The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 269 - 269 229 Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame

269: Chapter 229: Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Fla 269: Chapter 229: Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Fla In the raging flas, Lind strode out.

In his left hand, he gripped a pitch-black person as if holding a small chick, and in his right, he clutched a peculiar cup.

The cup, roughly the size of a human head, resembled a small cauldron supported by tall legs.

Rather than saying they had engaged in a slaughter with the Dark Fla brothers, it would be more accurate to say that they were faced with the “Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Fla” – a cursed weapon emanating a foul stench that seed to touch the soul.

After coming into contact with the Unclean Holy Grail, Lind ca to clearly know that it possessed its own consciousness.

The Unclean Holy Grail had used the power of the Dark Fla brothers to build this Dark Night Orchard, and the two brothers were rely enslaved Believers.

The Dark Fla brothers weren’t particularly strong, and it seed the Unclean Holy Grail had no intention of revealing its existence, or else what awaited Lind and the others would have certainly been more than the current situation, and a defeat would have been highly likely.

Lind had many guesses, the most obvious of which was the Songbai Knight Guard of Raven City; the Unclean Holy Grail feared the “Angel.”

The zombies were not difficult to deal with.

Although they had the ability to “infect”, it was not particularly deadly.

Once Lind broke the Dark Fla brothers’ control over the Grail, all the zombies lost their ability to move, and the Soldier who had continuously been vomiting bugs also stopped, allowing for a mont to catch their breath.

The zombies were too weak; once the Great Knights took control of the battle’s rhythm, even without Lind’s interference, the so-called chaotic combat was nothing more than chanical slaughter.

Lind’s armor was covered with marks of fla scorching.

The flas he released at full strength wouldn’t harm his body, but the armor material was ultimately ordinary and couldn’t withstand the high temperature.

Suddenly, a large number of zombies, which had stopped their attack, started moving again.

“The negotiation is broken!” Lind looked at the Unclean Holy Grail in his hand.

Just now, he had a conversation with the consciousness inside the Grail, which hoped that Lind would serve it, and in return, it was willing to grant him the power of a Great Knight.

It turned out that the diary of Clore, which the Dark Fla brothers had found, was led to by the guidance of the Unclean Holy Grail.

It claid to possess infinite knowledge, able to fulfill all of Lind’s desires.

But Lind expressed his refusal.

If the Unclean Holy Grail was really that powerful, Lind guessed that its first wish would probably be to kill him, or to directly make a wish to have him serve it.

You can’t even fulfill your own wishes, yet you claim you can fulfill mine.

Though it was a cursed weapon glowing with purple light, what awaited it was definitely not use but a far better place, such as being permanently sealed away.

However, as the Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Fla forcibly regained control of the zombie’s movents once again, the scene once more descended into chaos.

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Doris stood outside the broken estate wall, feather pen in hand.

After seeing one zombie after another crawl out, she sensed danger and instinctively moved back.

Thankfully, the Volcano Monster Birds were nearby.

The swarming zombies were grabbed by the Volcano Monster Birds, lifted into the sky, and then dropped from a great height, shattering upon impact.

But there were just too many zombies.

At first, the Volcano Monster Birds managed to take the initiative, but gradually they were dragged by the zombies into the horde until they finally fell silent.

Doris couldn’t focus on the distant battle; seeing one decrepit but persistent zombie after another inch towards her, she suddenly rembered Lind’s words from a few days ago.

Would she scream out loud?

High temperatures erupted in the distance, and in an instant, the estate was engulfed in flas.

Then, the crowded figures staggering before her eyes fell to the ground one by one.

She was saved!

But before she could truly relax, a corpse on the ground suddenly shook its decaying arm, propping itself up on its elbow and slowly dragging itself back to life.

Because it used too much force, half of the zombie’s arm broke off, and bugs wriggled in and out of the dragged flesh.

“Ahh—!” she could no longer resist, screaming out loud.

The zombies that had just fallen began to frantically converge on her, their outstretched limbs like the claws of demons erging from the abyss of hell.

Extre terror made Doris’s hair stand on end, and her knees weakened beyond her control.

By the ti she realized what was happening, she had already fallen to the ground.

The zombies got closer, their nurous figures filling Doris’s vision, their outstretched hands, like a swamp, engulfing her view from above.

She was slowly consud…

Doris crawled backward using hands and feet, and finding her legs powerless, she resorted to using her hands and buttocks to slowly scoot away.

The court lady’s long skirt was scraped and torn on the sharp stones, the pain on her thighs causing Doris’s eyes to redden with tears, but nothing compared to the monster’s claws that were inches away.

Would she beco one of them if caught?

At that mont, a pitch-black figure rushed over, black flas devoured the zombies before her, and the scent of death paused for an instant.

But when Doris saw who was coming, she beca overwheld with an even greater terror.

She had noticed the Dark Fla brothers earlier; now that Lind was holding one of them, the one before her must be the other.

The figure had clearly locked on Doris as its target, its pitch-black palm indiscernible, and the black flas burning between its fingers compelled Doris to scream again.

This ti, however, Doris found herself unable to produce even the slightest sound.

Suddenly, her vision was enveloped by a different color of fla.

A golden light burst forth from behind the Dark Fla brothers, and outstretched, burning wings dragged the light down upon them.

Although Doris couldn’t see clearly who was in the golden light, she saw a large hand erge, which grabbed the back of the Dark Fla brother’s head and violently smashed it into the ground.

The ground paused for a mont before exploding with a “boom,” as if belatedly blasting a hole.

Orange-yellow flas burned.

Never before had Doris felt such trust and safety in flas as she did now.

The newcor was clad in armor scorched by flas.

Although the armor’s pattern had been marred, its gold surface still shone, even becoming mirror-like where the etchings were lost to the flas, making the light that burst from him even more blinding.

The pair of fla wings on his back hadn’t disappeared, wildly thrashing about, sending the surrounding rotten corpses flying and igniting them with flas.

He was tall and muscular, appearing like a deity radiating golden light, gazing down at her.

The flas continued to burn on his body, and behind him, the Dark Night Orchard was entirely consud by a sea of fire.

Behind him lay scattered corpses, and the Great Knights dragged their weary bodies along.

Standing sparsely, yet with a presence that demanded attention from anyone.

Their shadows, trimd by the flas, combined to form a landscape painting-like scene amidst the desolate manor.

Gazing at Lind’s handso and rugged cheeks, it was in this mont that Doris truly felt the full extent of Lind’s power.

“My legs have gone weak,” she said with a sob in her voice.

The flas on Lind’s body extinguished, and he effortlessly scooped up Doris, as easily as if she were an infant, not straining at all.

It was only when Lind easily swept her into his embrace with a single arm that Doris was astonished to find the armor wasn’t hot, although it had been engulfed in flas just monts before.

Although it was her first ti being held, Doris didn’t feel any particular emotions; the thick armor prevented any real physical contact.

Now, she thought, nowhere could be safer than in the arms of Lord Lind.

“It seems you weren’t quite ready,” Lind spoke.

He was referring to the Recorder Officer.

His previous command to her had been not to scream in fright.

“I…” Doris couldn’t talk tough, as her legs were still weak.

The soldiers continued to burn the “fruits” of the Dark Night Orchard.

The Unclean Holy Grail still tried to resist, but against the Great Knights who were well-prepared, the rotten corpses had no chance to fight back.

Doris was set down on the ground, and the sudden separation left her feeling a bit panicky.

She’d never clung to an embrace like that, not from any special feelings, but for that profound sense of security.

Lind looked toward the Dark Fla brothers, now thoroughly bound by the Lost Soul Chains, triple-layered, absolutely safe and secure.

As he anchored the chains on the Dark Fla brothers into the ground, the dark duo could only kneel.

“Now let’s play a ga of racing to answer,” Lind said, “Whoever answers first and correctly will earn the chance to answer the next question.”

He enjoyed playing such gas, provided he was the one in control.

The Dark Fla brothers had no reaction until they heard Lind say, “Those who don’t answer will be punished.

It seems sothing has been breeding in the grail; are you interested in trying it?”

Inside the grail were writhing black maggots.

Lind tested one, squeezing it until it burst into black flas as it died.

He vaguely guessed the purpose of the Dark Night Orchard; nurturing fruits wasn’t the primary goal, perhaps breeding the maggots was the real aim.

A certain type of maggot that enjoyed eating the fruit, and such fruit could only be grown in the Dark Night Orchard, so it made sense that all this was done to cultivate the maggots.

Hearing that the punishnt involved eating the maggots from the grail, the two brothers imdiately nodded, indicating their willingness to help.

Lind got straight to the point, “Does anyone know the recipe for the Magic Potion of Sun’s Testant Knight?”

The brother on the left imdiately said, “I know!”

He quickly recited the formula and even included the Upper Rank recipe as a bonus.

Lind turned to the brother on the right, “We need to stick to our promise; you didn’t answer.”

He lifted the Broken Sword, ready to punish the loser.

As a Lord, he needed to keep his word.

“Wait, I know how to use the grail!” exclaid the brother on the right without delay.

Nothing mattered more than his own life.

Lind quite enjoyed their fear of death.

“Next, it’s still a race to answer.

Don’t rush; take your ti,” he continued.