The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 714 - 714 523 Ring

714: Chapter 523: Ring…

God 714: Chapter 523: Ring…

God Twinkling stars appeared blurred in the dark night sky, like water-splashed oil paints.

The Iron Sword King standing atop the city wall felt a strong sense of unease.

He had removed his armor, wearing only a pair of long pants.

His muscular arms and chest were hard as mountain ridges, heaving with his breaths.

In truth, the armor-less Iron Sword King already looked less than “human,” his physique similar to a human’s, but the spine-looking bone layers from his back appeared horrifyingly thick.

Sword Demon is the deity worshipped by this country.

While the Rand Kingdom swept across the entire Shilu Continent, the Iron Construction Kingdom was able to firmly hold onto its land, which is enough to reveal the strength of Sword Demon.

The Undead living in Iron Sword Kingdom are different from other Undead; they are not valued, oppressed, and even their attempts to resist are futile, with the gap in top-tier strength firmly controlling the Undead.

Sword Demon generously created many masters of Heroic Rank.

Their side possesses Heroic Rank and even Epic Level powerhouses.

In contrast, the Undead always only have “High-rank,” and moreover, they follow the path of Sword Demon, forever unable to continue to the next Heroic Ranks with Magic Potion.

In the face of absolute power, numbers are aningless.

Boom!

A beam of light under the stars caught his eye, lifting from the ground and then piercing into the sky at an angle, like a rising shooting star in reverse.

Boom——!

The burst of light crackled, its dazzling brilliance as if dyeing that patch of dark night with splendor.

The Iron Sword King’s expression suddenly beca serious.

The Undead are attacking…

again?

“Enemy attack!”

The bugle was sounded, and the army protecting the Royal City sprang into action.

The Undead had never truly made a large-scale move, but whenever they would, the Iron Sword King felt it was very reasonable.

“Do you really think you can defy ?”

The Iron Sword King quickly donned his armor.

The war had begun, and soone would have to shed so blood for their folly.

Immortality does not an they are without counterasures against them.

“Soone will again suffer for their immortality.”

The Iron Sword King led his powerful subordinates and charged out, with bursts of white light flickering in the sky, lighting their path.

The failed stealth attack.

He assessed the Undead’s irrationality; in the face of great power disparity, sneaking up was the most logical choice, but the Undead seed to never understand this principle.

Red flas surged, one after another.

Scorching firelights tore through the darkness, turning in an instant into brilliant flaming teors, resembling volcanic ash after an eruption.

Although their power couldn’t turn the world upside down, they were definitely not magic that an “Ordinary Wizard” could conjure.

Perhaps hundreds of Undead Wizards could release such powerful hybrid magic, but the Iron Sword King was certain that it was a single spell, not a spell cast by hundreds of wizards in collaboration.

Boom!

A “teor” the size of a human head ca crashing, the Iron Sword King’s face illuminated red by the fire.

With a casual slap, he knocked the teor away.

The explosion engulfed him in light, dust obscuring the view for a mont, and the next he stepped out in his battle-damaged armor.

“A Heroic Rank Wizard!” The Iron Sword King’s expression was grave.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

A series of explosions erupted from the rear camp, and fortunately, aside from a dozen or so who didn’t react in ti and were knocked over by the first explosion, the rest of the Heroic Rank warriors began to act.

Magic resistance barriers were cast overhead, making the falling teors seem to strike an invisible undulating mirror.

There were also figures with swords leaping out, colliding with the flas in mid-air to detonate the teors prematurely.

The scattering sparks were like a downpour of red rain, engulfing the troops below.

And on another side of the battleground.

mbers of the Proud Blood Mad Sand Guild sharpened their knives, charging upon receipt of the signal.

Yet they were baffled halfway through their charge.

“Damn, what skill is that?”

Ordinary Wizards take forever to conjure a Fireball.

High-rank Wizards conjure Fireballs faster and occasionally produce a decent-sized firewall.

Heroic Wizards unleash teor Fire Rain, one wizard stronger than a hundred Undead, not only fast in chanting but also in magical damage, with a huge attack range.

As the charging mbers witnessed the robed figure with a Magic Wand suspended in the air, their eyes were filled with uncontrollable intense desire.

Soone couldn’t help but exclaim: “Mages, the forever answer to ga balance.”

The levitating figure landed, promptly pulled out a Magic Potion, and gulped it down.

There were three more figures beside him: one in Heavy Armor with a shield, one with a greatsword, and another whose body was far from ordinary, at least 70% chanically augnted.

“The boss belongs to us,” said the 70% chanically augnted Undead as agreed before.

The Proud Blood Mad Sand Guild master could not help but ask: “The Sword Demon’s influence in Iron Sword Kingdom is strong, health bar lengths exceed 100,000, are you four going in?”

“That’s none of your business.”

He who was at the forefront of the patch updates had nothing to say to the small guild mbers stuck at level 20.

The others reminded them: “When the lee starts, go for the easy targets, cleaning up the battlefield works too, sa as we said before, quick hands get the loot, slow ones get nothing, leave the tough ones to us.”

“Elite Monster incoming!” The shield-bearing Undead suddenly shouted.

Brown Lightning rapidly approached along the ground, with the greatsword-holding Undead gripping his sword and leaping forward to et the charge head-on.