The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 681 - 681 507 Please Conquer the Boss with Love2

681: Chapter 507 Please Conquer the Boss with Love_2 681: Chapter 507 Please Conquer the Boss with Love_2 Another black screen, ti sped by quickly.

Dawn broke.

“Oh no…”

Love and Hate Warrior Camilla looked at the now mostly empty village, a smile on her face.

That’s how gas should be played.

…

Lind watched as the experiences he had gone through in the Moonlight Kingdom were cut out and ford into individual stories experienced by the Undead.

This is indeed “role-playing”, although it’s quite different from directly altering reality and creating identities; not many Undead are willing to participate.

There’s no actual benefit, unless a stunningly beautiful female NPC appears to excite the Undead’s enthusiasm.

In fact, as soone was ssing around with this plot, calls were already coming from below.

“Requesting Lind and Rania’s storyline.”

“Do I, Tu Ya, have no dignity?

Quickly pull out the love line.”

“I’m different, I want to see Lind and Miss Esha’s love story.”

“Why are there so few?”

…

Lind swished his long blade.

Boom!

A massive body fell beside him, kicking up a dense cloud of dust.

Knowing that his experiences in the Moonlight Kingdom were known to the other party ans that their part of the Divine Skin is stronger than his, with higher authority.

However, that doesn’t an they are more capable—at least they can’t modify reality or write stories.

He really wanted to rush over and capture the opponent, but he knew it wasn’t that simple; the opponent also owns a Divine Skin, and might have even transford it into Divine Authority, making it very difficult to capture them if they decided to flee.

Just like the Deities he had encountered before—if they had been intent on fleeing rather than fighting, Lind would have had no way to catch up and eliminate them.

As he was contemplating, Lind had unknowingly fought his way through the front gate of Misty Rain City and stood before the Ring Knight stationed here.

“Is this the Ring Knight?”

Lind observed the silver-haired knight before him.

A slender, diamond-shaped shard of the Magic Ring jutted obliquely from his left cheek, piercing from the cheekbone to the chin, turning a handso face sinister.

Combined with the pale outfit and the crimson cloak, he resembled a blood-dipped Vampire.

The hall was high and spacious, the silver-haired Ring Knight with a short-handled hamr in hand silently observed Lind.

Buzz—

The diamond-shaped shard of the Magic Ring on his cheek shone brightly.

A few cot-like streaks rged into the short-handled hamr, and with a flick of the wrist, he brought it crashing down on Lind who t the attack with his long blade in hand.

He too wanted to test the power the so-called Ring Knight could burst forth with when his basic strength was not yet at the legendary level.

Boom!

The collision sent a shockwave that ripped the roof off.

“So you can’t produce mushroom clouds, huh.”

His fiancée could easily create mushroom clouds; a clear winner in comparison.

The silver-haired Ring Knight quickly backed away, grabbing the diamond-shaped Magic Ring Shard on his face and snapping it—”crack”—the previously sealed mouth suddenly opened.

Energy rapidly condensed in his mouth.

Lind could feel the change in the air around him, it was apparent that favored by the Magic Ring Shard, the Ring Knight had a stronger advantage in elental control.

The energy in the air seed to be abruptly drawn out, making him feel a slight difficulty breathing.

Golden ghostly arms extended from the back of his cloak, swiftly coalescing into a gold Ghost Dragon that crouched behind Lind, opening its maw, attempting to seize control of the elents in the air.

Dragon Knight, a Mage among knights.

Both parties rapidly divided their power.

Lind raised his long blade with both hands, chopping down from above.

Light burst forth.

The Ring Knight fell.

He picked up the largest Magic Ring Shard he had ever seen until now; it was like a small icicle hanging under a winter eave, crystal clear with power continuously flowing into him.

He even felt the urge to drive this thing into his skull and beco the new Ring Knight.

“His strength was at most Epic, at the level of three or four rings, but with this Magic Ring Shard, he could rise to the power of five rings.”

Furthermore, the aura produced when bursting forth and stirring up the elents surprised Lind.

Had he not released the Ghost Dragon to cause a distraction and split the burden, and then acted quickly himself, he might have actually gotten hurt.

Though for Lind, getting hurt was like yawning—hardly worth ntioning.

As long as he doesn’t die, he is unscathed.

“Huh?”

While distracted by the “Bard,” Lind noticed a title above an Undead.

“Wait, Majestic Shield?

Isn’t that one of the Deities from the Enstad Continent?”

Why would they be here?

But soon, Lind realized the crux of the matter.

It was the old man in the painting who had made contact with the other party.

“What a covetable ability.”

Lind admitted he was envious of this ability, to continuously weave various illusions for the Undead to experience.

“Damn, what is this?”

The Undead Dusk Princess looked down at her body.

Although her ID was Dusk Princess, those in the know understood that he must be a man.

The Dusk Princess, a classic from the Zelda series.

Now she transford into a Soldier, clad in a suit of Magic Plate Armor, holding a spear that was excessively long, like a slender young tree.

Looking up, a red ribbon was tied to the spear’s point.

The entire environnt seed to be coated with a layer of dull, hazy filter, with only the red ribbon glaringly scarlet in the air.

“Where’s the plot introduction?

Where are my teammates?

Isn’t this online?”

The scene changed so abruptly that she was still disoriented.

Dusk Princess turned her head, searching.

Then, a voice ca.

“Once upon a ti, a very long ti ago…”

Dusk Princess couldn’t help but want to make a sarcastic remark.

So it starts with a fairy tale.

Could the textual plot settings be a bit more heartfelt, please?

She listened to the story with a distracted state of mind, recognizing the voice; it was the Bard from outside.

“I guess my luck is really bad.”

To her knowledge, everyone heard a different story.

Of course, with the high number of the Undead, so repetition of stories was inevitable; no matter how many tales the other party cramd in his belly, it wouldn’t be too many.

Currently, a popular story is “Traveler Rescues the Girl,” in which the Undead plays a Traveler who cos to a village from afar and gets warmly invited by the hospitable yet poor villagers to a lively dance party.

During the dance, the Traveler pairs with a beautiful girl.

Multiplayer is an option, but the affection line is hard to boosts.

Next, the beautiful girl gets kidnapped by the Forest Evil Witch, and the Traveler bravely confronts the Witch for love, saving the girl and thereafter living happily ever after with her.

It looks like a straightforward fairy tale, but what if the beautiful girl is truly stunning?

There’s a bonfire party, there’s food, there’s a hero saving the beauty, and even a kiss.

You can always trust LSP.

Curated by perverts, you’ll never feel shortchanged.

“I don’t think I’ve seen this plot before.”

Dusk Princess suddenly realized she seed to have joined a completely new role-playing dungeon.

The sky was dim with a dull luster.

She looked around; she was standing on a castle wall.

With the complex and towering fortifications, and layer upon layer of buildings, it reminded her of a certain unfriendly ga series where every corner could be hiding soone.

“Boom!”

A loud explosion suddenly ca from behind.

Dusk Princess was jolted, the feeling was peculiar, like ears that had been covered suddenly were uncovered, and the thunderous noise hamred her abdon, causing her to feel nauseated.

“Damn it, why are my sensory options not working!”

The ntal shock knocked her down.

Her body fell sitting on the ground.

“Clang!” The helt fell to the ground, and she shook her head slightly to clear her mind, noting that the helt, now dotted with dents, had rolled off her forehead, as though it had been hit by invisible strafing shots.

Lucky for her, otherwise her head would have surely “blood.”

“I didn’t expect the helt to be a Magic Item.”

This is a dungeon with high Mana.

Dusk Princess got up; she had been playing gas for so long but had never initiated 100% sensory perception, turning everything to the max.

At this mont, she could feel the freshness of her body, even goosebumps forming.

But she quickly realized that the goosebumps were not because she marveled at the vitality of life, but because there really was sothing filthy!

“Holy fuck, why is it a horror dungeon!”

A figure in ragged clothing, a Ghost, charged at her swiftly.

At the sa ti, the Bard’s voice ca through again: “You sense danger, you must find a way to defeat the Ghost.”

“I don’t want to play anymore!!”

Dusk Princess shouted loudly, but there was no response.

She scrambled to her feet and fled in panic.

Others got sweet romance fairy tales, so why did hers turn into a horror ga?