.

Golden hair flying, blood vessels formed golden patterns on his skin as magic power surged.

Explosive punches radiated from Lint’s fists, tearing the air with a bang, as bright as a sun suddenly lit up, smashing the undead dragons’ heads, and shooting a pillar of fire that turned the sky’s clouds red.

Gasping for breath, fire and flame entered his mouth, enhancing his strength, completing an energy cycle with his body.

The sea wind seized the opportunity to help, expanding the flames around Lint, making him look like a meteor trailing a tail or a scorching banner.

Three undead dragon heads shattered.

Bodies temporarily paralyzed.

Lint seized the moment, throwing his body onto the Sea God.

Having successfully slain the dragons, Lint’s skin was red, eyes flashing with a fierce light. He made great efforts to calm his anger, his gaze fixed on the giant brain.

"I unilaterally declare this portion of the game content removed from the undead’s experience."

Even in death, there was no wail, perhaps a final mercy from this bizarre flesh magic.