The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 862: 595: The Plane War Launched to Save More Than a

Chapter 862: Chapter 595: The Plane War Launched to Save More Than a Dozen People

21 Assist and others rushed out of the prison with a dozen wizards who needed to be rescued.

Seeing the red-armored soldiers wandering outside, the wizards felt a heavy heart.

“Kill!”

The shouts of battle ca from behind.

The crazed undead quickly filled the road, swarming out like a floodgate being opened, rushing toward the walking corpses ahead.

The red-armored soldiers, seemingly without any consciousness, were instantly invigorated, raising their weapons.

In the mont of collision, so of the undead were imdiately cut down.

The road was too narrow and crowded, with too many undead squeezed out, everyone’s fists and feet can’t move freely, and to avoid harming their teammates, everyone was suppressing themselves.

“Go!” 21 Assist and others quietly left from the other side with the NPCs.

“They…” The wizards looked back every few steps.

Although they were not familiar, seeing countless people sacrificing themselves to rescue them, their hearts felt heavy.

“Our mission is to get you out.” 21 Assist’s expression was serious and determined, “Even if it ans complete annihilation!”

It was just an opportunity to play a beta map, completing the mission was the most important thing. Compared to the map of the Cursed Land that didn’t know when it would truly open, a new map that could be unlocked just by completing tasks was much more attractive to the undead.

It ant new equipnt, new skills, new resources, new bosses, and possibly new gaplay.

However, the brutal scene behind them, like a at grinder, made the wizards’ hearts feel heavy, and even their eyes began to numb.

The wizards could only muster their spirits and look ahead, the sacrifices had already been made, all they could do was run forward.

The process of escaping from the Third Tower Stone Pillar was more difficult than imagined, even though most of the attention was drawn to the battle over there, the part left for them was minimal.

Despair urged their steps, constantly speeding up.

But an even more despairing scene appeared, a large number of red-armored soldiers appeared ahead, returning from the front lines, and they were bringing a large number of prisoners.

Even more despair until…

“Kill!”

The prisoners suddenly launched a suicidal attack.

Again?

The wizards watched in a daze as the captured individuals launched an attack, their bodies radiating dazzling magic light, forcibly tearing open a gap in the red-armored soldiers’ formation with their bodies.

The red-armored soldiers also launched a death assault, a power beyond the understanding of ordinary wizards descended, like an invisible hand manipulating the battlefield.

“This way!”

Led by Brother Gou, a team entirely composed of chanically modified undead was waving.

“Them?” The wizards were puzzled.

“Steady.” Qiuyue, who hadn’t spoken, finally said.

And imdiately received nods of approval from the others.

Yes, steady.

In PVP, so highly combat-aware undead might dominate with their talent, but in PVE, for fast map progression, the rich undead who could splash money were the absolute protagonists.

A single alchemy map cannon could cost hundreds of thousands of bucks, the simplest and most extre materials thrown in, called expensive fireworks, Lind was reluctant to waste the resources to make it, but still compromised after the undead threw money.

The power was only slightly stronger, but the effects were very eye-catching.

There was a stable production line, with people constantly buying, and never lacking buyers.

And now, a group of rich undead like this was waiting for them at the front, the strong sense of security brought by spending money.

The chanical undead transford their bodies, quickly equipping modification parts.

Cannon firing, sweeping, throwing.

Explosions… a storm of attacks.

The red-armored soldiers who always occupied the absolute advantage first ran into the money-powered onslaught from another dinsion.

One soldier in red armor, dragging a huge blade, raised the knife to block in front, the exploding flas engulfed him, the flas licked his chest plate, shattering the flesh and piercing the bones to erge from the back.

The fire like a venomous snake drilled along the blood vessels to the soldier’s head, nearby people could see the blood vessels in his neck being filled with scarlet flas.

He opened his mouth, and flas burst forth.

Nostrils, ears, eyes, until his entire head was wrapped in flas.

“Thud.”

The corpse with a shattered chest and scorched head fell to its knees and collapsed powerlessly.

He was just a microcosm of the battle.

The number of figures perishing in the fierce assault was growing.

The sky suddenly turned dark, the already dimly lit Cursed Land was now truly plunged into darkness, only the light released by magic illuminated people’s eyes, barely allowing them to distinguish directions and friend from foe.

“We must run faster.” The NPC wizard looked up, “It must be Lord Jawbone.”

“He can control the weather?”

“This is his domain.”

The NPC wizard emphasized, “His! The Third Tower Stone Pillar! The absolute lord.”

“So arrogant?”

The undead never lacked a rebellious spirit, the enemy’s strength would not make them afraid but instead filled them with battle intent.

“Give a spring water, I’ll definitely test his weight.”

The ability to control weather was not so unusual for a powerful being, only it seed very abrupt in a world that obviously lacked life-sustaining resources.

In the pitch-black environnt, heavy rain poured down like ink, drenching the crowd, extinguishing the gathering magic flas.

The sticky sensation made the undead realize sothing was wrong.

And the ensuing negative effects like “slow,” “vulnerability,” and “increased consumption” made the undead’s situation even worse.