The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 332 - 332 286 Bionic Bugs

332: Chapter 286: Bionic Bugs 332: Chapter 286: Bionic Bugs “Red Spirit” charged at Lind, head down.

A Great Knight, whose attack style leaned towards a certain agility type, similar to the path of a Snake Catcher but more agile and less vicious, lacking the ability to kill with one strike.

It was Lind’s first fight with “Red Spirit,” filled with a slight curiosity, yet he showed no rcy when he struck.

Lind’s right hand whipped out like a lash, his fingers snaked around the incoming longsword, easily dodging the cleaving sword while his right hand precisely “bit” into the opponent’s neck.

The ferocious montum of “Red Spirit” as it charged dissolved instantly when Lind lifted it by the neck.

As it was lifted, its feet still instinctively kicked forward, unaware that it was already subdued, still attacking out of instinct.

Lind’s left hand shot out, pinching the curved knife in “Red Spirit’s” hand just as it was raised.

At least level 20, the gap between a Great Knight and a Hero Knight was so vast it was like they were two different species, which explained why Lind had always ignored the series of events happening in Newbie Village and Fox Hole.

We, as monsters above level 31, would never stoop to lurking in a level 10 Newbie Village where even class transfers haven’t occurred—the returns simply do not justify the effort.

The real challenge worthy of Lind’s conquest was Goliath.

His fingers pinched the blade as if they were iron pincers, “Red Spirit” struggled ceaselessly, but the knife stayed obediently between Lind’s fingers, unmoving.

Lind gave a tug and found the knife was directly fused to “Red Spirit’s” palm, as if bound by countless threads.

He increased his strength and yanked, actually tearing off “Red Spirit’s” entire arm.

The knife and the arm were extensions of the opponent’s body tissue—a transford appendage.

A flood of red blood splattered as the arm and knife, once dropped by Lind, rapidly coalesced into a quivering gel-like mass on the ground.

But it did not die, like a beheaded snake, it continued to struggle.

With a slight exertion of force in his palm, Lind easily crushed the “Red Spirit’s” severed arm in his hand.

The quivering gel-like mass on the ground also lost its shaking force in the next instant, quickly flattening into a pool of red blood.

The corpse of “Red Spirit” was the sa, after death the body quickly dissipated, leaving behind only a bloodstain.

In his stealth stance, Lind moved almost unhindered through the village, neither the villagers crazed with the Bloodlust plague nor the roaming “Red Spirits” could detect him.

Even when Lind lightly tapped a villager’s shoulder as he passed, the villager would startle and turn quickly only to find nothing and would obediently continue to daze.

The disparity in power was too vast, even if he remained behind these people, he was like air, undetectable.

The labyrinthine architectural style of Fox Hole was entirely unable to confine Lind.

His speed climbing walls was no slower than running on the ground, effortlessly scaling new heights using his hands and feet.

Crouching at the top of the bell tower, he overwatched the area, with the entire region of the Fox Hole village under his gaze.

Occasionally, he could see a few areas where villagers beca excessively zealous, indicating that either the Undead or other sowhat “cooler” villagers had gone out, provoking dissatisfaction among them.

The architectural style of Fox Hole was very complex, only from the highest point could one discern the direction of exit, but it was hard to ensure that each path was always accessible, even in such cases, Lind himself could not guarantee he wouldn’t get lost.

The multi-tiered architectural style made the village look like a maze not only from a plan view but also in a vertical sense made it easy to lose one’s way.

Many tis, even though walking on the sa street and always moving forward, one might unknowingly move from the first to the second layer, then continue walking and find oneself on the fourth layer.

The direction forward was correct, but the vertical position completely changed.

This is why entering Fox Hole can cause one to lose direction and ultimately get lost.

Lind tried to find the hidden secrets of Fox Hole, curious about what kind of fox might be hidden in the so-called Fox Hole.

The vineyard was a key location, unlike the first images and videos posted to the forum by the Undead, everywhere here the grapevines were torn, the ground wet and emitting an annoyingly sweet sll with red grape juice covering every inch of the land.

Squirming white bugs struggled on the ground, occasionally jumping around.

If soone who feared bugs saw these white creatures, they would surely get goosebumps.

Appearing suddenly in the vineyard, Lind quickly beca the target of the fat bugs’ attack.

They sward over like cheering, trying to use their mandibles to co closer to Lind for a zero-distance encounter.

Lind raised his hand.

Without any prayers, the wind appeared in his palm in a spiral form, rotating faster and faster until it was controlled by absolute power.

Even if other Undead followed the path of a Snake Catcher, they would never master this power.

Perhaps only Lind and the original source of this power, the Cunning King, could use it so perfectly.

The Gale absorbed the surrounding soil and conjured a chaotic longsword, with dirt spinning around the Wind Blade like a chainsaw’s chain.

With a sweep of his hand, Lind swept across, the next mont juice flew.

With another flick of his wrist, the fast-rotating blade was like a storm suddenly thrown into water, stirring a large area of air around it.