The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 558 - 558 443 Why Did the King Rebel3

558: Chapter 443 Why Did the King Rebel?_3 558: Chapter 443 Why Did the King Rebel?_3 “Motherfucker, he’s practically superhuman!” the Undead grumbled slyly in hiding, cursing out loud as they watched the Beast Pri Minister slaughter his way through the foes.

Scar turned his head to look at them.

He had always found their behavior strange today, but the chaos and quarrels outside had disrupted his thoughts.

“We’ve won!”

“The effect is good.”

The Undead suddenly laughed, unsettling Scar.

During chaos, if soone could effortlessly grasp the trend of the battlefield, that chill would be more terrifying than a blade resting on one’s neck.

“Who’s left now?”

“The Beast Pri Minister, and, of course, the Lionheart King,” said the Undead, unperturbed.

“What are you talking about?” Scar couldn’t help but ask.

He had just been caught in the Beast Pri Minister’s attack; a new claw mark slashed his face, and his cheek flesh blood like petals.

The Beast Pri Minister’s claws, with their backward barbs, were capable of tearing apart larger prey.

“So it’s over for you?

But how are we going to deal with the Lionheart King?”

“Are you looking for ?” a voice ca from behind the Undead.

They turned and saw the silhouette of a warrior appear behind them, wielding a ferocious Longsword wrapped in Abyssal Power; countless tiny black claws attempted to reach out, only to be retracted by the sword.

He was clad in thick armor.

The frightening aura completely paralyzed the Undead.

Lionheart King Tiel.

“For what purpose have you co!” the Lionheart King reached out and grabbed one Undead by their flawless leg, easily picking them up.

“To bring you the apocalypse.”

Boom!

The Lionheart King clenched his fist, and the Undead exploded into ash.

…

The lee between the Beastn of Lionheart Fort continued, with hundreds, thousands of strong Beastn fighting vigorously in a sea composed of fire and blood.

The Undead falsely accused others of cris, calling for their deaths.

Those Beastn who escaped that fate believed they had cheated death and imdiately joined the punitive forces.

The accused Beastn fought back desperately to survive.

And so the final war broke out.

Even the arrival of the Lionheart King couldn’t halt the war, and even he wasn’t sure which side of the Beastn in the fray were his own people.

“The Lionheart King has rebelled, kill him!” soone shouted.

The Lionheart King turned, only to see an Undead jumping out of the ruins towards him; with a quick swing of his sword, the sheer force of the blow created a Storm that turned the rubble of the ruins into a vicious tide, splashed onto the Undead.

There was no longer any control over the war; through their infiltration, the Undead had caused the Beastn of Lionheart Fort to turn their swords on each other.

The mont the war broke out, they had succeeded, and all the Undead had to pay was their own death.

The Lionheart King stood atop the ruins, indifferent to the Beastn.

His gaze was only on the Undead.

Catch the Undead!

So Beastn, driven mad by their bestial nature, lunged at the Lionheart King with claws bared.

What t them was the Lionheart King’s sharp sword, and anyone who dared approach was marked for death!

“Found you!”

The Lionheart King spotted an Undead attempting to flee and quickly pursued, even as he already suspected the truth.

…

Facing the new city, on a tall mountain not far away.

Lind’s golden hair fluttered in the night wind.

Princess Magdalena stood beside him, her eyes wide with horror as she watched the distant Lionheart Fort, a battlefield that had completely descended into madness and destruction—the terrible storm.

And beside them stood another figure.

A mature woman who bore a slight resemblance to Magdalena.

The Corrupt King.

Lind had thought she should be covered in fur, at least sowhat like Beast Girl Soralis.

But unexpectedly, the Corrupt King was a human, and the presence of three Beasts by her side brought great pressure on Lind, each seemingly at the level of 6 rings.

Indeed, Summoners were the most dangerous of all.

“It’s a good thing Magdalena had already made an alliance with you,” the Corrupt King spoke, her voice carrying an innate languor, which made Lind suspect it had sothing to do with corruption.

From his interaction with Magdalena, he had understood that what they called “corruption” was a type of virus, possibly a variant of a magical plague.

However, “sickness” wasn’t all bad.

After being eroded by corruption, life would enter a new state, with a significant boost in power and transformation.

As for whether one remains oneself, that was uncertain.

“We stand against the Abyss, Your Majesty,” Lind maintained his composure.

As long as he didn’t say he wasn’t an Undead, no one would know.

In other words, no one bothers to kill soone who can’t be killed.

If no one strikes at him, he’s essentially an Undead, an alternative kind of Undead.

Lind continued, “Regardless of whether we cooperate, we shall launch fierce attacks, sweeping clean all forces that collaborate with the Abyss.

This is our duty as humans, and we are very clear on which path we must take.”

Magdalena looked at Lind with excitent.

Yes, exactly!

A human with a nobler will than the “Watcher,” she could understand the unspoken pact between Lind and the Undead.

Greed was only their appearance.

“The new era will eventually arrive,” the Corrupt King said.

“What would a new era without the Abyss be like?” Lind asked, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distance, but he was actually constantly watching the Undead’s live broadcast.