The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 667 - 667 500 Legend2

667: Chapter 500 Legend_2 667: Chapter 500 Legend_2 Lunge stance with a dragging sword, within the blue light of the soul is a burning high-temperature Battle Armor.

After this figure appeared, it did not use any area attacks but moved forward with the simplest slashing posture, one blade for each, without even using the “Diffusion” effect.

The sky cycles with the sun and moon, and the slashing continues.

From the outside, one can only see a horde of Demon Beasts enveloped into a moving giant sphere, so large that it connects the ground to the clouds above.

Lind steps on the corpse of an Eagle-shaped Demon Beast, moving forward slowly, and the pressure within his spirit was subtly released.

After drinking the “Storm Knight Path” Magic Potion, Lind felt the changes in his soul, as if it was growing, trying to break free from the constraints of the body, which was definitely not good news.

His consciousness was several tis faster than before, but his own body was very sluggish, feeling completely unable to keep up.

This was the Noble Body of internal test, up until the public test it was considered a mini BOSS level, unexpectedly, it couldn’t bear the power of a Legendary Storm Knight Path.

Lind could only let his soul try to adapt to his body, he had no intention of becoming a Ghost yet.

Constant slashing was barely satisfying his needs, using consumption to stabilize.

At this mont, Lind felt as if he had the power of a vast ocean condensed into a fierce weapon, confident enough to split any foe, cutting through everything in front even space and ti.

All were illusions, he knew, but it was hard to ensure he wouldn’t fall into them.

Slowly, the feeling of exhaustion surged.

Finally, his soul completely squeezed into his body.

Both needed to adapt to each other.

Legendary Storm Knight, that was the highest level Lind could achieve by drinking the Magic Potion, according to the Undead level calculation ranging from 51-60 level, considered notably strong even in Magic Land.

The light on his body converged rapidly, the lted Armor clinging tightly to his body, he appeared “thinner” than before.

He elegantly turned around, his wrist rapidly rotating, the blade harvesting life.

The speed, faster now.

Lind looked down at the countless Eagle-shaped Demon Beast corpses below, his hands firmly gripping the sword handle.

The simplest way to deal with them.

Vertical Slash!

The Demon Beast giant sphere was split into two halves, unlike before, now he was a Legend, no longer holding back the basic strength, Lind’s combat burst strength directly entered the range of 5th-6th ring.

Even if he faced the Corrupt King directly, he dared to fight, provided the opponent didn’t release dogs.

Azure soul slashing.

Sweeping, vertical slicing.

Invisible shockwaves swept across the mountains, those sharply dangerous Demon Beast claws, dark eagle eyes, dimming in the sweeping attack attempting to alter the terrain, causing a corpse rain beneath the mountains.

“It’s like pouring a cup of blood-red wine specifically to celebrate my stepping into Legend.”

Lind stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, looking upwards at the sky, towards the endless horde of Demon Beasts.

The Battle Armor mask shattered, he pulled out the second vial of Magic Potion and drank.

If the body could still endure, then it’s better to seize the day.

This ti, he drank the Molten Fla Knight Path Magic Potion, logically, drinking the Undead Knight Path Magic Potion would have been the best choice, like Wen Riven, who would not die even if his head exploded, could recover even if his heart was pierced, completely an undying monster, most suitable for prolonged battles.

But the higher-level Magic Potions were not like the earliest ones.

Like the Great Knight Level Magic Potion, drinking it, even if sothing went wrong, would just cause mutations in the body, like Dragon Skin Armorer Bard who would grow extra arms.

Also, Frost Archer Lance, who grew antlers on his head.

They were blocked from advancing further, but their lives were not in danger.

Further on, one mistake, and directly turn into a viscous pus.

Lind even felt that if he made a mistake drinking the Molten Fla Knight Path Magic Potion this ti, he would likely be absorbed in reverse by the lted Armor.

After all, it was also once called “Deities,” a kind of unique “Divine Skin.”

The Magic Potion tasted cool and was actually quite pleasant.

“Uh?”

He multitasked, dealing with a suicidal charge by a horde of beasts while observing changes in his body.

The “career tree” did not bear new fruits; instead, an existing fruit began to tremble, burning fiercely.

Path of the Furnace Lord, Supply Fla Knight.

Should he directly rge, transition the path from Supply Fla Knight to Molten Fla Knight, or separate the two?

Of course, rging them was the choice; he had already reached the limit of drinking Magic Potions and figured he wouldn’t drink any more even if he found an advanced potion recipe of the Furnace Lord.

And the chances were incredibly slim.

It seed like nothing had changed; the Supply Fla Knight beca the Molten Fla Knight, also elevated to Legendary level.

Lind could feel an intense affinity with flas, unlike the Supply Fla Knight who used flas passively and couldn’t ignite them himself, relying on the flas of the Sun Knight; now, he could ignite flas on his own.

Flas brewed in his chest, then burst forth under his absolute control.

Hordes of demon beasts died, and the ground lava surged.

Thick smoke rose into the already darkened sky, obstructing the view.

When Lind looked down, he found he had successfully altered the terrain.

“The third bottle, Dragon Knight.

I don’t seem to have a dragon?” Lind looked up, gulping down the Magic Potion and casually tossing the bottle aside.

Whether he had a dragon or not was irrelevant.

…

Enstad Continent.

I am Thunder God Thor, attired in wolf skin, cautiously advancing with a hamr in hand.

The fur coat is this snowy realm’s traditional attire; the hamr is mostly for appearances, given I’ve nad myself Thunder God Thor…

using a Magic Wand felt like climbing over walls to join Loki.

“Howl!”

A howl of wolves echoed from afar; I, as Thunder God Thor, also looked up and mimicked the howling, and soon two wolves, two ters tall at the shoulder, approached.

One had fur as white and beautiful as snow, the other was sleek, dark, and handso.

Originally, to raise these two wolves, I am Thor rejected another wizard profession, choosing his current support profession instead; but he has no regrets.

Being cool is not about the version of the ga, but a lifelong thing.

While others envied obtaining small pet cats in Magic Land, I am Thunder God Thor already had two handso, powerful wolves assisting him, making him a lone ranger on missions unless friends forced him online to join them.

“What’s up ahead?”

I am Thunder God Thor could understand what his two wolves were saying, although sotis I had to guess.

His favorite is the realistic style of this ga, like raising two black and white wolves from pups, taking them hunting for weaker demon beasts when they were small.

Once they grew stronger, they would lead , Thunder God Thor, to hunt powerful foes.

The bond was beyond what could be described as rely between a player and a ga; belonging to another world experienced daily during sleep, far more than our human world, could one still separate reality from ga?

He wasn’t sure about others, but I am Thunder God Thor was certain his relationship with the wolves was real.

“Holy shit!”

Without needing the two wolves to explain, I am Thunder God Thor already saw changes in the distant horizon; the dark sky was suffocating.

“Wait, why does that look so familiar?”

He took out his telescope.

Essential items for Undeads operating solo, like “compass,” “telescope,” “Papermaking Skill,” are taught on forums.

A compass is helpful for most Undeads; orientation is tricky.

Needless to ntion Papermaking Skill and Printing Technology, their success allows Undead to freely write books, draw, with many self-published comics having terrifying sales.

Finally, the telescope, crucial for quick reconnaissance.

“Isn’t that a bunch of level twenty bald birds?

How many, tens of thousands, or millions?”

I am Thunder God Thor gasped.

Judging the distance by the size, it’s still very far, he thought and decided to turn back.

Too dangerous ahead, ti to bail.