The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 707 - 707 520 Hot Update Level 30

707: Chapter 520 Hot Update, Level 30 707: Chapter 520 Hot Update, Level 30 The King of Black Phosphorus, with his wings that shaded the sky and covered the sun, tried his best to display his terrifying aura.

Lind Armand, who was now sizable enough to be called a “giant,” still seed thin in front of that mountainous huge form.

The ancient giant dragon shifted its body, black fragnts falling and sparking up clusters of flas as they struck the ground.

The wings trembled, and jagged rock-like scales stood erect.

Crackling sounds increased, the fallen debris collided with the body, sparks flying.

In the eyes of the onlookers, it was as if an unprecedentedly huge volcano was shaking and spouting a teor fire rain, with sparks filling the view, leaving only a sea of fire wherever one looked.

A re body movent already spelled catastrophe.

Flapping its wings to fly, the resulting storm and sparks collided, imdiately whipping up a tempest that could baptize the whole land.

A line of barrage floated by, followed by colorful barrages.

“Cool, cool, cool!”

“Handso alert up ahead, everyone pay attention!”

“Suggest to block the ‘Wish’ feature.”

“Suggest to turn off the barrage.”

“Can I buy it?

I’m buying!”

“Got the King of Black Phosphorus, wish fulfilled!”

“Wishing to get off.”

“Wishing health to family mbers.”

The battle raged on, and a heavily wounded Lind Armand struggled to stand after the flas swept the land, an epic background music began to play.

The thud of drums and Lind Armand raising his lted Armor Fla Iron Boots slowly landed on the sa beat.

One step, then another, like hamrs, pounding on the background music’s 4/4 beat, and also pounding on the hearts of the viewers.

Silently taking steps,

Giants running upon the earth, the little people shouting “Attack!” appeared like ants in sight.

The King of Black Phosphorus spread its wings towards the sky, racing neck and neck with the giant Lind.

When black and red completely took over the vision, the real collision unfolded.

A mountain vanished in the energy collision, pillars of fire piercing the sky, forcing the heavens to don a red glow.

The battle was completely one-sided, the King of Black Phosphorus’s entrance utterly overwheld the Abyss, dragon claws possessing absolutely irresistible massive strength.

Crimson firelight and the Dark Fla intertwined, converging on Lind, illuminating his Ghost Cloak on his shoulder, further emphasizing the gleaming treasures he wore.

The Abyss completely fell.

From the mont the King of Black Phosphorus made its entrance, there was no longer any parity in the battle.

In the final scene, atop the shattered stone ruins, the giant Black Dragon roared upwards, flaunting its power, allowing the darkness to entirely fill the fra.

But as the cara tilted slightly, it finally settled on the figure standing quietly in the rubble’s corner, arms wrapped around his chest like a statue.

In front of him, the once-powerful King of Black Phosphorus now turned completely into a black backdrop.

Lind turned off the video, certain that he hadn’t made any small moves and that the video wasn’t produced by him, but it was true that he accidentally beca the “protagonist.”

He opened a second video, this one of a discursive nature about science.

“Welco to my channel, today we are talking about history, Hastings of the Knights of the Apocalypse…”

Listening to the Undead’s science introduction, especially the part that emphasized the “mount” attribute of the King of Black Phosphorus, Lind thought to himself: “This ti it’s really not my fault.”

With just a bit of information, the Undead could dig up various kinds of data with unimaginable thods, and even if they couldn’t, they could well make up their own stories, just as the Knights of the Apocalypse under the Sun’s Testant were quite famous.

There was too much information, easy to find with just a little search.

Before this, the King of Black Phosphorus had already spread tales about itself nurous tis, through nursery rhys, the Bard’s crude stories, the images existing in paintings, and so on.

The mount of the Dragon Knight Hastings, the King of Black Phosphorus, with the story reaching this point, had its label firmly nailed down.

Mount!

There was a bright side, however; the great battle CG made by the Undead was evaluated as the most exaggerated scene ever, all Undead present claid it felt as if they truly arrived at the scene of the apocalypse.

Many people wished to re-enact role-playing plots related to the King of Black Phosphorus, to reminisce about previous episodes.

Lind was quick to indulge them, allowing entry into the mory of the story Dominus had sketched out for a very small fee, where they could play as an observing Undead.

Want to play as the King of Black Phosphorus?

That will cost extra!

After playing as the King of Black Phosphorus, few Undead would refuse to collect a set of related equipnt and weapons, especially cards.

The first batch of forging blueprints related to the King of Black Phosphorus had also been released, taking advantage of the hype; surely, many Undead would scramble to forge the equipnt, ready for an equipnt update – as long as there wasn’t a big difference in attributes, soone would always want to try out the new gear.

In terms of equipnt design, the King of Black Phosphorus had an edge over Lind, who only thought to “pay tribute” to the costus of other works, while the other had genuine designs that matched the aesthetic of the age.

That’s the advantage of not being an official operator; anything goes.

He was rely an innocent NPC—how could they twist it onto his head?

Let the ga take the bla, and he just needed to be seen as an “event ambassador,” a “special costu supplier” in the eyes of the Undead.

Lind was planning to use the power of the story Dominus to make the cards move like in “Harry Potter,” using the uniqueness of Divine Authority to ensure his creations couldn’t be copied.

He helped himself generously when copying, but he didn’t wish to be copied by other Lords.

They were all old monsters who’d lived for hundreds and thousands of years, and at the mont, Lind had no advantage rely from the “mission” function.