The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 312 - 312 266 This CG is Awesome

312: Chapter 266 This CG is Aweso 312: Chapter 266 This CG is Aweso The snake wound, opening and closing like breathing, was already dangling an arm, clutching the Gale Sword.

Then another arm reached out.

Sharp Blood Claws clung to the edge of the snakeskin, an eerie and nauseating blood-colored viscous liquid dripping down those pointed elongated claws.

Its claws forcefully grasped the edge of the wound, seeming to want to completely rip open Baron Ronan’s body and break out.

The ugly, struggling blood face did indeed worm its way out from the neck, extending its entire upper body, crooked and skin-and-bones, while the lower half remained within the serpent’s body.

The sense of strangeness made it difficult for Lind to determine whether it was a new life erging from the “Ronan” snake’s skin or cocoon, or if it was parasitic inside Ronan, hence its lower half continued to be connected to Ronan.

The decay of Ronan’s body hastened, his neck twisted to allow the blood-red humanoid monster birthed from his neck to be a bit more comfortable.

To Lind, this looked as though a delicate blood-red humanoid branch had grown from Ronan’s neck, and this branch now had complete control.

Baron Ronan’s condition now looked very bad, blood spurting nonstop from the wound in his neck, the blood splattering like rainwater equated in the eyes of the Undead who saw their blood ter numbers rapidly decreasing.

The powerful Curse continued to take effect.

No matter what the other side intended to do, “difficult childbirth” signified the opponent’s certain demise.

“Lind,” the voice still ca from Ronan’s mouth, the serpent body writhing, attempting to move closer to Lind but held within the range of Snake Catcher Fortress by so force, thus could only communicate with Lind across the wall.

His voice was hoarse, and this ti Lind was certain he was conversing with Baron Ronan himself because the voice reminded him of past noble feasts, the tone Ronan used then.

But Lind did not respond, suspecting this could be so sinister trick from an Abyssal creature.

There was no need to indulge it with any answer.

“Do you want to join?” Ronan continued, “A greater power, I can give it to you!”

Lind still watched him coldly.

“Noble Blood is filled with greatness, but without the support of mighty power, it’s just a bloated, useless flesh shell.

Worship the Cunning King, and you can obtain that power, and then beco like , or even more powerful than I am!”

Lind still gave no response, though his understanding of “Noble Blood” deepened sowhat.

If he were to simply apply an analogy from the ga, they were like the “Thunder Wolf Dragon,” “Silver Horsen,” “Armored Spider Crab”—the commonality being that they would drop materials from their bodies.

Lind, holding the Broken Sword in his right hand, charged at the Cunning King.

He had long since transford from the cumberso Knight, ill-suited for fast-paced battles, into a warrior wielding the formidable force of a stormy onslaught and leaping into the air to cleave downward, with the Carrion Queen following in pursuit.

The Cunning King raised a hand to block, his Gale Sword intercepting Lind, a hard parry successfully stopping Lind in mid-air.

A crafty glint flickered in the blood-red eyes as Lind, leaping into the air, was completely courting death.

It retaliated even faster.

Gale-like sword speed deftly avoided the Broken Sword, thrusting toward Lind’s body.

Unable to brace against anything in mid-air, Lind appeared destined to be hit, the sword, mixed with various debris and storms, stabbing precisely towards Lind’s throat, its unmatched speed surpassing the visual limit of ordinary people.

Flas suddenly burst forth from behind Lind, but this ti the blaze was extraordinary, not propelling him to dodge, but turning into huge, spread wings.

Splendid fiery wings extended, lifting Lind’s form to deftly avoid the Cunning King’s thrust, the tricky blade following his throat but always missing by a hair’s breadth, unattainable.

The opponent clearly did not expect Lind to possess this power.

“Well done, Lind!

You’ve chosen the right path,” Baron Ronan’s laughter ca through.

This was power from the pathway of Snake Catchers, or rather, that of the Deceiver right before him.

How could it not be thrilled that a noble had seized its power, becoming one of its Believers!

To possess the power of one’s own pathway was to walk the correct path.

The two continued to tangle, proving to be evenly matched.

An assault as fierce as the wind.

Swordsmanship known as Blacksword.

And the power to control storms.

Whether it was Lind launching an attack or the crimson beast counterattacking, both sides managed to successfully parry and block.

However, it wasn’t that their sword moves were so exquisite; they were just too strong, too fast, and their offensive too fierce.

In the back and forth, the land of Snake Catcher Fortress was plowed over and over again.

Being connected to Baron Ronan’s corpulent and massive body did not slow down the Deceiver.

It was extrely agile, especially when it unfurled Fla Wings almost identical to Lind’s.

There was no difference between the two sides, whether in terms of technique or otherwise.

The Carrion Queen repeatedly lunged at the great serpent, tearing at the Baron’s snake body, trying to take so pressure off Lind in this way.

The Undead witnessed an unprecedented battle.

They had seen Lind fight alongside them nurous tis and had seen how Lind always took the stance of a barely standing weakling, helping the Undead resist one formidable enemy after another.

It seed only natural that the mayor of Newbie Village should be weak, as only then would there be a need for the Undead to make their appearance.

It was because Lind was always able to keep up with the update speed and beco stronger that he earned the nickna “Son of the System.” Looking at it now, they realized that within a day’s ti, The Officials had once again outdone themselves by making Lind even stronger.

In the past, Lind still had to withstand bosses with the Undead, but now, he could solo them.

Then what do you need us, the Undead, for?

It would be better to let him save the world all by himself.

“This CG, it’s freaking aweso!” shouted an Undead.

On the distant ruins, the giant serpent collided with the much smaller but ferocious Carrion Queen.

anwhile, Lind’s Fla Wings set ablaze the sky concurrently with the Deceiver’s.

No matter what kind of power the enemy used, Lind would be able to conjure sothing similar.

He had mastered all the powers that Snake Catcher had to offer, without having to divide them into ten parts like the Disciples, with each person pitifully mastering only one.

Even in the eyes of ordinary people, being able to master one of these powers was already very strong.

Lind dodged the Swift Sword thrust at his chest, and his Fla Wings suddenly transford, contracting and carrying him toward Baron Ronan.

The sudden change in his attack target caught the opponent off guard, and the Greatsword, ablaze with wild flas, had already pierced through Baron Ronan’s body scales; the sizzling sound of roasting flesh and the stench of rotten blood spilled out.

No matter how this crimson monster ca to be here, it was growing like branches from the Baron’s snake body, drawing nutrients from it.

To uproot it completely and cut off its source of nourishnt was always the preferred strategy when facing an enemy.

The opposition thought of this too, and their assaults grew more violent, with Frost and storms striking forth.

The ruins, which were nearly set ablaze under the heat of both Fla Wings and Lind’s flas, suddenly cooled down.

However, the even stronger flas erupting from Lind’s body harshly dissipated the frost.

Flas were his forte, and even though he also possessed the Snake Catcher’s power of Frost, using this power felt very awkward.

Lind took to the sky again, widening the distance from his enemy.

The blood-red figure twisted its body, struggling to move forward from the neck, its Fla Wings pulling its body upwards, and Baron Ronan’s body was slowly lifted from the ground.

It was an absurd sight, resembling a moth that had landed on a human’s neck, trying to use its wings to lift the person into the air.

It took the high ground, perhaps thinking that only from such a height could it converse with Lind from above and co out on top.

In Lind’s eyes, the creature coveted his flesh, eager to break free from Ronan’s neck and latch onto him.

He disliked being pierced by anything.