The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 629 - 629 482 Hunting Deities2

629: Chapter 482 Hunting Deities_2 629: Chapter 482 Hunting Deities_2 Now, looking at the heavy armor knight huffing and puffing, her earlier conjecture was once again confird.

Close the distance, attack!

The exhausted undead, who had already spent all their strength, stood there like a stake, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the attack ca.

Fulin’s sword tip was as tricky as a venomous snake.

Watching the heavy armor knight shouting “Ah, I am blinded” as her tricky sword thrust precisely hit his eye, she felt that she had overestimated the undead or perhaps had never really understood them.

They didn’t fear death, yet they would often beco strangely disordered in so areas.

She thrust her sword once more, no need to retract it this ti, because the heavy armor knight had already turned to a pile of ashes, dissipating into the air.

The flying beast, covered in arrows, was finally shot down and “boom,” crashed to the ground.

It tried to push itself up off the ground with its forelimbs, but the soldiers, already prepared, rushed over and chopped it to ashes with wild slashes.

Fulin Moen panted heavily.

“General, General!” It was as though her ears were covered with glass jars, the sounds muffled; only the beating of her heart incessantly buzzed in her ears.

Only when the noise blocking her ears had all disappeared did she notice that soone had been calling her: “What’s happening?”

Fulin Moen turned to look at her subordinates without responding, though no response was needed anymore.

A dense mass of flying beasts had already invaded from above, and those undead heavy armor knights were wearing various colored equipnt but all uniformly carried giant swords, grasping the hilts with both hands, gathering their strength.

Above them, wizards perched on flying beasts were either singing, waving musical instrunts in their hands, or gathering strength to hurl fireballs and bomb.

They who had fully occupied the skies spread out.

“Here they co.”

When this thought reoccurred in her mind, Fulin Moen felt strangely emotional, even believing that with the undead’s mode of action, they certainly intended to do this, they would definitely do so.

The knights raining from the sky with their giant swords targeted and locked onto the giant knights one by one.

Shadows fell, then columns of fire enveloped the giant knights with each slashing blow.

The giant knights who could previously have been called “walls” fell one after another under this intense assault, which was well-coordinated, with occasional misses, but they were promptly followed up by others.

With a downward burst, the Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon synchronized the weak undead’s rhythm; in the sky, they started preparations, charging up, receiving various buffs before slashing down again.

Just like that, the columns of fire slowly spread like curtains pulling apart at the start of a grand theater performance, inching ever close.

With Dragon Blood Forest at risk of falling, Fulin Moen could only swiftly gather her subordinates to organize a defense, prioritizing the protection of their lives.

The defensive line was quickly engulfed.

Once the enemy occupied an aerial advantage that was absolutely unattainable for their own side, they could only rush towards the direction of the altar.

The clean altar was sprinkled with fresh blood, and light and gales surged again, bringing forth the visage of giants once more.

“Sekapus is showing his health bar again!”

“Attack, roar!”

“Undead mounts, help a brother block a hit.”

The powerful and proud body dominating the storm created air currents that influenced the flight path of the Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon; it had to exert force to tear through the wall of wind to avoid being dragged along.

A new round of attack began once again.

Magic and bombardnts of various kinds fell from the sky, enveloping ‘Giant’ Sekapus, a level 70 deity, whose re nurical level brought an oppressive force.

Standing on the ground, he swung his fists, and the air was abruptly torn apart; a storm made of sharp winds swept toward the undead in the sky, deflecting all the incoming magic.

“Ah!

Take my EX—— Dragon Ascend Slash!” The undead, pulling at their red-hot giant sword, descended from the sky.

Falling at high speed, their hair was blown by the wind towards heaven.

This scene was not of one undead, but of dozens, hundreds of them, as if playing a ga of “mass parachute jumping”: the sky was filled with undead.

Before the burst, the high-temperature blades cooked their insides, with the temperature rapidly climbing.

This scene was like a group of hunters surrounding a fierce and ferocious beast.

With attacks as dense as a hail of bullets, scorching flas erupted within the storm.

Fulin Moen and her subordinates, lurking on the periphery, were preparing to retreat; although likely there was no way out behind them, they were at a dead end.

They witnessed the appearance of Sekapus, who stirred up a massive gale barrier, separating the center of the Dragon Blood Forest into a vast stage; the imnse trees were uprooted, swirling upwards with the wind, and eventually disintegrated into sawdust, vanishing in the sky.

Then they saw the undead charge towards the barrier one after another.

Last, the dazzling firelight burst, like ink diffusing into water, the barrier beca corrupted by flas in an instant, twirling into a towering fla tornado connecting heaven and earth.

“Run!”

By now, Fulin Moen had no other thoughts; the storm, surpassing everyone’s expectations, made her sense an intense aroma of death.

The air suddenly thinned as if the entire Dragon Blood Forest gasped, causing everyone’s lungs to stiffen.

Their heads buzzed with pressure, and even the air they forced into their throats was like swallowing a piece of hot charcoal.

The fla tornado pulled Dragon Blood Forest into a countdown to death.

Finally, like the pulsing of blood, the fla tornado exploded; the entire Dragon Blood Forest ignited.

So of Fulin Moen’s subordinates, as well as those of Prince Louis, were unable to dodge in ti, being right at the edge; the flas burned them into screaming human-shaped fire columns, with the armor lting under the fire mixed with countless magic, magic potions, and enhancents.