The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 48 - 48 48 The Village of Mad Wise Ones

48: Chapter 48 The Village of Mad Wise Ones 48: Chapter 48 The Village of Mad Wise Ones “At the beginning of the collapse of the Ring of Magic, when civilization had not yet fallen into ruin, there were already many races in the world.”

Lind gripped Ace Aimu, knowing that the other was sure to enjoy listening to his historical tales.

The success and quality of a ga depended not only on its gaplay but also on its depth.

Like now, the situation was perfect for an introduction to the plot.

Banshee Lake, he too was wary of it.

Ring Scholars were destined to beco the title for the hardcore players of the “Doomsday Magic Ring” ga.

Just like Soul Scholars, like the Book Knight Squad…

“Humans, Magicians, Elves, Undead, Lizardfolk, Banshees…

Humans were not the strongest race in this world.

Before we received the gifts of All Gods, before we learned to use tools, in the eyes of other creatures, we were nothing but pigs and dogs to be bred.”

He looked at Ace Aimu and noticed Ace Aimu nodding with his mouth shut.

Recording?

“There were many kingdoms in the world, and even the once-great Rand Kingdom was not the most powerful.

Yet, it gained recognition from other kingdoms.

Each Kingdom had a King, defending the stable rule of humans.

Even if the long night was endless and we were isolated, we had to keep the Flas from being extinguished.

It was far more difficult for the frail humans to preserve the spark of civilization than you might imagine…”

He paused, then said, “So, every King, for the continuation of their race, must beco more cruel, more domineering, and even greater.”

“The King declared war on all forces within the territory, and as long as one swore loyalty, life could continue as usual.”

“Swear loyalty to the King, or die.”

Lind looked in the direction of Banshee Lake: “So races feared the power of the King and chose to submit, but others were indifferent, including the Banshees.”

“They lived in the water, without contact with humans, and the Banshees even sent envoys to visit the Royal Palace, where the envoy ultimately died.”

“Not just that, but all the envoys accompanying them were beheaded and hung on the Gold walls of Goliath.

This was the fate of those who defied the King’s orders.”

Lind did not think there was anything wrong with this.

If it were him, he would probably do the sa.

Carrying many missions, it was not easy to navigate smoothly between various powers, after all, as a King, the most important thing was to protect humans.

The survival of other races was inconsequential.

“The Banshees and humans ford a deadly enmity, their presence lurking in all the deep waters.

So, when you hear enchanting singing, it’s best to choose to run away imdiately,” Lind sumd up in the end.

He didn’t elaborate on the war with the Banshees; otherwise, they wouldn’t need to do anything else today but set up camp right here.

“Perhaps, if you want to know more, you can go find Aluna.

She once served the gods in the Sun Church; the distant yet regrettable story is as vast as the Milky Way above our heads.

Maybe you can find so lost secrets?”

“I will, Lord,” Ace Aimu bowed his head.

Then he said, “So, are there Banshees ahead of us, the kind with the face of a beauty and the body of a fish?”

His eyes sparkled, clearly very interested.

“Don’t try to communicate with those mad creatures simply because of their beauty.

They’ve long lost the capacity for dialogue.

We’ve known for a long ti that we shouldn’t reason with them.”

“I understand,” the eager look on Ace Aimu’s face showed he understood sothing different from what Lind had said.

LSP always had their own unique interpretation.

“If we truly encounter them, I hope your sword will enlighten them, help them regain their sanity, at least to understand whom they should fear, instead of baring their teeth and snarling from within their watery cages,” Lind turned towards the direction in the air where there was a faintly burning sensation and said, “That way, we will explore another ti.”

Ace Aimu, who was initially thoughtful, suddenly widened his eyes.

“Ah, I get it now!”

What do you understand now?

Innate Understanding Saint Physique?

“So that’s how the air walls are made.

This ga is indeed well-prepared.”

The sun was high, yet its light was dim.

The sky was sared with yellow, the red clouds seed scorched by flas, casting an autumnal desolation unique to the season upon the rooftops of the village.

Derelict cottages, desolate grasslands, gnarled old n, mad hymns.

Lind and Ace Aimu entered the village one after the other.

The sun bead down on the motionless villagers, casting their shadows against the walls.

The sunlight caused the wall shadows to twitch.

The villagers were “normal” aside from their nonsensical praise-singing and lacked exaggerated behavior.

They ignored the two uninvited guests.

Ace Aimu, having witnessed the madness of these lunatics before, approached Lind closely.

“Where’s the seed you talked about earlier?” Lind’s hand had already grabbed the hilt of the Broken Sword, and the small forearm-length grip gave him a slight sense of stability.

“It’s in their village’s fields.”

“Fields?”

This really is…

farming, huh.

Or, stealing vegetables.

“Flas~”

Who is singing!

Lind turned his head and saw an old villager, shrouded in an old black robe, raising a torch.

Torches in broad daylight?

“Burn~”

Another was singing, but this one was carrying a rake for bundling straw.

Sickles, kitchen knives, spears, sticks, candlesticks…

The villagers, as if they had reached a consensus in an instant, mingled together in apparent chaos but with real order, their array of agricultural tools and furniture clawing nacingly as they burned in song.

The flas were blood-red.

“Ao~!” The villagers finally let out a roar, turning into wildebeests running wild on the prairie, stirring up dust, trampling over their own kin who had stumbled, and rushing toward Lind and his companion.

The dense blood-red flas instantly dominated one’s vision.

So villagers were affected by their comrades and scread in agony as they burned in the blood-red flas, eventually turning to ash.

“The last ti I was here, they weren’t so enthusiastic,” Ace Aimu comnted: “And, I seem to have seen others like them elsewhere.”

“They are the Believers of fire,” Lind didn’t know which flas these people worshipped, for faith was all too free.

But he was very clear about who these people were—bottom-dwellers, re mongrels.

“Mad Wise Ones!

They tried to comprehend divine edicts through faith, but beca fanatical Believers instead.” Lind swept the Broken Sword horizontally through the crowd.

The Broken Sword sent a Mad Wise One flying, then bowled over a pile like in bowling.

“Damn!”

Ace Aimu, who had been killed instantly the last ti, was shocked to see Lind easily control the onslaught with a few casual sword movents.

The gap was still huge, indeed very huge!

Lind, however, did not let his guard down due to the enemy’s weakness; any amount of borrowed divine power was enough to trouble him.

Who knew what would happen if one were entangled in that kind of blood-red fla.

A burning torch flew through the air and landed on Ace Aimu.

“Ah!

My experience, it’s draining my experience again!” Ace Aimu scread in agony.

Now Lind understood how terrible these flas were—they burned experience!

He had to stay away.

Lind, now in full combat mode, had a good rhythm; the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword was swung clumsily but managed to slice through every incoming flaming projectile.

Blood-red sparks flew, but not a single one touched him.

Lind had already used Clore’s Fury on his own Armor, which would ignite the blood-red flas in advance.

Fury and blood-flas burned together.

Flas and fireballs burst out in all directions.

Unlike Lind who had the protection of Fury, the Mad Wise Ones among the villagers were set alight by the fury exploding from Lind’s body.

The staggering, twisting human forms beca smokestacks, funneling straight black smoke into the sky.

The earth trembled.

With every lift and fall of the Broken Sword, Lind created vibrations with a not-so-small radius that continued without cease, and then exploded into scorched earth as the Broken Sword was raised high.

Lind stepped over Ace Aimu in large strides, his Heavy Armor ablaze with flas as he swiftly entered the battlefield.

In an instant, all of the writhing, struggling villagers and billowing smokestack Mad Wise Ones were attracted to the vortex centered around Lind.

The chaotic vortex intensified its suction with every turn of the Broken Sword, and as soon as a target was drawn near, it was swiftly minced into at!