The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 268 - 268 228 Dark Night Orchard3

268: Chapter 228 Dark Night Orchard_3 268: Chapter 228 Dark Night Orchard_3 He chased the Dark Fla up to the second floor, where the sight was enough to make anyone frown.

Skeletons, so many skeletons.

The Dark Fla Brotherhood was researching sothing and required a multitude of corpses.

Lind glanced around and imdiately noticed a corpse beside him that had beco a special cultivation vessel, with insects crawling out of the skull’s eye sockets.

The corpse, as if dissatisfied with Lind’s arrival, was wobbling in an attempt to stand up.

“The Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Fla,” Lind looked on with disgust, having his suspicions.

The corpse hadn’t been dead for too long, its chest carved open with a hole filled with soil, from which a plant sprout had broken through.

As the corpse wobbled to a seated position, the black sapling also struggled.

The lifeless muscles barely hung onto the skeleton, and as the damaged corpse moved, soil and muscle pieces trembled and fell off in clumps.

However, before the odd cultivating vessel of a corpse could launch an attack at Lind, Lind had already stepped forward to stand before it, his left hand pressing down on the corpse’s shoulder.

His large hand was like a golden vice, firmly restraining the corps from moving, while his other hand grasped the corpse’s head and yanked it forcefully, as easily as plucking a weed.

The spine offered no resistance to the head’s departure, revealing rotten flesh in front of Lind.

Lind decided to overturn his previous understanding; perhaps the bodies weren’t split open to stuff soil into their chests but were filled through their mouths into their bellies.

With the head removed, the exposed neck and esophagus were filled with rotting soil.

The esophagus was abnormally enlarged due to so external force stuffing things inside, and the substance inside the throat couldn’t be swallowed, even until death.

A multitude of insects writhed within the soil.

Clearly, the Dark Fla Brotherhood had obtained sothing from their journals or the Unclean Holy Grail of the Dark Fla.

The decapitated corpse suddenly lifted an arm, attempting to catch Lind with its arms, twitching and lacking in stickiness from disintegrating muscles.

Flas erupted, instantly blasting the corpse apart.

The high-temperature fla struggled to instantly burn the moist soil, and the corpse splattered rotting liquid and mud.

He had failed to catch the elusive Dark Fla, which slipped through his grasp as slickly as an eel.

The chaos wasn’t confined to the floor above; cries of combat and alarm erupted from outside as well.

Lind rushed to the window and peered down from the second floor.

The black vines had been shredded, but from the ground, more and more decaying corpses erged, their eyes flickering with sinister light, seemingly endless in number.

“So these are the ‘fruits’ grown in the orchard?” Peel shot two arrows, then helplessly realized the piercing wounds caused by the arrows didn’t produce a satisfying effect; the rotten corpses had no fatal weaknesses.

Decapitation didn’t work either, they could only choose to chop off the zombie’s heads and then their limbs, or else set them on fire.

The Great Knights encountered an unexpectedly besieging force; the enemy wasn’t very strong, but the relentless assault was proving to be troubleso.

The rotting sludge seed to have so kind of magical counter-effect against putting out fires.

They could fight five or even six zombies at once, but the number of zombies kept growing.

The Dark Night Orchard had planted many “fruits.”

Explosive flas, limbs crushed by ferocious blows, zombies torn apart, body parts dancing in the sky.

Yet, they didn’t show any fear; assaulting the living seed to be their instinct.

Weird fingers, lacking strength, occasionally broke through the defense and latched onto the Great Knights’ breastplates but struggled to inflict any serious harm, leaving only an ear-piercing scratch.

But if the standoff continued, the situation would only worsen.

Soon, the worst-case scenario happened.

“Cough, cough!”

A Great Knight suddenly started coughing, spewing out mud and so maggots.

The horrifying scene made everyone present shiver with dread.

It was like so terrifying infection, and all because the Great Knight had been carelessly scratched.

“Ah!” The Great Knight scread in agony.

Worms squird out from the gaps in Rand’s infantry helt, those fat wriggling bugs made one unconsciously hold their breath.

The Soldier beside him imdiately helped take off his helt, only to witness a horrifying scene, a scene seen by all.

Worms kept drilling out of the Soldier’s nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouth.

“Don’t get hurt!” Peel shouted.

“Defend, don’t get hurt!”

One absolutely must not get injured, or else they would turn into that kind of thing!

Surging flas swept through and incinerated the undying corpses one after another.

As the stronger side, once the Soldiers got serious, the tide of battle was easily turned.

They had simply misestimated the enemy’s attack pattern, mistaking it for the past undead sieges they had faced.

In the Dark Night Orchard, a putrid stench spread with each layer of collapsing undead.

The enemy’s numbers were still endless, but they had gained control of the situation.

Suddenly, an explosion sounded from afar, and a huge glow erupted upstairs—Peel was certain that was Lind.

Flas, more terrifying than the previous Dark Fla, surged out of the shattered window, so fierce they nearly enveloped the entire manor house.

…

Lind found the fleeing Dark Fla once again.

The entity had detached from the Dark Fla state, standing quietly and watching Lind, its pitch-black face squeezing out a smile as if delighted by Lind walking right into the trap.

A decrepit, rotting corpse lunged over, a gigantic rotten body of about two and a half ters tall; its previous owner must have been strong, or was a new breed of Demi-human.

Each running step created large craters in the ground.

“If we asure strength by who can stomp out the largest pit, will there be any road left afterwards?”

In his eyes, the obese rotting corpse that couldn’t control its own strength was nothing but a movable puppet.

The most fundantal for a strong person is to learn to control their power, or else wouldn’t soone at Leon’s Epic Level leave behind a small canyon just by walking?

The Broken Sword roared, and with Lind’s swift slashes, an orange-arc carved through the air, enshrouding the giant corpse, and imdiately a scorching line of burning appeared across the body’s waist.

Its upper body continued to lunge forward due to inertia, while the legs lost control and fell to the ground.

Bisected!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

He had compressed the high temperature and let it burst in that instant—the flas hadn’t burned, but the thermal cutting effect was not bad.

The brother of Dark Fla was not surprised Lind could deal with a giant corpse, but the following thuds echoed continuously, and dozens of giant corpses burst out after standing up.

Lind imdiately turned the Broken Sword around, pouring his power madly into the sword, and then, with a reverse grip, stabbed its handle into the floor.

Around him, the “Clore’s Explosive Fla” that was compressed to the extre erupted.

A wave of flas devoured the entire floor.

…

Once preparations were sufficient, the danger in killing the undead was minimized, and the Great Knights chanically slaughtered them—they had to grind the enemy’s bodies to dust.

Even leaving behind just half could give the opposition a chance to fight back.

The bodies piled up more and more, and their noses had beco used to the stench, until one corpse tilted and then, one by one, all the undead lost control and fell.

But the Great Knights dared not slacken in the slightest, as no one could guarantee there wouldn’t be more trouble following.

However, as that familiar voice ca from the burning estate, everyone almost couldn’t resist cheering.

Bodies drained of strength seed to recover completely in that mont, spirits surging like never before.

“Clean up the battlefield, burn the bodies, burn all the bodies!” That was the Lord’s voice, “And also, we won.”