The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 267 - 267 228 Dark Night Orchard2

267: Chapter 228 Dark Night Orchard_2 267: Chapter 228 Dark Night Orchard_2 The Scavenger also lunged forward, tensing the iron chain that restrained it.

Doris watched the scene quietly, certain that even her grandmother had never witnessed such a sight.

It gave her an absurd feeling, as if she had beco the “evil” side.

Those who command the great forces of Calamity are usually cast as the villains in stories, while the weaker side is typically the “protagonist.”

The charge began, hooves crushing the rocky chaos of the valley; the undulating slopes could not hinder the warhorses’ advance.

She could only hear a thunderous rumble in her ears.

Doris soon saw only the glowing golden brilliance; they illuminated the black vine-covered shadows like true Sun Knights.

The air temperature beca scorching, the vines curled from the intense heat.

Lind did not act imdiately, seemingly prepared to honor his promise to protect Doris.

Doris also believed he was absolutely not afraid.

“Are you scared?” she asked Lind, unable to help herself.

He had slung the Broken Sword over his shoulder, the pressure of it against his armor emanating a sense of oppression.

“Do you want to tell the truth?” Lind asked.

“I hope you can tell the truth.” But she feared that Lind might blurt out the word “scared,” unsure of the repercussions of hearing their Lord admit to fear on a battlefield already in full charge.

She was certain she’d be panicked, at least.

“No!”

Lind said, “If it’s just charging forward, there’s nothing to fear; there is no enemy in this world that cannot be defeated.”

“Do you an you can also be defeated?”

“Haha, I am often defeated,” Lind said, “I didn’t beco a Lord by being an undefeated War God.”

“Then by what ans?”

“Because I am not afraid of defeat.”

The conversation seed to hit a deadlock, and Doris did not enjoy this sort of atmosphere.

“Is there nothing that scares you?” She didn’t know how it happened, but the topic of conversation had suddenly shifted from the battle to what might scare Lind.

“I will kill whatever scares .”

“And those you can’t kill?”

“Then I’ll make them fear .”

Lind’s figure charged out, like a falcon, a lion, his Catastrophe Warhorse moving with such speed that it seed to have been launched outright.

The Great Knights at the forefront had completely torn through the walls of the Dark Night Orchard.

The currents of air from their charge brought a storm that utterly shredded the dark atmosphere of the orchard.

Nothing erged, and the Dark Night Orchard seed completely unguarded.

The Great Knight smashed through the manor’s gate, crushing heavily into the interior of the great hall.

All at once, surging black flas erupted, and alongside them, the Great Knight who had charged in was thrown back out, landing heavily on the ground, weapon released from his grip.

The chest plate of his armor was torn by the black fla’s blade, the wound burning with pitch-dark Flas.

The air carried an irritating scent of Flas.

Peel and Pim imdiately charged in after, the black fla igniting, continuously flipping people out of the manor.

That gate seed to beco an insurmountable chasm; anyone attempting to cross was overturned by the black fla.

Nearing the great hall of the manor, Lind leapt from the saddle, unfurling his Fla Wing behind him.

He freely manipulated his abilities, including gliding with the Fla Wing.

His feet struck into the center of the great hall.

An abhorrent aura assaulted him head-on.

Imdiately thereafter, pitch-dark flas.

The mont his body was entwined with flas, Lind’s body furiously resisted.

Pain!

The black fla burned at his spirit, but fortunately, Lind’s spirit and will were strong enough.

He had endured too many agonies; he could withstand even flas coursing through his veins.

He could withstand these pains just the sa.

Then the lting Furnace Crest began to absorb the flas; they could not harm Lind.

It was just that the black fla was not rely flas; there was also a curse.

So, the Serpent Ring Emblem also actively flickered to life, leaving Lind unhard.

Instead, his body grew stronger under the influence of the curse.

The black fla engulfed Lind, leaving only a soul-deep stench and disgust, as well as so damage to his spirit.

The black flas obscuring his vision quickly vanished.

Lind looked ahead at two dark figures.

He rembered the Rand Kingdom did not have black people, or was it that a new race like the Green Skins had been born?

They emitted a stench like rotting sewage in the sumr, mumbling to each other in strange, twisted tones.

If these were the Black Fire brothers, Lind could be certain he had found the right ones.

Their aura wasn’t very strong, they were rely Upper Rank Grand Knights at best.

And their only thod of attack was the black fla.

The Black Fire brothers raised their hands once more.

Flas erupted.

“Clore’s Explosive Fla.”

Lind was all too familiar with it; it was this black Explosive Fla that had blasted the Great Knights out monts before.

But Lind had no fear; he was indifferent to the black fla’s curse and didn’t even bother to dodge, striding forward.

The Black Fire brothers clearly hadn’t expected this; their offensive ans fizzled out upon encountering Lind—from their perspective, all the more pitiful since they had no idea who was assaulting Dark Night Orchard.

The Black Fire brothers exchanged a look and suddenly turned into two swaths of black fla, scattering in different directions.

All Lind could do was pursue one of them, leaving the other to his Soldiers, who were sure to capture it.