The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 812 - 812 571 Crest Remnants

812: Chapter 571 Crest Remnants 812: Chapter 571 Crest Remnants The storm was torn apart by the charging chariot.

Lind broke through on the chariot, and pierced the figure chanting a magic spell with the Soul Spear.

It was like precisely hitting a drop of water jumping from the surge of waves in the vast ocean, the flas exploded from within the opponent, transforming into a burning cross, strapping the figure to the scorching rack.

The proud figure and the prolonged chanting were abruptly cut off, the body shattered like the image of the Virgin Mary in the reflections of stained glass, the soul-piercing attack and the body-burning flas totally destroyed it from inside out.

The chariot changed direction, leading Lind to gallop on the battlefield, helping him to successfully aim the spearhead at every hidden enemy.

Lind was like a blazing fire basin in the night, slaughtering everywhere, he had beco the War God, no one could hinder his charge.

Those figures attempting to rush up faced not only Lind, but also the Bunny-toothed Witch who was constantly protecting him.

Shields blossod around him, making his charge easier.

Far in the rear, Duke Hein watched the battlefield.

The completely ruined city, mutual slaughter, the suffocatingly nurous Undead, and Lind Armand’s side pressing on relentlessly.

In his eyes, Lind Armand’s body seed to contain unlimited power, scorching hot.

Galloping on the battlefield, Lind sensed sothing amiss, powerful forces hovered like black mist overhead, everyone involved in the fight understood that sothing was about to arrive.

“Retreat.” Lind said.

The usually frenzied chariot now beca extrely compliant, the Bunny-toothed Witch worriedly watched Lind, but only saw his smile.

“You cannot participate in this battle.”

The overwhelming pressure from the strong presence, thick like glue, clogged Mico’s mouth, nose, and pores, her body shivered instinctively.

Even though the source of such terrifying pressure had not yet arrived.

The weather phenona usually driven by magic now swirled unreasonably due to the aura.

Including those Deities, they could feel a true “god” making an entrance.

Is the “god” determined by identity and race the sa as the “god” determined by powerful strength?

“Drink this.” Mico took out a bottle of Magic Potion.

The Magic Potion radiated brilliant colors, Lind felt he could hear a familiar heartbeat from it.

He didn’t hesitate, grabbed the Magic Potion Bottle, and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

Thump thump!!

His heart beat powerfully and wildly.

Thump thump!!

Power surged into his chest, then was pumped throughout his body.

Only then did Mico say: “I made this potion from a Magic Ring Shard; it can enhance your power.

I’ve never tested it; the materials are too rare.

You might get injured.”

“You’ve helped a lot, Mico.” Lind said.

The highest cost would be death, but he didn’t lack a life.

The crest on his chest burned more fiercely, writhing madly beneath the armor, restrained by laws, fully supporting his body, giving him a pressing urge to release the surging power.

Power usually stalled at around 5 rings, successfully enhanced to 6 rings at this mont.

However, how much power remained after the release was uncertain.

“Defeat him.” Mico clenched her fist, “Reclaim all his treasures.”

“Alright, I’ll steal them all back for you!”

Lind jumped out of the chariot, hovered in the air.

When the opponent appeared with half his body covered by the crest, holding a trident, Lind sensed so sort of repulsion and attraction between them.

Arch-enemies.

Both were ancient nobles who unexpectedly absorbed divine power into themselves, successfully mastering this power without collapsing or losing sanity, and had advanced to greater strength as humans.

King of Kings, Duke Hein.

Lind had seen the opponent’s figure more than once in the Undead’s videos.

But had never seen him fully wield his power.

“Expecting to say sothing?” Lind looked at the newcor, “A fool deceived by the Undead?”

Duke Hein’s face darkened: “I will use your head as a chamber pot.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Lind examined his head, “Worried your brain is too small, can’t hold much piss.”

The battlefield around them had been fiercely cleared.

The Undead listened to the two lord-level NPCs spewing trash talk, looking at each other.

Why not talk about mission, why not discuss history, even a flashback would work, direct cursing made you look so unrefined.

“This is not the right ti.” Duke Hein looked at Lind.

They didn’t even have a valid reason to start the fight.

Indeed, he admitted he previously considered Lind a significant problem, but it didn’t an he wanted to battle Lind Armand at this point.

Perhaps power made Duke Hein accustod to force, he believed his suppression and forced attack, Lind could only grit his teeth and endure.

But he misjudged Lind’s endurance and speed of retaliation, a spark ignited an explosion.

“You think you can win?” Duke Hein’s trident pointed at Lind’s nose, “Or has the Undead’s admiration deluded you, thinking their cheer can empower you?

I will kill you.”

Lind’s skin turned blood red in response, roaring, he charged with a giant axe.

The axe transford various powers, its dazzling glow intended to cleave Duke Hein in half.