The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 211 - 211 190 Archbishop Kachan's Choir 10K4

211: Chapter 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)_4 211: Chapter 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)_4 Just because he picked up a two-handed sword?

“A bunch of maniacs!” Do grinned, feeling not too bad about this.

With the undead resurrecting en masse, the tide of corpses was finally cleared.

The road ahead was strewn with bodies.

But the thunder had disappeared, the rain had lessened, and it was hard to see anything in the oppressive darkness ahead.

“Illumination Spell!” Do raised the two-handed sword high.

The sudden burst of light made Do look like he had truly beco a white-robed Sword Saint, bravely leading the undead charge toward the choir.

Then, the curse from the choir swept over them.

Do’s heart trembled.

No, surrendering was the better option.

The ‘book thief’ like him had no concept of losing face; it was all about saving his own skin.

If he didn’t fight fiercely at the crucial mont, would the Lord bla him if they actually survived?

With various thoughts swirling in his head, Do unknowingly ran to the front of Lance and Serene and, to their astonished gazes, raised his two-handed sword and brought it down heavily on one of the choir mbers.

“Do?” Serene’s voice ca in disbelief.

What, aren’t you a wizard?

Why are you charging in with a two-handed sword!

We knights are all thinking about how to rescue Lord, charging in headlong like this—aren’t you being a bit too hasty?

To rescue, not to die!

Do himself was baffled; he only wanted to shout along with the group, to hack a slash or two just for show, with participation being the main thing.

Why had he suddenly beco the main attacker?

The two-handed sword didn’t cause much damage; even as a high-ranking wizard, Do’s strength wasn’t that great.

But Do, having used the Illumination Spell, was like a human lighthouse, successfully helping everyone present by illuminating the position of the choir, revealing the sinister robed chanters surrounding Lord.

…

Lind’s body convulsed; the curse was rapidly draining his life.

If any enemy undead looked at Lind, they could definitely see his health bar depleting fast, but flas were quickly burning inside his body, mixed with blood, seeping into his heart, swiftly restoring his health.

It was agonizing, but it slightly slowed the Death Curse.

Perhaps he had another ten or so seconds before the curse would claim him?

Lind had gone completely deaf, probably from the curse when the Death Curse struck him.

The sudden Illumination Spell that burst into view startled Lind, and even more surprising was that Do was the one charging forward.

But it wasn’t helpful.

Even if Do had thrown a Fireball, it would have had a better effect than this.

Lind’s gaze swiftly searched among the mbers of the choir.

The twins allowed him to multitask, and indeed he was controlling power to circulate and burn within his body for healing, while being fully engrossed in his search.

Black robes, black robes, still black robes; other than their faces, there was no difference.

Unable to hear his own heartbeat, Lind was fully imrsed in a silent world.

He lifted the [Banshee’s Horn] and suddenly looked at a middle-aged man chanting within the choir.

The vengeful curse of the [Banshee’s Horn], in a flash, drained much of the targeted man’s strength, visibly changing his condition and weakening his presence significantly.

Lind also noticed that the curse on him had also lessened a bit; without Absolute Control, Lind wouldn’t have noticed this slight impact and change.

Which one was Mierben?

He only had about twenty chances left, while the enemy numbered over a hundred.

It was dood to fail no matter how he guessed.

He turned his head and saw Lance and the others shouting sothing at him; even Do, carrying the two-handed sword, was yelling.

“We’ve co for you!”

That was probably the idea, right?

Ah, yes, I have more than just twenty chances.

Dozens of Great Knights from Star Dragon City, and several hundred undead who had risen and burst forth.

Now my side has the larger numbers.

Lind felt a surge of blood in him.

He had always seen the people of his territory as tools, as personal property.

In his eyes, for instance, Mico and other poster girls could make various Magic Potions and weren’t suitable for combat.

Do, excellent in research, not suitable for combat.

Serene, besides Lind, the only Upper Rank Soul-lost Knight, able to ta Calamities en masse to help manage the mount system that Lind had created for Star Dragon City, not suitable for battle.

Milan, besides Lind, the only other Upper Rank Rune ssenger, capable of crafting various equipnt, also not suitable for combat.

Lance, as an Archer, Lind often had hoped he would protect the city walls, to safeguard the private assets within Star Dragon City, thus entrusting him with the significant rear area and also not wanting him to fight.

As for the Four-Handed Bard far in the rear, Lind never even considered having him join the battle.

In such circumstances, Lind almost subconsciously took part in every battle himself, because he saw every single person, every NPC, as his own property.

If they were carelessly lost in combat, that would be a substantial loss.

But at this mont, Lind suddenly let go.

With just one person, he could not survive to the end.

He shouted a battle cry that he himself couldn’t hear: “Fight for !”

The [Banshee’s Horn] was blown rapidly, cursing one choir mber after another.

Compared to two curses, the power of the Banshee’s Horn was clearly the stronger.

Forcing a curse, suppressing the power of the targets, one by one they lost their abilities as the curse on Lind rapidly lessened.