The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 582 - 582 456 Moving Spring Water2

582: Chapter 456 Moving Spring Water_2 582: Chapter 456 Moving Spring Water_2 Even though the technology used here isn’t much, and he’s not exactly a person heavy on technology and research, crafting this set of armor using an accumulation of materials also gave him a sense of accomplishnt.

Crafting it with various rare ores, this armor could amplify the attributes of flas, storms, frost, poison gas, and thunder.

In Nur’s opinion, this Elental Wind armor still wasn’t perfect.

First, because Lind insisted that the armor be worn externally, the relationship between the worn armor and the body was rely like “iron wrapping flesh.” This greatly reduced the compatibility, and since Lind was a Knight who knew nothing about magic, wearing it would waste half of its effect.

Secondly, there was the issue of magical consciousness connection.

Lind was not willing to lose limbs to replace body parts and only recognized the movent of his body to drive the armor.

However, the followers of the Hong School’s chanical God Cult used direct weapon equipnt connection with ntal consciousness, making the usage of any weapons as easy and intuitive as using one’s own limbs.

“It looks pretty good,” Lind nodded, sowhat satisfied.

Recently, Nur had constantly been crafting new equipnt, and his armor was frequently changed.

Dozens of ghostly arms imdiately stretched out from the [Ghost Cloak] on his back—so draped in armor, while others were stripped of flesh leaving only bones.

A ghostly brain tried to burrow out but was grabbed by a spectral hand next to it which dug into its eye socket and fiercely pulled it back in.

The cloak automatically unfastened from Lind’s back and drifted to the side, silently floating there, but with ghostly shadows on the cloak clawing, as if it were a deadly prison.

Lind put on the armor, too lazy to rember its na.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before Nur crafted a Type 4, Type 5, or Type 6—each iteration radically different in design and functionally imaginative.

Last ti, aware that Lind didn’t know magic, Nur had added several imprinted magic scroll patterns inside it, which could be activated to cast spells.

However, Lind had complained about it for a while.

When using it, it required additional energy, and the energy storage on his back, glowing lightly, would explode if attacked continuously—a classic weakness like a minor boss in a ga.

He must have been out of his mind to agree to such a setup.

Following his insistence, Nur then reluctantly removed those useless features.

After putting it on, Lind tentatively released a couple of fire spells and discovered a slight enhancent in strength.

If he hadn’t been so sensitive to the flow of energy, he might not have noticed it at all.

Had a wizard worn this armor, it would probably bring out even greater strength.

Nur began to explain the unique aspects of the recently forged Elental Wind Type 3.

“If you can accept the basic body connection, the armor provides energy, making it so that this bulky armor won’t hinder your movent.

Instead, it will pull your body to match the speed of your spirit.”

“Faster than ?” Lind retorted.

With his current speed, among those ranked at the fourth and fifth rings, he was among the fastest.

And here was a piece of armor with only the strength of the second ring, daring to claim it could be faster than him.

Nur wanted to nod, but then rembered the speed Lind had displayed when he was last surrounded and attacked, and imdiately controlled his head.

Indeed, Lind didn’t need a “chanical Ascension”; he was certainly the hardest yet fastest man Nur had ever encountered.

Thinking about creating a speed-specialized model in the future, he stopped himself from saying more.

“My lord!” William happened to co over at that mont, “Regarding the investigation you asked to conduct, there’s news.”

William, now topped with a White Wolf’s head, was quite influential in the vicinity, especially with the Magic chanical Armor crafted by Nur, elevating his strength substantially.

The Black Knight, the White Wolf Knight, was quite renowned.

Lind had tasked William with gathering information about dragons and Magic Ring Shards.

The forr could help him make his way to the Sky Star Magic School, and although he wasn’t as eager about that school as before, it was still a place he intended to go if possible.

As for the latter, it was of great significance—whether through the formula “Magic Ring Shard Old Nobility = Ring Knight” to create a powerful individual or using a Magic Ring Shard as a material to forge unique weaponry, the importance of the shard was self-evident.

The Land of Beasts, although also interested in collecting Magic Ring Shards, didn’t seem to care as much, certainly not as much as Magdalena had cared when she saw Tione.

However, when Magdalena had seen Tione, her attention was mixed with caution, perhaps fearful that Tione might suddenly turn mad again.

“The dragon news?” Lind inquired.

“It’s about the Magic Ring Shard.

Soone is looking for reinforcents; the reward is a Magic Ring Shard.”

Lind’s eyes sparkled; no matter how many Magic Ring Shards there were, he would never think them too many.

Each shard could potentially beco a prototype for an Undead weapon in the future.

He constantly rembered his duty as the Newbie Village chief, striving to completely tie the interests of the Undead to his battle wagon, of course ensuring to maintain a competitive edge and highlight his own advantages.

Furthermore, in his plans, gauging the impact of “Dominator Level” powerhouses on “the officials” also mattered a lot; perhaps he himself might beco an important figure who could freely launch or close new versions.

If he could achieve that, as the future chief of Newbie Village, he might further influence the storyline, or even the timing of when the Undead co online or go offline—the true BOSS.

In the distance, the [Ghost Cloak] floated over.

After having signed a Curse Contract with Lind, the molten gold ghosts abided by a century-old agreent, parasitizing within the Ghost Cloak.

They were usually sane, but sotis, due to the curse, the ghosts would go mad trying to break free.

Luckily, those 300 spirits only occasionally lost their sanity, and not all at once, often hindering each other.