The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 787 - 787 558 Massive Talent2

787: Chapter 558 Massive Talent_2 787: Chapter 558 Massive Talent_2 “I got hit with a 100% injury buff,” another Undead said, “and then my fragile self got taken out in one hit.”

“Purely luck-based, definitely makes it more playable,”

“It must be a system intervention.”

“Hold on, let’s wait a bit longer before we touch that again,” Liuwei Dihuang Wan said, “They might have found a bunch of helpers from sowhere.

We must steal from his ho quickly, and cripple the [Core]!”

…

Sin Dragon Castle will appear on the battlefield at the start of the war, dropping a variety of unpredictable buff or debuff orbs that cannot be refused, purely dependent on luck.

This act, just as Lind had thought, did not cause strong resistance among the Undead; so complained while others thought it was very nice.

Of course, those who complained were the ones who received curses, while those who praised were the beneficiaries.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Sin Dragon Castle was still flying in the sky.

“You can’t give the Undead a choice, they must accept whatever cos.”

Lind was very satisfied with Sin Dragon, his partner, although sotis the Dragon could be quite chatty and had an intense fixation on kissing, but it was obedient.

No one would like to have a negative effect added to themselves, even the Undead who liked extre operations, for whom the precondition was that gains must outweigh the sacrifices.

Neither Sin Dragon nor Lind could provide those benefits, so they couldn’t let the Undead choose.

“Your main job from now on is to circle above, appear on the battlefield, and do nothing else.”

“I think this is already quite good,”

Seizing the opportunity, Sin Dragon threw out many curses, feeling quite relaxed.

The mood improved a lot, and anyone could hear it.

“Give the weaker side more strength, weaken the stronger side, or give them a chance for a desperate counterattack; occasionally let them win without suspense,” Lind said, “You can do a lot.”

He would never doubt the mischief of the giant dragons.

These long-lived powerful creatures, through the ages, had instinctively grown a brain capable of seeking fun automatically, and sotis Lind even suspected that brain was larger than the dragons’ cerebellum.

The sa territorial wars were happening rapidly, with a huge amount of resources being consud, as well as being discovered; working for others and for one’s self were two different things.

Construction of houses was more vigorous, roads were smoother, mining more ticulous, and even Teleportation Gates started to appear in large numbers.

A loud neighing sound ca from within Sin Dragon Castle.

“Back to Magic Land,” Lind said.

Circling above the battlefield, watching the ant-sized fighters below and occasionally dropping so energy orbs, Sin Dragon imdiately tore open the space.

Just before leaving for good, Sin Dragon shook the castle like a shrimp laying eggs, releasing a flurry of colorful orbs.

The warfare below imdiately intensified.

Magic Land, near the War Throne.

Feeling the presence of the King of Black Phosphorus, Sin Dragon beca much more behaved.

Lind walked to the castle gates.

The Undead probably never imagined Lind would enter the castle through the gate rather than by teleporting.

He opened the heavy gate, and in front was the giant head of Sin Dragon, stretching out from the shell of the castle.

He said, “I’ll leave the rest to you.

Oh, and rember to open up to the outside during the tis we agreed on, allowing the Undead into the castle.”

“I’m very aware, even if they co in and do nothing, we must let them in.”

Opening up at designated tis helps to foster a sense of ti in the Undead, while the irregular appearances of the deities also boost expectations.

The most important thing is to establish the significant image of Sin Dragon Castle in the hearts of the Undead; once irreplaceable, it represents authority.

“Also,” Lind finally said, “There’s been sightings of Starlet on the Enstad Continent, keep an eye out for it.”

Sin Dragon, flying in the sky every day, is like bait floating in front of one’s eyes.

But it’s uncertain what strength the hidden Starlet might have; whether it would excitedly co out upon seeing Sin Dragon, or hide away in fear, is unknown for now.

Lind leaped down from the dragon’s head and Sin Dragon Castle quickly left that space.

High above the clouds.

Lind overlooked the War Throne below; compared to when he first established it, the city-state nad “War Throne” had expanded several tis over, with houses spreading to the mountains and the dense crowds walking around, proving that this is the center of the Magic Land Undead.

“It’s a pity that Magic Land doesn’t have enough ‘fun’ things, and plenty of the Undead still prefer to stay in Newbie Village Continent.”

His figure descended swiftly, flickering several tis before landing.

rely looking at the scale, this place could definitely be considered a ‘Utopia,’ though the conditions for forming a Utopia were rather harsh, such as imdiate encirclent and extermination followed by expulsion for those daring to cause trouble.

Only under severe repression did this peace exist.

After nodding to the Undead greeting him on the roadside and selectively ignoring their ribald comnts, Lind arrived at the great hall.

Seeing the people in the hall made him raise an eyebrow.

The prodigy girl, Astrologer Isi, and Nur from the chanical God Cult.

Why were these two together?

“Do you two have sothing you need to see about together?” Lind looked at Nur, whose body was increasingly becoming chanical.

His gaze struggled to find a small portion of organic tissue on the other’s body, as most of it had been completely replaced with high-efficiency magic chanical parts.

Gears rotating at different frequencies had taken over the role of blood vessels, allowing energy to be transmitted not by blood but through the movent of gears.

Although the face still resembled Nur’s, it had beco entirely made of magic materials, which Lind guessed might be related to Nur’s initial transformation of his brain.

Nur’s innate talent for physical cultivation dood him to a limited future, so taking the path of chanical Ascension within the ‘Hong School’ faction of the chanical God Cult seed like destiny.

Without greater strength, one could not undertake more extensive research.

Should he stay with his current half-chanical body and be replaced or should he strive for a chance, even if it ant facing the Abyss?

Nur did not consider too much, he was very reckless.

“It’s about Miss Isi.” Nur said, “She has divined a future for that is imminent, yet filled with uncertainty.”

“What future?” Lind turned to Isi.

The red-haired girl slightly lifted her chin, a hint of pride on her face.

“I saw followers of the chanical God Cult.

They are nurous, but they’re trapped in a place, right within a relic of Misty Rain City.”

Lind had always been desperate for talent.

He even thought about giving Nur a Blessed Weapon to study, but all he could do was a bit better than the ‘Book Thief’ Do.

Thanks to his tireless magical body and strong mory, the only difference between them lay in the level of knowledge.

Creativity was a different matter.

Do had also tried to restore and reproduce an imperfect Teleportation Circle.

It was knowledge that held Do back.

The old Wizard holding a sword likely wished for chanical Ascension too, but fortunately, there was still much knowledge for him to learn, and he didn’t need to do so yet.

If a large group of chanical God Cult talents were to join, it would an rapid renewal and improvent of weapons and equipnt for Lind, which is an exponential increase in the strength of the Undead, a significant step closer to his goal.

“What is uncertain?” Lind asked.

“I’ve seen multiple futures.” Isi beca much more serious when ntioning prophecy, “It appears they start to pledge loyalty to Duke Hein.”

“And the other?” Lind had to admit he did not like that future.

A fight with that person was inevitable.

An opponent he had never t, but who had always kept tabs on him.

Compared to Duke Hein, he was undoubtedly an insignificant newcor in his eyes, a blaspher challenging authority.

“Total death.”

“Sounds really bad, isn’t there a part where they’re loyal to ?” Lind asked.

“That’s the third future.”

“It seems I should strive to make that future co true.” Lind would not pass up a large group of talents.

Yet unexpectedly, Isi’s smile suddenly bead, her mischievous deanor giving way to an innocent charm.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You will strive to make the future happen?” Isi blinked, gazing at Lind.

Lind put his hand on her head.

“Ouch!” Isi’s face was covered by her hood as the gigantic hand applied overwhelming pressure, causing her head to jerk downwards.

She pouted unhappily; why did everyone like to pat her head?

Lind’s voice ca through: “Don’t overthink it!

I will selectively make the future happen, I refuse to resign to fate.”

The future that is good for , I accept.

The future that isn’t good for …

is all false!