The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 212 - 212 190 Archbishop Kachan's Choir 10K5

212: Chapter 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)_5 212: Chapter 190 Archbishop Kachan’s Choir (10K)_5 All opportunities had been used up, yet he had still not found Archbishop Do.

The Death Curse on Lind’s body still existed.

But did he really need to rush into this battle of certain death?

Lance, Do, Serene, and others charged towards the choir.

The Undead, having undergone a death and without the help of the Magic Potion to ascend, had limited strength to exhibit in this battle, but their bodily sacrifice to share the Curse had so effect.

The choir beca increasingly chaotic; they were the true ones enveloped by the surrounding.

Lind rejuvenated, charged at the target closest to him, struck the opponent to the ground with a head-on sword, then stepped and twisted, repelling the slowly encroaching ones behind him with a sweep of his Broken Sword.

“Do, fire!”

“What?” Do was startled, but he quickly responded.

Lind’s abilities were no secret within Star Dragon City, especially his capability to absorb strength from Flas and heal himself through them.

Every mage who mastered the power of Flas knew this, as Lind had once used Fla absorption to forcibly battle Leon during a confrontation in the City Lord’s hall with the Undead.

That battle had beco a classic story told by the dwarf Ludo.

It was a pity that they were too far from the battery Magic Circle of Star Dragon City; otherwise, sacrificing so lifespan might have given them a greater advantage.

Flas condensed in Do’s palm, this being the first ti a High-ranking Wizard cast a Fireball, larger and stronger than before.

The flas that exploded upon Lind provided him with so power.

The lting Furnace Crest greedily absorbed the Flas, sucking them all into Lind’s body.

“Serve the Furnace,” one of the abilities of a Supply Fla Knight, using Flas to replace one’s own heartbeat, to draw power from standing on fire henceforth, but also to die should the Flas fade.

After taking the Magic Potion specific to Furnace Lord, Lind had synchronized his heartbeat with the Flas and was continuously in the state of Serving the Furnace.

Because of the Flas of the Great Knight, Sun’s Testant, Lind never had to worry about his Flas extinguishing; as long as his heart beat, there would always be Flas.

Additionally, the talent from the lting Furnace Crest made him completely immune to any damage the Flas might cause.

Unlike Serene’s underlings, the Supply Fla Knights, who could synchronize their heartbeats with the Flas to draw strength but could not resist the damage caused by the Flas, often carried a furnace around which scorched their skin red.

Lind had no such problem.

With multiple enhancents, the Flas not only strengthened his power but also healed him, and when his strength was depleted, he could also use external Flas to bolster himself.

The only issue was the pain.

As the Flas burned flesh, even with absolute control power and fire immunity to prevent injury, the feeling of flas coursing through delicate blood vessels brought unbearable pain.

Do’s chanting was swift.

Fireball was his forte; even when he had forcibly boosted his powers to Epic levels using the Undead’s battery, he had still used Fireballs.

The continuous bombardnt of flas on Lind’s back shook his body.

Lind, whose flas had long been extinguished, was finally reignited.

Like a torch in the darkness, after wavering for so ti, it burst forth again.

Lind was accustod to the pain.

What he did not expect was the intensity of Do’s Flas, far hotter and more painful than his own Sun’s Testant flas, yet more effective.

The restoration and enhancent of strength were sowhat unexpected.

“I must find sothing that can light fire to carry with in the future,” Lind found himself incredibly serene at that mont, his thoughts drifting to the ruins in the waters west of the Ancient Battlefield rather than the life-or-death struggle.

The chaos ahead intensified, nearly every choir mber was entangled by one or more individuals.

Like the Undead, too weak, fragile as porcelain dolls, shattered upon a re sweep of a cursed glance, yet they provided significant assistance in sacrificing their lives to help Lind eliminate targets.

As the fierce battle progressed, finally a figure erged.

His appearance wasn’t unusual, but as all the other choir mbers’ attention was drawn away and he alone still focused on Lind, and Lind’s Death Curse effects still lingered, he could confirm that the man was indeed Archbishop Do, the Necromancer Mierben.

Rushing to fight again, Lind lacked the strength.

The Undead weren’t even worth cannon fodder, and with Lance and Do’s estimated contribution also likely insufficient.

However, he still had one desperate move left.

Suddenly the flas disappeared, turning Lind, who had been constantly erupting in high temperatures, completely cold.

“Worship the Furnace,” another ability of a Supply Fla Knight, using the extinguishing of one’s own Flas as a catalyst to deliver the Furnace’s wrath and ignite the enemy.

His health sharply dropped to [1/5500], his first heartbeat nearly imperceptible.

Sacrificing all the accumulated Flas, Lind pointed at Mierben, transforming it into a barely detectable spark.

The spark exploded at Archbishop Do’s chest.

A pillar of fire that connected the dark clouds above with the sea of corpses below drove everyone away with intense heat.

In the field of vision, save for the towering pillar of fire thick enough for two n to embrace, there existed nothing else.

Apparently, Archbishop Do’s health bar hadn’t exceeded 4999 after all.

Wizards, truly fragile.