The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 630 - 630 482 Hunting Deities3

630: Chapter 482 Hunting Deities_3 630: Chapter 482 Hunting Deities_3 Although the flas had taken their voices, Fulin Mueen’s soul seed to hear their wailing.

Wave after wave of scorching heat brought the charred scent of death.

A storm churned in his stomach.

“Ugh,” the veteran who had experienced many battles couldn’t help but start vomiting.

This was the ghastly scene of thousands being roasted alive.

“Move!”

Fulin Mueen couldn’t care less, she led her subordinates in another direction, leaving the battlefield ablaze behind them, letting them chaotically “perform” on the “stage.”

Although she had witnessed the power of the deities nurous tis, this was the first ti she felt powerless, a force capable of erasing her greatest pride, her army.

The flas began to explode, turning into fireball teors flying aimlessly everywhere.

No one knew how the war would end, but the intensity of the battle continued to escalate, with heatwaves dancing across the sky.

Hastily turning his head to look back, Sekapus was already swinging his arms, starting a massacre of the undead.

Even at this point, the undead were hard-pressed to gain an advantage.

Their attacks were still largely ineffective.

Unless their numbers increased tenfold, or their collective level rose, reaching the “Hero” tier.

Figures flying in the sky burned and fell, even a Bat Wing Blood Wart Demon crashed in front of Fulin Mueen, still not dead.

“Damn, there are deserters, brothers, quick…” The words were cut off, turning into ashes.

The number of warriors around her was dwindling.

After hearing this, Fulin Mueen’s heart sank, fortunate those undead were still entangled with Sekapus in the distance.

But having previously seen the great deity calmly dealing with an undead assault, his now raging fury suggested…

was He afraid?

Outside the battlefield.

The Crimson Lady, Lena, transford into a crow, dodging the flas with flapping wings.

The mighty power of the deity thundered, the overflowing force causing sluggishness in the brain, making thinking difficult.

The undead kept attacking in an organized fashion, but even those precise hits on Sekapus’s head, even if the exploding flas enveloped his head, creating a burning fla head, turned the clouds fiery red, did not harm him at all.

“Keep attacking!” soone still shouted.

The resurrection of the undead continued relentlessly, no one chose to give up.

“The enemies you encounter must be the weaklings that wet their pants at the sight of your fangs, right?” A voice ca to her ears.

A familiar figure appeared beside Lena.

Although disguised, even growing out golden hair, Lena recognized him at a glance.

Lind Armand, the Black Knight, the man who made her “relentlessly chop.”

“Maybe?” Lena responded noncommittally.

Lind said, “The undead are cunning and smart warriors, like wolves.

When they individually face a strong adversary and find they cannot destroy it, they will not hesitate to withdraw.”

“I know.

It’s called changing the quest line,” Lena replied, having spent much ti with the undead.

Raiding, side quests, rewards, farming materials, and other “jargon” she knew well.

Spending a long ti with the undead, she also received so orders, issuing tasks to the undead was a skill Lind’s NPCs had to master.

Lind continued, “But if it’s a group of undead and they spot prey, their attitude changes, driving them to hunt until death or total destruction.”

“How do you know if it’s prey or a formidable opponent?” Lena asked.

She had seen the undead imdiately switch targets when they were losing and also encounter enemies who, knowing they would lose, would fight to the death.

The boundary was hard to distinguish.

“Bleeding,” Lind said, “As long as there is blood, they are the prey.”