The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 438 - 438 368 Missed the Check-in

438: Chapter 368 Missed the Check-in 438: Chapter 368 Missed the Check-in By the ti the umpteenth twilight arrived, the sickly sun was hiding behind the red clouds, burning.

The first Expedition Army did not head to Star Dragon City, as that would have taken too much ti.

They simply set up a makeshift camp outside Holy Water Town to rest and reorganize.

The logistical chefs threw indistinguishable dried foods and beans together into a pot, covered it, and stewed it until it was thick.

The aroma tantalized the hungry soldiers.

Every ti this happened, the Immortal players would collectively log off and disappear, preferring to order takeout or eat a packet of instant noodles instead of munching on the sticky beans in-ga.

The entire marching troop was not as grand as one might imagine, mostly just logistical soldiers trudging along with the Immortal players sporadically appearing.

They would also disappear in batches when it was ti to rest.

In the ga, players could rest on the spot, but in reality, they definitely needed to take off their helts and get up to stretch their limbs.

Immortal players like “Big Puller” were studio-type players.

The Expedition Army maintained a slow pace to conserve energy, which ordinary people might tolerate, spending their days traveling or improving their relationship with accompanying NPCs, sotis even playing gas like arm wrestling.

The Expedition Army was always lively, as if a few of the Immortals had beco “Bards”, who seed to be music teachers in real life, so they ford a small band and perford with homade rustic instrunts, always earning a round of applause.

NPCs could differentiate between pleasant and unpleasant performances, not every perforr was applauded, and after the performance, the NPCs would rember them and occasionally praise them when they t.

It was this level of real-world imrsion that made it impossible to pull away from the ga, which was so realistically made that it was hard to distinguish between virtual and real.

However, for players eager for quick profits, wasted ti was money.

All side quests were unnecessary, blitzing through the main story and finding the profitable parts of the ga was their purpose.

“Go scout around, we know the direction anyway, we’ll just catch up with the troop later,” Big Puller said.

His words imdiately gained approval from a few fellow Immortal players.

It was better to go out and grind or take quests than to waste ti here.

However, when they tried to act, they were obstructed.

“Are you trying to desert?”

“Buddy, we’re just going to walk towards the northeast,” Big Puller pointed in the distance.

Just as the soldier was about to say sothing, a Crystal Mage who happened to pass by heard their argunt and said, “Let them leave.”

“But, ntor…

all right.” The soldier wanted to say more, but he eventually stepped aside.

“Bye bye~” Big Puller and the others waved goodbye cheerfully and left the troop.

Many other Immortals saw this scene, but it didn’t seem to concern them.

“Where are you from?” the Crystal Mage asked.

“ntor, I was previously in Windmill Village!” the soldier replied.

“Immortal players will bear the consequences of any choices they make.”

“But deserters could affect morale, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand either.” The Crystal Mage looked towards the tents, neither did Wen.

But for now, they could only follow Lind’s instructions.

Before leaving, Lind had instructed them not to worry about what the Immortals were doing—they could leave freely, and if there were any acts of betrayal to treat them as enemies, report them and wipe their honors and accumulated Points and War Points.

Once tasks were assigned, Immortals were not required to complete them.

Lind even provided an example in front of them, if an Immortal took on an urgent rescue task but delayed it to collect a beehive from a roadside tree, no punishnt was necessary.

Moreover, Lind had emphatically pointed out why the undead were used as the main force in the rescue.

They were only suitable as a subsidiary action.

Never use them as the primary force to complete a mission, for if you did, be prepared for the mission to fail.

“They are like lawless rcenaries, and they go unpunished!” the soldier complained bitterly.

“Indeed.”

The Crystal Mage nodded and said, “But you can rember their faces; there’s no need to show them any kindness.”

The soldier nodded, “I will!”

After a few people left the expedition team, they specifically chose an area without signal coverage to explore and actually found two elite Calamities in the wilderness.

In two days, they earned so extra inco and even obtained the Heart of Calamity, which could be directly exchanged for money online, sothing many newcors were waiting for.

But when they caught up with the Expedition Army, they noticed sothing was off.

“How co our War Points and Military rits haven’t increased?

Is there a bug?”

The War Points and other rewards that were supposed to be automatically deposited into the Lion Badge every day hadn’t changed at all.

This was bad!

They imdiately found an NPC to inquire.

“This is the Expedition Army, a military force!” the soldier looked at them with undisguised disgust, “You left the team on your own, why would you still expect to be paid?”

“Damn it!”

The news that they had left the Expedition Army and missed the “check-in” quickly spread among the ears of the army’s undead.

Every day, without doing anything, just playing mini-gas, and improving NPC affinity, one could earn 1 War Point and 10 exclusive Military rits from the Expedition Army store, how cool is that.

Although they got the Heart of Calamity, the profits from selling it were incomparable to the lost War Points, especially since their disorganized desertion behavior had earned them the collective disdain of the Expedition Army’s NPCs.

“Following the Expedition Army turned out to be the main storyline?” They wanted to curse badly and also wanted to complain, but they couldn’t.

Because the 1.0 version’s main storyline was called “Great Rift’s Expedition,” this was bad, I abandoned the expedition to pursue a side quest, I ssed up!

…

After a long journey, the Expedition Army finally reached its destination.

It was dilapidated, the gates were already wide open, and the walls were bent by the wind and rain.

A gust of wind might just cause the fortress to collapse, completely turning into ruins.

The Crystal Mage and Wen Ruien looked at that dilapidated building outpost, their thoughts were different, but equally exhilarating.

Everyone lived for the beliefs in their hearts, ready to sacrifice a lot, to pour in everything.

The Crystal Mage, who had once taken fighting the Abyss as his lifelong mission, felt a multitude of emotions upon his return.

Although this team was not as powerful as the Catastrophe Executioner, they were undead.

Immortality ant they could fight endlessly, and even if they couldn’t penetrate the deepest parts of the Rift Abyss, they could at least prevent the spillover of the Abyssal Calamities from wandering around.

However, before that, they had to build an outpost here, which was currently the frontline, playing the role of an outpost, waiting for the Expedition Army to advance deeper, this place would serve as a transit station.

Taking on the important gate of controlling the spread of the Abyss plague.

This place is, the Gate of phisto!