The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 575 - 575 453 Underground Specters

575: Chapter 453 Underground Specters 575: Chapter 453 Underground Specters Everyone is now concealing their identities.

Switching armor is just for wrongdoing, like a robber robbing a bank; buying stockings is definitely not for wearing on the legs.

With their faces covered, they can do whatever they want.

Lind looked enviously at the crowd ahead.

He had previously inquired about the chanical God Cult and knew that so Beastman forces collaborated with the cult.

The armor worn by the group appearing ahead was much more intricate than that previously worn by the Beastn.

The armor was like a fully enclosed iron can, yet one could see gears embedded on the outside slowly turning.

A strong Knight appeared as though half his body weight consisted of these intricate gears.

“How do they operate?

Are they not afraid of sand getting stuck in them?”

There’s not much else in the Wilderness Ruins, but occasionally a dust storm could bury a person alive.

Can delicate instrunts still operate after being buried in sand?

William: “Sir, couldn’t a cleaning magic do the job?”

Lind turned to look at William’s canine head.

Well said, but don’t say it next ti, lest I seem stupid.

I’ll note it down, and when the Undead co online, I’ll arrange for you to be their sparring partner.

His gaze returned to the advancing group.

He had long coveted the knowledge of the chanical God Cult.

Few NPCs could match the achievents the Undead had reached due to their inherent talents.

But with external help, perhaps they could keep pace, not to limit the actions of the Undead, but at least as conversation partners and to issue so quests.

Acting alone was still too difficult.

The most talented under his command, William, now had beco a unit of combat power asurent.

After the Undead disappeared, he practically had no one of use.

“They don’t seem human,” William said again.

Though those things have a human head, William realized they did not have complete bodies; they might not even qualify as living beings.

Their bodies were clad in various colored armor; the intricate gears were like ancient inscriptions on the armor.

When the person on the left lifted his arm, his left hand was completely an iron lump; after a series of transformations, a trace of a magic circle popped out from his hand.

They were too far away to hear what they were saying or seeing.

Instead, Tione suddenly said, “They are all wizards.”

Wizards?

Dressed in intricate heavy armor, radiating an aura that warns others to stay away, yet they were wizards.

If controlling such a suit of heavy armor required one to be a wizard, the wizard job might indeed beco a favored profession in the future.

Lind mused aimlessly but knew that ga balance had nothing to do with him.

The world inherently has its inequalities; this wasn’t a ga.

“Sir, what do you plan to do?” seeing Lind take out a never-seen-before longsword, William knew he was about to make a move.

“Obviously, charge directly; those who comply will stay, and those who do not will be dealt with,” Lind gestured, “If this troop belongs to humans, they should know Magdalena, but they don’t seem like they’re going to the Undead-led Newbie Village.”

“They seem to be conducting so kind of ritual,” the newly-joined Beastmaster suddenly spoke up.

Most of the ti, he acted like an unpleasant, braggy cat, but his knowledge was indeed beyond what Lind and the others possessed.

“I knew the great Beastmaster would know,” Lind said.

Flattery costs nothing, and it is rare to get the information one wants by just saying nice things.

Perhaps the Beastmaster was inherently “naive.”

The Beastmaster crossed his arms, his old habit of being preachy kicking in, externally explained as “eager to learn,” as only those good at teaching are good at learning.

Lind would nod continuously when he talked about important matters, but once he got the information he wanted, he would lose interest in listening to his endless chatter and dismissively nod, thereby feeding into the Beastmaster’s penchant for teaching.

“I know a bit about the chanical God Cult.

Those creatures have gradually forsaken life itself, yet they are very powerful.

They rge magic, chanical tal, and even prayers and prophecies together, crudely forming sothing new.

This ti, they are surely seeking to gain so powers through a revelatory ritual,” the Beastmaster said with disdain toward the chanical God Cult.

Yet Lind felt that his slight irritation dominated his words.

Anyone could see the chanical God Cult excelled in academic research, all being wizards, signifying their imnse spiritual power and exceptional talent.

“Prophecy?”

Miss Recorder and the Whispering Crone both delve into this field, but their reach isn’t extensive.

Lind scoffed at so-called prophecies; those who believed in prophecies never seed to end well, and regardless of the prophecy, one couldn’t just sit back and do nothing about the future.

“I…I heard that before the Ring of Magic broke, so deities made prophecies, and everything now was anticipated by them.”

“Anticipated kicking the bucket, so they chose to lie down and struggle no more?” Lind suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

But then he thought, if the prophecy were favorable to him, he would definitely do everything possible to steer events towards the prophesied outco.

Thus, these deities weren’t foolish, just unclear if the Undead were also part of the prophecy.

“Didn’t you participate?” Lind suddenly asked.

He had spent a long ti with the Beastmaster and wanted to know so deity-related matters from him.

As for the Lady of the Night, there was no need to think about it.

She was a re five-ring boss level still wandering around the Shilu Continent, while the Beastmaster was in the Magic Land.

Even if Lind was unclear about his full powers, he was definitely above the seven rings at his peak.