The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 614 - 614 475 Deities Altar Unlock

614: Chapter 475: Deities Altar, Unlock 614: Chapter 475: Deities Altar, Unlock No matter how the freshly awakened Snake Queen and the Salt Alkali Plain saw the situation, war had arrived.

The Silver Wolf had already joined the Black Knight Camp, connecting with undead friends from the Salt Alkali Plain, and had personally facilitated the provocative act of “trying to stop a car with mantis arms” against the Black Knight’s underground tomb.

On the side of the Black Knight, 140,000 undead took part in the battle.

The battle to slay gods captivated onlookers, with a sea of heads that looked like duckweed covering the earth; from a distance, the barren Kingdom of Trees seed to sprout colorful “weeds” that swayed with the wind, full of life.

“Whiter than !

Whiter than !”

No one knew who had shouted first, but the scene beca lively again, a disordered clamor ensued, with shouts of all kinds— a few corn flakes advertisents mixed in amongst them.

Looking over at the Salt Alkali Plain side that had “actively” provoked the situation, the undead were ready, but Salt Alkali Plain’s NPCs and the Snake Queen were nowhere to be seen.

“Our plan wasn’t seen through by the NPCs of Salt Alkali Plain, was it?”

“Dude, is this plan that clever?

If those NPCs aren’t idiots, they’d definitely see the problem.”

“This is an overt plot, hehe, an overt plot~”

The undead ford squads according to their guild, although completely undisciplined and scattered, each one bristling with the readiness of battle, their bodies flickering with Magic Light.

“They must not be coming, charge!”

Soone yelled, and like that, the attack by the Undead Army began in a disorganized manner.

If it were only a few thousand, the undead might have responded quickly through flag signals.

But with over a hundred thousand, it was already a success that no stampedes occurred.

So began to charge forward, others stood dazed, not understanding what was occurring; there were even so who had just created accounts and ca online, standing dumbfounded in just white boxer shorts, then lined up just as cluelessly.

With a herd ntality, not knowing what was ahead but seeing everyone lining up, they lined up too, certain it wouldn’t be a disadvantage.

This comical and seemingly chaotic line, in the eyes of the undead from the Salt Alkali Plain, looked like a torrential flood.

As they ran, the ground trembled violently, their bodies reacting with instinctual panic.

And those blood-red na tags, colored the field of vision with a stench of carnage.

But they could not surrender; this was part of the plan, the Salt Alkali Plain’s undead had to be captured as “prisoners.”

Black Knight’s task on a small wooden board:[Capture the enemy: Crazed enemy provokes, kill or capture the enemy, persuade enemy forces to join the Black Knight Camp for rewards: 300 Abyssal Magic coins]

Joining the Black Knight Camp directly wouldn’t bring such good benefits.

Known as Ti Gang the boss, O*O* had initially figured out a money farming combo, wanting to earn money from the Black Knight, the most important and critical point was to provide enough benefits to convince the captured undead to hand over the “Invitation Code.”

So people opted to give real money, while others chose to trade equipnt or assist with missions, the thods varied greatly.

In an instant, more than four thousand undead from Salt Alkali Plain turned to ash upon collision.

The Lord of Salt Alkali Plain stood firm, ready for battle.

The White Shell Horses pawed restlessly.

Everyone’s hearts grew increasingly restless.

The ground started shaking, the undead resurrected once again, and the Lord knew they must have died on the battlefield ahead and he felt nothing but disgust for them.

They had deliberately started the war!

In tis past, when he interacted with the undead, he thought he knew them well enough, understanding that the undead race was not united, but in this mont, his previous assumptions were completely overturned.

The shaking intensified, the ground beca soft and bouncy, standing was no longer stable, bodies began to wobble, even uncontrollably leaping upward.

White Shell Horse Cavalry pulled on the reins, trying to calm their restless mounts, only to be accidentally overturned.

The Salt Alkali Plain Lord saw the massive crowd, tens of thousands of undead, High-rank Transcendents, and he suddenly laughed in relief, realizing that no matter how well-prepared they were, they stood no chance against such absolute numbers and power.

He turned his head towards the Snake Queen, if there was anyone present who could stop this war, it would only be the great Deities.

The disorganized but powerful presence suffocated everyone, paralyzing their bodies as if nailed to the ground or perhaps strung up on a fra waiting for a fiery sacrifice.

Body joints stiffened, compliance in giving up was easier than breaking free from shackles.

As the Salt Alkali Plain Lord decided to yield, the voice of the Snake Queen reached him.

“I will protect you, my children,” her voice was gentle yet filled with absolute confidence.

The fearful heart cald at the arrival of her voice, the Salt Alkali Plain Lord tried praying to the Snake Queen, his pressure relieved through faith, and he felt a rare peace and confidence in his heart.

Others reacted similarly to the Salt Alkali Plain Lord, regaining their body’s peace, standing tall, and then followed the andering path of the Snake Queen to counterattack their wicked foes.

Boom!

The Snake Queen, in confronting the undead, possessed near absolute overwhelming power, her body’s released energy like a teor shower shining in the heavens, the intense hot energy, with its long tail, easily pierced through hundreds, even thousands of undead.