The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 809 - 809 569 Battle Begins2

809: Chapter 569 Battle Begins_2 809: Chapter 569 Battle Begins_2 Even as he just started speaking, soone was already shouting “skip”, but luckily the situation wasn’t so bad that no one would pay attention.

They had to watch the play they were performing to the end.

Lind had absolute strong confidence in this war.

“Begin the war!”

The chosen battlefield was right in the heart of the Magic Land, a place with lakes, decaying ruins, vine-covered hos, even skeleton graves and treacherous mountains.

No supply issues, no need to worry about casualties, just charge forward without hesitation.

This might be the most absurd large-scale war.

After locking in their factions, the undead who were just in it for fun perked up.

Even if they lost, there would surely be MVP rankings or titles like “Glorious Defeat”.

The battlefield chosen by the undead “Loser Man” was an abandoned castle.

The massive castle looked like soone had violently torn off its roof, with vines entwined like spider webs and green shoots sprouting from the cracks in the bricks, seizing every possible opportunity.

“Really aweso.” He glanced at the livestream and subconsciously expressed his admiration.

The war had just started, both sides’ undead t and greeted each other with endless magical bombardnt, turning the whole sky into a colorful blaze.

The temperature changed dramatically, with ice and high-temperature flas switching in an instant.

The small undead squad at the front ran headlong into explosions and were blown to ashes, but soon more people charged forward.

Loser Man chose this castle for its simplicity in skirmishes since large-scale armies couldn’t maneuver here.

Suddenly, a sound of sothing breaking through the air ca from above.

The whistling sound made his heart pound, and when he looked up, he saw a golden streak crashing down quickly.

“Boom!”

An explosion, dust spreading, flying gravel shooting into the sky, then falling like a torrential rain after reaching its highest point.

A series of impacts.

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His life points crazily dropping woke Loser Man up, he sat up and shook his head, seeing his health bar reduced to more than half from the aftershock, his mind blank.

The surroundings beca even more desolate and ruined than before.

Thankfully, his position was relatively safe; the thing that fell from the sky toppled several walls, with several large rocks randomly above him, completely covering him.

He quickly got up and peered through the gaps.

“Take the point!”

Soone shouted.

Hostile undead were rushing over, but it seed there was more to it.

Loser Man saw the undead from his own faction charging up.

1V1

“Good opportunity!”

As he had expected, the majority of undead wouldn’t like this terrain as knights couldn’t charge, and wizards found aiming difficult.

If he charged out to help now, they could quickly secure victory.

But just as he was about to move, he saw the golden light bombarding again, dust swirling upwards.

The Ring Knight Rania, the “Golden Queen”, in golden battle armor, with the Spirit Sword on her back, had shown her red na.

“Hold on?” Loser Man’s mind went blank again.

If a BOSS appears in a ruined place, how does that count?

Is it wild or the main city?

Quickly, he no longer needed to think because, when the golden light dissipated and the dust settled, a large flag planted on the ground—a product of alchemy—could be heard humming at a distance.

“So, this is a tower defense ga.”

Seize the strongholds.

Thus, his primary goal shouldn’t be to fight others since they were outnumbered; he could go for a flag steal.

“Lost, how is this even playable?”

Soone was complaining in the livestream he was focused on.

Just as Rania planted the flag, almost simultaneously, flags were planted elsewhere too.

With a miniature magical model for real-ti observation, one could see that the battlefield was taken in an instant, becoming Lind’s land.

Outnumbered, Duke Hein’s undead made a charge attack but had to retreat, breaking distance, moving the battlefield northward unknowingly.

Wherever they went, they planted flags.

Even if a couple of people successfully stole a flag, they’d end up in an ocean of undead.

“This ga is unplayable, the balance is terrible, without any epic feel.” Loser Man complained, raised his hands, and walked out of the corner.

Surrendered.

anwhile, Lind watched as the undead rapidly advanced, allocating BOSS-level NPCs to seize territories, a strategy different from Duke Hein, who didn’t let any powerful subordinates show up.

This suggested that the opponent had likely gathered all the subordinates together to form the final defense line.

The turtle-shell-like defense formation gave Lind a headache.

One six-ring powerful figure started a range attack, and the undead charging forward like moths to a fla had no ans other than suicide attempts.

An undead reacted quickly, using continuous shielding and defensive magic to withstand a range attack.

But!

The enemy had more than one powerful figure.

Two six-ring figures stood together, simultaneously unleashing different elental range attacks, thoroughly hindering the undead’s advance.

No powerful undead could break through two six-ring figures skilled in range attacks, not to ntion the third, fourth, fifth behind…

Lind watched as his undead were shattered again and again, the shockwaves sweeping like a blooming flower and knocking down everyone in contact.

Even those who forcefully resisted with smart tactics swiftly collapsed under the ensuing rainstorm of flaming halos.

“There are five guarding the gate; there are at least a dozen inside.” Lind pondered how to break through the gate.

With the deities’ power being far superior to the undead, and their attack range far exceeding the undead’s limit, magical duels often resulted in visible short-range attacks countered by devastating far-range magic explosions.

Suddenly, the sky was torn by a fierce fla, intense heat drilling into the eyes of all who saw it, igniting their pupils.

Lind’s undead suffered heavy losses imdiately.

The crowd faintly saw a powerful twisted figure adept at spewing fire, with astonishingly dense fire magic elents in its flas.

“Power from another dinsion,” Lind said, “Seems like our Duke Hein found new allies.”

The defensive-counterattack turned the undead into pawns, standing there lost.

Lind raised his axe, walking out of Sin Dragon Castle, standing on the dragon’s head.

“Open the portal!”

The dinsional rift was torn open; figures of powerful beings appeared above the undead army, revealing their original forms.

The long-awaited million-player war on the sa screen finally arrived.

A brilliant fla streaked across the sky, striking the twisted figure, followed by successive bombardnts.

Everyone heard the heart-shaking, terrifying piercing scream.

The monster spewing fire in one mont exploded in the next, raining blood on the battlefield.

Its massive body turned into a flaming teor, falling towards Lind’s undead.

Fireballs bombarded, and the undead fell.

But no one got hurt, for they found their attributes experiencing a massive boost.

A reward after winning a war?