The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 683 - 683 508 Sighing NPC【!】2

683: Chapter 508: Sighing NPC【!】_2 683: Chapter 508: Sighing NPC【!】_2 For this, the Dusk Princess died several tis over.

“I really want to experience Lind’s storyline.”

Despite saying so, experiencing Lind’s invincible story and testing his skills wasn’t important.

Contrarily, the present plot gave him a vague feeling, possibly hinting at so special reward.

Finally, he succeeded in escaping to safety, standing atop a huge boulder and turning to gaze upon that naless castle, watching as the green sea of ghosts completely engulfed the building.

But the Majestic Shield did not leave either.

The moving green sea of ghosts devoured all life within the castle, and the towering figure ceased to appear.

Once again, he opened his eyes.

“No, it seems that the correct process should involve rescuing the Majestic Shield as well.”

After attempting ti and again, if it weren’t for the Undead sharing information amongst themselves, they might have already given up.

Ultimately, the Dusk Princess step by step “advanced the story” and understood everything still related to the King; it was essential to find every possible way to get the loyal Majestic Shield to follow the King’s orders to flee.

The lengthy progression, fragnted story collection, the hidden plot conflict between the King and Princess, props proving identity, and so on.

There were also what seed to be critically important lines.

Pressed against the cold, hard armor, the Dusk Princess was held under the arm of the Majestic Shield, who, carrying the heavy burden, traced a dramatic roar of wind through the sky when taking flight, launching from one point and perfecting a parabolic arc out of the castle, landing on the ground.

The Dusk Princess was put down and turned to look towards the castle, as the green sea of ghosts once again engulfed it.

They sward over every foothold like crazed ants and surged out of the castle like a viscous flood.

“We’re leaving!” the Majestic Shield declared.

Pulling the Dusk Princess along, he ran towards the distance, outpacing the ghosts with speed, their “heh heh heh” mocking laughter attempting to cling on.

Several powerful ghosts managed to catch up, but lacking their nurical advantage, they only t defeat at the hands of the Majestic Shield.

The sparse ghosts perpetually pursued them, constantly harassing, impossible to stop killing.

“Lord Rodwede?”

The Dusk Princess felt compelled to remind that those things were increasing in number.

“No need to fear.”

Suddenly, the Majestic Shield stomped on the ground, pivoting on his left foot, turning his towering body to face backward.

His right fist clenched.

In that mont, the Dusk Princess finally understood what [Majestic Shield] ant; the fast-approaching green ghosts quickly found their weapons shatter, staring blankly at their empty hands.

“F*ck.”

Although she knew that at the level of “Deities,” they are all bound to unusual settings and rules, seeing the Majestic Shield utterly destroy the enemies’ weapons, the Dusk Princess couldn’t help but feel like swearing.

Directly prohibiting attack, so this is the ultimate defense, huh.

But the ghosts’ attack wouldn’t cease just because they lost their weapons, they continued to charge.

The Majestic Shield again raised his palm before swiftly clenching his fist.

The entire green sea of ghosts froze once more.

“Lord Rodwede?” the Dusk Princess had to remind him not to be stubbornly fixated on fighting the “great” sacrifice of the King seed stupid, but of course, she couldn’t say it bluntly.

He asked seriously, “Is there a way to co back and save the castle?”

To co back ant they had to leave now.

Giving him a sign of hope, avoiding the Majestic Shield’s stubborn refusal to leave, fighting desperately.

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?”

“Disaster descends, and ghosts consu everything; civilization will be destroyed.

What we might do is not to save here but to serve as knights protecting this place.” The Majestic Shield’s answer was incredibly calm, not at all like soone who would die for the King countless tis.

Maybe before this, the Undead never made the correct choices, but in the “true history,” the character played by the Undead made the right decision.

The Dusk Princess looked at the majestic figure beside her, acknowledging the “Divinity” in him at this mont – strong, tall, a face completely obscured by helt and visor, expressionless, yet firm determination could be heard from his steady tone.

“How do we protect it?”

The question was logically raised.

Majestic Shield: “Let it be eternally forgotten.”

“What?” He thought he had heard wrong.

“Let this nation be forever forgotten in the ancient and endless green nightmare.”

The voice of Majestic Shield grew firr and firr.

“To guard this secret is to protect other lives.”

“Alright, have it your way.”

The Dusk Princess, who had wanted to utter a few flattering words before, obediently complied when she saw the endless swarm of ghosts; there was really no need to force Majestic Shield to fight to the death now that the plot had progressed this far.

The gaze of the Dusk Princess followed Majestic Shield, looking onward.

A rugged mountain path stretched to the limits of sight, arching upwards as if pointing to the sky; focusing on it, it seed that one could simply run towards that direction and soar to the horizon, leaving this place behind.

“Wait for !”

He took big strides to catch up.

“Is that a cliff?”

“It turns out to be a cliff.”

Opening her eyes, the Dusk Princess was still a bit dazed.

Had she completed the story experience?

If so, had she triggered any plot events?

“It would be great to return to Enstad Continent once.”

If she could initiate Majestic Shield’s storyline, it would surely be deed a great achievent.

Then she could farm so materials and get so unique attire, how delightful that would be.

…

“Undead Scourge?”

Lind was rarely troubled, but issues with the Abyss weren’t yet resolved, and now the Undead Scourge unexpectedly reared its head.

Different from the Undead Wizards on the Death Path, controlling corpses was all about brute strength, but the Undead Scourge was different; when it swept across the world, not even the Fourth Scourge could be sure of victory.

Both parties were of the type that were ruthless and unkillable.

If this world were truly a ga, the victory of the Undead seed almost certain, as there would always erge a “Hero” or a “Main Character” leading millions of Foot Soldiers to a Happy Ending, joining hands and proceeding to the next major update, and then uniting against the new enemy.

But reality saw Lind capable of intervening with ease, boosting his influence to guide the officials.

If he could resolve the Abyss or even redeem it to beco an ally of justice, he could directly bring an end to the version 2.0 update, and the Undead would face a network disconnection.

When the next eting would happen is uncertain, it could be years or even decades later.

Because this is the real world, when the true battle begins, the Undead may not be able to handle the Fourth Scourge.

The Undead need to rest, use the restroom, and consider whether constantly killing will lead to psychological disorders, but the undead do not.

Each Deity could lead to a long “Side Quest”, and if Lind were to get involved in every one of them, divided attention would not suffice, and he would need to divide his focus tenfold.

Perhaps he could even chat with himself to alleviate boredom.

“Chat with myself?

Then wouldn’t I be like a spider that’s gained sentience.”

It was obviously better for the Undead to concern themselves with these matters and compile “Strategies” or to simply have the Undead max out the favorability with those Deities and recruit them into his ranks as part of a quest, then reward them accordingly.

While Lind was pondering whether to let the Deities of Enstad Continent issue quests or to ask Miss Tione, the ‘Sister of the Circle’, to lend a hand, noises ca from outside.

“What the hell?

How has the blockade been removed?

Has soone else entered before us?

I suggest we retreat now; there must be a big shot.”

“Pretend your mom, aren’t you the sa as ?

Seeing that the roof of the battle building has been blown off, you wanted to co over and pick up the spoils, right?”

“Finder’s keepers, right?”

Two Undead slowly approached and saw the doors decorated with a special badge of eagles and lions, and the buildings engulfed in flas and destroyed by the terrifying onslaught.

And among the ruins, a familiar figure standing before a corpse.

Lind Armand in his lted Armor.

Since Lind was contaminated and controlled by the Abyss, transforming into the Black Knight, he had renounced his title of Lord and beca a wandering free NPC, but all the Undead knew well that Lind’s influence was too great, present in almost every corner.

He seed to beco a hands-off boss after handing everything over.

“Wait, why is there an exclamation mark above his head?”

A NPC sighing with an [!]

Up to now in the ga, not a single exclamation mark had been seen, except for those badges worn by NPCs in Star Dragon City if they don’t count.