The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 589 - 589 459 Dealing with All Those Flashy Tricks2

589: Chapter 459: Dealing with All Those Flashy Tricks_2 589: Chapter 459: Dealing with All Those Flashy Tricks_2 “I’m not sure, he must be thinking about more important things,” Golden Claw·Quik greatly admired the Black Knight, “but he ca, and I’m extrely grateful.”

Thank God, the bombardnt finally stopped, and the Beast Tide had been blocked by the Black Knight Army like floodwaters damned, and returned without success.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, hundreds of wounded crowded in the trenches along the front line; this was the last hiding place they could seek since they were injured during the war, where they could only hide and wait for the war to end with their prayers.

That lengthy slaughter felt like it had spanned countless years, long and excruciating.

People beside him dejectedly leaned against the ruins, gasping heavily, their bodies were twisted by imnse forces, and even in a world of magic, complete recovery would require a significantly long ti, but fortunately, everyone survived.

So began to pull their comrades from the rubble, the joy of survival washing over their pain, but the joy soon dissipated because they had lost even more.

No one could taste the joy of victory, only emptiness remained, and without reinforcents, what awaited them was darkness, a darkness that could engulf their entire world.

“Thank you for your assistance, Black Knight!” Golden Claw·Quik approached Lind.

Despite being a 5-ring powerhouse, his deanor was humble.

“It was nothing,” Lind responded.

“If it weren’t for your help, we…” Golden Claw·Quik started to say sothing else, perhaps words of gratitude for being saved after the war had been won.

Lind raised his hand to interrupt him, as the stronger one, he had the prerogative to “skip the dialogue.”

“The war is not over yet, sir,” Lind looked towards the Gravel Mountain Range, “Our target lies beyond there.”

In the past, Lind wouldn’t have concerned himself with the Beast Tide; he even thought about setting up a “Monster Hunter Experience Zone” once the Undead are online.

But after discovering the appearance of the Colossus, his thoughts shifted.

Golem magic creations were a piece of knowledge not even possessed by the chanical God Cult.

Whether for war or defense, it was a crucial technology, and he found himself indulging in his penchant for collecting knowledge.

“What?” Golden Claw·Quik was startled and followed Lind’s gaze.

Retake the Gravel Mountain Range?

For a long ti, those who were part of the Eternal Sumr Nest territory faced the Beast Tide from the Gravel Mountain Range with only resistance as their strategy, not to ntion their current loss of powerhouses, even in their strongest tis, they could not possibly launch a counterattack.

Back then, they had nurous 5-ring powerhouses!

…

On the other side of the Gravel Mountain Range.

Above the black and rugged Magic Scorched Earth, within a secret room, a magic circle was displaying the ongoing war through projection.

Hundreds of wizards dressed in long pointed hats swayed as each ti a Colossus collapsed, a wizard fell in panic.

“Damn it!” Van Dijk gritted his teeth.

Located south of the Gravel Mountain Range, considered the abandoned corner on the edge of Magic Land, the Magic Scorched Earth was unlike the fertile lands of Magic Land; it was lifeless, only hosting twisted boulders and withered trees that never could be traced for any sign of life.

If the collapse of the Ring of Magic brought drastic changes to the ecology of the Xilu Continent, infusing it with magic and new life in the new era, this piece of Scorched Earth was a land of death.

No traces of a forr civilization had been left here, even the scattered ruins had been eroded by ti beyond recognition of any era, holding no value whatsoever.

Van Dijk had co from another Plane, he had heard many stories of the great “Land of Magic” and hoped to head towards a new world, for this he had mobilized the entire country’s resources, seizing by force, plundering every bit of value from every living being.

He did not do this for personal greed, he hoped to take seeds and head towards a greater land, searching for a greater future.

Life was about exploration, sacrificing a part of the race and letting another part of the elite embark on a more distant journey; he had succeeded, but not thoroughly, as he found himself trapped here, unexpectedly trapped in this piece of Scorched Earth.

And there were terrifying giant beasts here, Van Dijk could only hide and slowly develop, seeking a way to escape.

The Colossi were knowledge he brought with him, and after nurous attempts, he discovered that the giant beasts carried rare minerals and various magic materials, so Van Dijk returned to his old trade of creating Colossi.

“Sir, they’re coming at us, those Ghosts!

Those damned giant beasts dare not provoke them!”

“Use magic, block them!”

Block?

Impossible to block.

Lind was fully utilizing his extre speed, surrounded by the Molten Gold Ghosts, becoming a gust of gold wind that violently smashed everything in its path.

The weak giant beasts were split in half by his single strike.

The Soul Blade’s attack could ignore defenses and cause True Damage, which was the perfect counter to these creatures that relied on their massive bulky bodies to dominate.

“There isn’t a trace of magical aura here.

Has this place really been abandoned?

Wasn’t it called the Land of Magic?”

Lind looked ahead, the Gravel Mountain Range seed like a giant ecosystem.

It took Lind an extrely long ti to traverse it, so much so that by the ti he had crossed, Tione, William, and Nur had been completely left behind, and it would probably take them five days to catch up.

With new equipnt and a Ghost Cloak, Lind’s flying and running speed had surpassed Flying Dragon Alex, who was still in the Rand Kingdom.

Now, his greatest advantage was his speed, rapidly striking lethal attacks with various crests layered for bursts.

A patch of scorched shallow beach.

Further beyond was the endless sea plane lost in darkness and fog, from which the giant beasts originated.

They were not native to this continent but continuously migrated here from another plane.

Even Lind noticed so beasts just passing by before quickly leaving, not liking the place enough to linger.

His eyes quickly locked on, as a familiar aura suddenly surged.

“The Abyss?”

Just when he was struggling to find it, it unexpectedly ca right to him.

…

“I respond to Your call!”

Van Dijk knelt on the ground, with no way out.

He deeply understood the chilling allure of that power, leading one to corruption.

Van Dijk had no choice but to fully embrace that power to overco the mysterious powerful figure that had suddenly appeared and to turn the tide of the war.

Power flowed into Van Dijk’s body, and he found himself losing control of it montarily.

His heartbeat slowed, and his throat felt as if it were stuffed with sothing.

A thick liquid erged from his mouth and nose, turning into a fungus-like sticky filant rapidly parasitizing the surface of his skin pores, enveloping his entire head.

Amid panting, uncontrollable coughs erupted, coughing up clumps of blood.

Van Dijk panicked as he realized his consciousness was being weakened.

As powerful forces surged into his body, his life was also rapidly being drained.

His worry soon got buried under the joy brought by the increase in strength.

Van Dijk looked up at the sky visible through the gaps of the secret room, catching a glimpse of the deep blue.

He raised his palm, and the surrounding stones and elents automatically assembled into a new colossal statue that cracked open the secret room.

Those nearby, the “seeds” of the new world he brought, suffered a tragic death and injury.

Van Dijk stood on the shoulder of the colossal statue, looking at the figure enveloped in a billowing cloak, feeling that the opponent’s strength was not as great as his own.

He pushed his hands forward, and the statue’s head and magical eyes began to gather energy, layer by layer.

However, Lind suddenly dashed toward the statue.

His body turned into a fiery trail that pierced the clouds and thunderously plunged toward the statue’s head, his Soul Blade thrusting through it.

“Do you really think you could cast in my face during a fight without learning from the Undead?

Don’t you know that in PvP, delivering real output without a casting ti is what matters the most?

What’s the use of all these flashy moves?”

A close-range preemptive detonation caused Van Dijk to be blown away, exposing part of his skin as the Calamity pus on him was shattered.

“Why…

so powerful.” Van Dijk didn’t understand.

He saw death.