The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 384 - 384 326 Please Die the Right Way3

384: Chapter 326: Please Die the Right Way_3 384: Chapter 326: Please Die the Right Way_3 Her arrival brought a mont of calm to the Undead who knew only to charge forward, and it made those Undead who had lost the will to fight realize there was still work to be done.

A huge number of soldiers would die today or be directly discharged, each of them having tasted the bloodiness of war.

Marcus, dragging his battered body, ca before Lania; Thunder had pierced his shoulder, the very hand that wielded his sword, shattering his bones.

From now on, he could only choose to retire and beco an instructor, or attempt to practice swordplay with his left hand.

“This is not a place for you, Your Majesty!”

Marcus harbored a longing for the battlefield, yet he knew he could no longer advance.

“You would die for Lind,” Lania spoke as if stating a fact, but when Marcus heard it, he nodded in response, “Yes!”

Flying Dragon Alex lowered its head, the distant battlefield instilling fear in it.

Its instincts, once those of a “beast of burden,” told it not to ddle in a conflict of this scale.

Moreover, Lind had not called upon it to join the fight; it preferred to shrink back and continue being a mount.

The Undead also gathered around Lania.

The arrival of the Queen Poster Girl excited them, and so of them felt that today would be the decisive battle.

But Lind might not win, the experiences of other regions where the Undead had been slaughtered confird this.

Having co this far in the ga, it was impossible to say they were without feelings; they would hold their ground until the last mont.

“I once heard Lind say,” Lania began, “that if one finds a companion in whom to entrust one’s soul, one can conquer any adversity.”

She indicated that she, too, feared not death.

…

Another barrage.

Lind was hamred into the earth by a lightning pillar, the bombardnt unceasing, and he kept sinking further down.

Clearly, Dragon King Kote had found his “weakness.”

Thunder called forth a deluge.

The flas burning on Lind’s body were not weakened, but the inferno he could shape was rapidly being extinguished, erasing his advantage.

The Crystal Mage’s barrier blocked much in the thunderous bombardnt, but his offensive asures were too scarce.

Wen pressed on in her attack, even inflicting far more damage on Dragon King Kote than Lind had.

She could do this because Lind had drawn most of Dragon King Kote’s firepower.

The thunderous downpour in the sky twisted into a funnel, ignoring Wen’s attacks as Dragon King Kote rose upright.

It certainly wasn’t Kot Hedwin; a body that gave birth to a consciousness, it rely happened to possess Kot Hedwin’s mories.

Therefore, it would not hesitate when attacking, and even Dragon King Kote suspected that Lind in front of him was not the sa Lind from his mories, that the latter might be just like him.

Within that swirling dense cloud, lightning serpents tumbled, like the mouth of an inverted volcano on the verge of eruption, the light growing brighter.

A thick pillar of lightning would pierce heaven and earth, and in this mont, Wen took the opportunity to blind one of Dragon King Kote’s eyes.

The pesky little bee was swatted away with a slap.

Everyone thought Lind must have died, turned to char in that terrible bombardnt of thunder.

When the lightning dissipated, there remained only a deep pit that seed to lead straight to the earth’s core, with lightning snakes dancing above, but Lind’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Lind, lying at the very bottom of the pit, was not yet dead.

He opened his eyes to look above, as if lying in a dry well, and from the mouth of the well, he could see the sky.

But his situation was indeed dire; flas still clung to his body sustaining his life, and they slowly burned to aid his recovery, but the pace was too slow.

He needed a great fire.

But the rainwater was pouring in, soaking him to the bone.

“No bargaining this ti?” Lind turned his head toward the [Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Fla], knowing that the Grail always nad its price.

Yet this ti, it seed willing to help on its own.

Free help is the most expensive, but Lind didn’t have ti to think about that.

He needed a great fire.

The Dark Fla ignited the mont he clenched the Grail, spreading out into a black snake that burrowed into Lind’s nostrils.

He absorbed the Dark Fla, converting it into his own strength in a short ti.

The heart pumped, and black flas circulated within flesh and blood.

It was in this mont that he understood the Grail’s plot; the Grail had eagerly awaited this opportunity, attempting to erode his body.

But the crests on Lind’s chest lit up, devouring the will of the dark flas.

Lind grinned, black flas emanating from his body, completely lting his armor as they reassembled into a robe ford entirely out of black flas.

Indeed, the power of the dark flas far surpassed his own, and had Lind not so resisted becoming sothing like a Pope or a Bishop, he could have worked quite well with the Grail.

Injuries rapidly healed, and as the Grail realized its efforts were in vain, it tried to retract the flas it had poured into Lind, but it’s not so easy to make him spit out sothing that has entered his mouth.

Wings of pitch-black flas unfolded.

…

Again and again, Dragon King Kote pounded on Wen’s body, the Undead Knight’s upper body reduced to pulp, only to regenerate each ti the Dragon King lifted its paws, and then be squashed again as the paws fell.

The war needed to end.

It turned its gaze towards Lania’s direction, then casually hurled a thunder spear.

A crystal barrier appeared abruptly.

The Crystal Mage, floating in mid-air, blocked the thunder spear, but his own barrier was at its limit, including his strength, which was almost depleted after the sustained high-intensity battle of a day and a night.

He was extrely exhausted.

Though the Crystal Mage didn’t care much for many things, he was acutely aware of Lania’s importance; the war of the Great Rift needed leadership.

If Lind died, then Lania would be that leader.

Uniting the old and new forces of the Nobility, the strength was now seemingly cornered but still stronger than the Raven City of old.

A rumbling erupted; the ground suddenly began to shake.

A figure with wings of black flas unfurled burst from the ground, soared into the sky, and roared to vent its emotions.

“Damn, has Lind reached the second phase?”

“Third phase, I think?

I’ve never seen this state before.”

“Isn’t that the transformation of that Black Fla guy?”

The Undead discussed among themselves.

Ditching his golden armor, Lind, draped in black flas, was filled with a chilling aura.

The Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword whirled into his hand and was wrapped in black flas.

“Alex!” his voice thundered over the storm.

Almost everyone looked towards the crimson Flying Dragon.

From the mont the fight began, the dragon had curled up in hiding.

Now, faced with a call from its master, what would it choose?

Alex swished its tail, spread its wings, and with the expectant gaze of the Undead upon it, it dashed towards the sky, its lean fra striking a tragic figure as it sped towards Dragon King Kote.

“Flas!” Lind’s voice ca again.

Flas, but released upon himself.

The flas from the Ring of Magic, creating fiery tumors with a curse, brought about agony but did not fear ordinary rain.

The Flying Dragon circled in the sky, tearing at its own neck, before it spewed out a breath imbued with magic.

Flas, undeterred by the pouring rain, enveloped Lind.

The reach of the dark flas’ burning grew ever wider.

Lind plumted to the ground from the sky, and as his feet struck, the already fragnted earth collapsed further.

Underneath his skin, veins one by one were ignited by flas.

Then, all the flas suddenly contracted, coalescing within Lind’s body, yet everyone could feel a volcanic force within Lind, trying to erupt.

He held the pitch-black greatsword high, showing no trace of the Broken Sword.

In the mont he rushed toward Dragon King Kote, there ca Lind’s voice.

This sword strike, it should have surpassed the third ring, perhaps even the fourth.

“Please die properly, Kote.”