The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 180 - 180 166 Ghost

180: Chapter 166 Ghost 180: Chapter 166 Ghost The ghostly invasion sounds from Do continued without halt; every so often, they echoed in everyone’s ears, piercing through their helts and drilling clearly into their eardrums.

The moaning and wailing of the wind carried an chilling tremor, pushing the atmosphere to an increasingly detestable degree.

Fortunately, Crying Town had already co into view.

The walls were roughly two and a half n tall, earthen walls that probably wouldn’t allow two people to walk side by side on top.

Most dieval towns were like this, desolate, sparsely populated, with walls so low they could hardly stop anything.

A simple ladder carried by two n would easily suffice to scale them.

“Charge!” Reed turned his head to the knights on the Catastrophe Warhorses and said, “With the greatest speed, if Crying Town refuses to communicate with us, then let’s storm in and kill every person who tries to resist.”

They had already beco frustrated and restless from staying in this environnt.

“Yes!” the soldiers responded in unison.

The Catastrophe Warhorses scraped the ground with their hooves when pulled by the reins, also clad in horse armor.

Although it was not feasible to mass-produce fully equipped gear for the Catastrophe Warhorses due to the overload of orders from Prey Town’s blacksmiths, crafting basic armor to protect key areas was quite straightforward, allowing for rapid production.

The horse equipnt of the undead was mostly this crude nowadays.

The warhorses galloped, the ups and downs of their gait shaking the armor on the Great Knights, with the clashing of tal emanating a resonant sound.

Unlike ordinary horses, the Catastrophe Warhorses, apart from being brutal and calamitous, had none of the weaknesses that other horses had.

They could maintain acceleration indefinitely, taking themselves and the heavy-armored knights on their backs to top speed, turning into unstoppable chariots of war.

And this thod of straight-line acceleration also granted them a striking force far more terrifying than that of a trebuchet.

Reed charged at the forefront, his steel sword extending straight forward with his arm, unshakeable in its directed aim despite the bumpy ride.

“Charge!”

They charged toward the gates of a town!

The Great Knights responded loudly as the distance closed in rapidly, the darkness torn to shreds by the “Flas of Clore’s Rage” alight on their blades.

The surging flas were stretched long by the night wind, and they seed to wield spears of fiery red, with the biting coldness lted into searing heat.

Crying Town indeed had no response.

There wasn’t even a shadow of a person to be seen on the town walls.

A direct collision, the wood gate splintered, without the slightest pause.

The charge into Crying Town was free of casualties on their side, but also free of any resistance from an enemy.

The forr Star Dragon Ridge outpost had thought conquering Prey Town was a pipe dream, even having to present Gold Badge passes to enter.

The gates of Prey Town back then, like those of Crying Town now, were not sturdy, but they certainly weren’t sothing just a few people could breach.

Now, everything had beco easy and simple.

Only, it was overly simple.

Reining in their advance, the Catastrophe Warhorses turned on the spot, appearing exceptionally well-behaved under the restraints of the Lost Soul Chains.

Reed looked over the town, as silent as if it had succumbed to death, and a faint feeling of unease washed over him.

Not a single person ca to obstruct them.

There should have been soone…

But now it was eerily quiet.

“Do,” the voice ca again, accompanied by the howling wind that sliced through the air, an incessant whisper that provoked extre irritation: “Mighty Do, great Do, all-knowing Do, you will be reduced to ashes by the flas of Do.”

Reed looked around with disgust.

He acknowledged that the other party resembled a “ghost” in so ways, especially when it ca to being annoying; not even a calamity could compare.

“Search the town!

Look for anyone still alive and breathing.”

The Great Knights nodded in response, searching through Crying Town on their Catastrophe Warhorses.

The weighty sound of hooves trod upon the small paths of Crying Town.

The scope of this little town was not broad, judging from its winding and twisted roads, it was never planned to be a town; construction seed to happen wherever whim dictated.

The architecture was such a ss that it couldn’t be compared to that of the current Star Dragon City, not even to a small place like Harbor Village.

“There’s a corpse!”

They made a new discovery—a body lying by the road, stiff from the bone-chilling cold.

The cold wind had driven away the bugs, and the corpse, though appearing to have been dead for so ti, had not begun to decompose.

However, the swollen face in death made it difficult to discern its original appearance.

It was the body of a woman.

Clearly, her death had not been a peaceful one.

“Her throat has been slit.”

It seed that no matter how strangely the enemy operated, their murder thod was still to use a knife, rather than sinister curses, or sothing like ghost possession.

Reed stared at the wound on the corpse’s neck.

The slit throat gaped like a large mouth permanently open on the neck, toothless, yet chilling to the bone.

“Do!”

The voice ca again.

“Continue the search!”

The subsequent search yielded no results; they had simply wasted more energy confirming what was already apparent—there were no living people in this seemingly deserted town.

There were only corpses abandoned for reasons unknown.

“What is that?” A soldier eyed the flickering light not far away, a pale fire that failed to illuminate its surroundings, just a solitary white fla flickering on its own.

It was then that Reed suddenly rembered, if there wasn’t a single living person here, then what were those moving lights they had seen from the entrance?

“There are no gods in this world anymore, and no ghosts either!” Reed spoke, his words not particularly eloquent.

In terms of rousing speeches, he was the polar opposite of the Lord, “But we all know that Do is just a wizard, as the Lord has said, just a wizard, like Miss Brittany, like Miss Miko.”

Wizards?

There were plenty in Star Dragon City.

A wizard-powered potion production line satisfied the potion needs of more than two hundred Undead and over a hundred Soldiers, so there was nothing mysterious about wizards.

The first thought that ca to Reed was to outright deny the existence of ghosts; it was easier to prove that this was just a ruse by the enemy than to explain it awkwardly in his own clumsy words.

But the fruitless quest had left the Great Knight troop sowhat aimless; despite easily accomplishing their mission to take over the Crying Town in Ghost Valley, they felt not a hint of the joy of completing their mission but rather an intensified unease.

“Let’s go check it out!” Reed gritted his teeth, still preparing to advance toward the light.

What was there to fear about a ghost?

Charge, charge to death!

In this world, there was no enemy that could not be vanquished with a charge.

If there was, then another charge was in order.