The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 254 - 254 219 Praise My Name

254: Chapter 219 Praise My Na 254: Chapter 219 Praise My Na The flying dragon, tearing at the fiery tumor on its neck, opened its mouth, and a blast of fla erupted from within, quickly spreading out soon after it left the ferocious, massive maw.

The surging flas, as if suddenly wrenched open, quickly enveloped the view of everyone nearby.

Beyond the blaze, there was nothing else to be seen.

Yet, the flas that spewed from that draconic mouth seed to have a will of their own, deliberately avoiding the soldiers of Star Dragon City and swiftly bearing down upon those of the Snake People Outpost.

Arrows could no longer be fired, and the silhouettes exuding poison fog struggled and leapt within the swiftly climbing wall of fire, ending up as nothing but ash!

The sky was no longer pitch black, having been thoroughly illuminated by the orange-yellow flas.

Lind stood, both hands resting on his broken sword, looking at the ten engulfed by flas, his pupils reflecting the fully fla-consud Snake People Outpost.

It was unclear whether it was the flying dragon’s breath or the rage ignited in his eyes that flared up.

The tide of battle reversed in such an abrupt manner.

If they had spread out, if they had engaged using the flexibility of the Great Knights, if they hadn’t amassed together…

but they did gather to conduct their siege.

The dragon’s fire breath was impartial, impartially turning every solider of the Snake People Outpost into char, and just as fairly leaving none a chance for last words.

Ten managed to rush out of the flas, sowhat beyond Lind’s expectation, but only seven erged, with Alt Fla Wing at the forefront.

The Fla Wings unfurled on his back seed to explain to Lind how he had survived.

The eruption of Fla Wings contorted his expression in pain, the use of his ability entirely different from what he had envisioned.

The seven survivors, unbothered by horror, fiercely launched an attack on Lind, seeking to capture the king first in the hope of making Lind stop the flying dragon.

Seven fully unleashed boss-level Upper Rank Grand Knights hysterically scread.

Their armor shattered.

“My lord!” Riff and the others tried to rush forward to shield Lind.

But they were never a match for Lind to begin with, and now severely injured, they couldn’t keep up with Lind’s speed.

Lind, stepping forward willingly, didn’t seem the least besieged by the seven, but instead as if he couldn’t wait for their pathetic resistance.

One man facing seven desperate others, full of spirit!

With his movents, he seed to say to the seven: Bring it on!

The still fla-spewing flying dragon switched its target to Lind, the flas burrowing into Lind’s body, flowing into his bloodstream.

His subcutaneous veins lit up with the orange-yellow glow.

“Boom!—”

Lind’s fist smashed down on the face of Alt Fla Wing, who had reached the front.

His punch released a force far beyond Fla Wing’s expectations, the shattering teeth and the dizzying blow to the forehead completely bewildering him.

In that mont blanketed by flas, Lind seed to transform entirely.

Scalding hot, too much so even for Fla Wing, who also wielded the power of fire, searing his skin with pain.

Tumbling through the air, unable to even find footing, he ultimately crashed heavily to the ground.

“Puh” Fla Wing spat blood.

Three of the remaining six stepped forward to face Lind, but one had his arm seized by Lind, another was kicked in the stomach, and the last was floored with a headbutt.

The most primitive combat skills, wildly charging, unstoppable by anyone.

The spectacle before them was like a lion fighting a nest of venomous snakes.

The Sons were driven back by Lind’s fierce onslaught, retreating continuously, beaten back by the terrifying ferocity even when they didn’t wish to fall back.

His consecutive right hooks, as if carrying a special rhythm, swung again and again, not fast but inescapable, hitting their mark with each cycle.

The pain from the flas gnawing at his body spread relentlessly.

Clamping down on his teeth, he pressed forward, single-handedly turning the so-called Sons of Ronan powerless to resist.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Snake People Outpost or those of Star Dragon City, everyone would etch this scene into mory, the sight of a flying dragon descending from the sky and reversing the battle with its fearso flas that all thought impossible to change.

And rember the figure who clinched the victory single-handedly, his body enveloped in flas.

The reassuring Golden Lion.

Just like every ti before, but Riff and the others were unwilling to dodge again, they wanted to fight side by side.

No matter how high-pitched the voices sing of the blood-soaked battle, no matter how it’s recorded in anthologies, all that remains are the glories.

Praise his bravery and awe his resilience and strength.

Later generations could never comprehend how pungent the blood was on the battlefield, nor how scorching the flas.

People will extol him and take him as a role model, but apart from those present, no one else could understand the fury and helplessness within his heart at this mont.

Ten children, all lying on the ground.

Lind was panting, but he was in good spirits because the flas were incessant, so his strength could flow endlessly.

“Lind!” Lance followed the battle tradition of the Second Legion, using a hero’s na to vent and to prove that they won this battle.

“Lind!”

Those still alive could raise their arms and shout.

…

The Flying Dragon had stopped spewing, the flas showed no rcy, and the entire Snake People Outpost had been completely consud by fire, with wildfires spreading fiercely and black smoke billowing into the sky.

Lind stood in front of Alt Fla Wing, Broken Sword pointed at his head, a claw reaching out from the sword gently caressing his cheek, like a lover.

“You have a dragon.”

No one would mistake it, even if they had never seen it with their own eyes, for they had entered the Sun Church and seen the Knights of the Apocalypse on the facade.

“There’s been a misunderstanding,” Lind said.

Now soone might listen obediently.

Yes, a misunderstanding.

If Lind had a dragon, why would he risk his life?

He believed this might be a misunderstanding.

As long as Flying Dragons appeared, the ten children were powerless to resist, nor could they stop Lind, who could have ridden the dragon over the Snake People Outpost straight to Snake Catcher Fortress.

Should he question the other party then?

If you have a dragon, why didn’t you bring it over directly, so we would be frightened… No, he himself wouldn’t be frightened, he would resist even more fiercely, for the son of Ronan had never feared a formidable enemy.

With a sowhat hoarse voice, Alt asked, “How would you treat Lord Ronan?”

Both sides had suffered death and injury.

The cause was no longer important, it had evolved into a blood feud.

“I would give him the chance to surrender to ,” Lind said, “If he refuses, you’ll see him very soon, I promise!”

Alt tugged at the corner of his mouth, his throat unable to make a sound.

This was a misunderstanding, but when they were ready to rcilessly strike down and kill Lind’s people, the resolution of the misunderstanding lost its aning.

But Alt could do nothing.

He lay on the ground looking up at Lind, the flas, although not harming Lind and even healing his body, had not spared his clothes, leaving only a pair of trousers of so unknown material.

His body, chiseled as if by axe and blade, his broad chest, every strand of muscle containing power enough to crush the ten children.

And the complex patterns on his chest that flickered with his breathing.

“Could you erect a grave marker for us?” Alt asked, “A request… from a son of Ronan, of noble status.”

Lind raised the Broken Sword and brought it down fiercely.

As blood spattered, and with it the last life of the Snake People Outpost vanished, he said, “Yes.”