The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 30 - Boss

30: Chapter 30 Boss

30 -30 Boss

He still had plenty of energy.

The power of Clore’s rage was strong, but the continuous drain on his internal strength was no less than that of Explosive Flame.

Fortunately, Lind had a strong control over his body.

It might have been the “ring” etched onto his chest by “Praise the Sun” that allowed him to precisely control every bit of power in his blood.

The flames died down, and the abrupt extraction of power ceased.

He could finally take a breath of relief.

His vitality was rapidly recovering—if there had been “datafication,” Lind’s mp would probably be at -10, then +2+2+2+2.

Even without such data support, he was incredibly familiar with his body, a familiarity stemming from becoming a Great Knight after taking the Magic Potion.

He wondered if all Great Knights who took the Magic Potion felt this way, or if it was just him.

The ground was littered only with the hacked-up remains of scavengers.

The soldiers’ combat intelligence was extremely high; as soon as they sensed their lord was not in danger, they immediately chose to hold their positions, determined to keep the remaining advantage in their grasp.

The players were also watching Lind.

Mainly because the flames in Lind’s hand had extinguished, yet a dark red blade remained, shimmering with a magical, sinister glow.

The cold night wind and the hot blade created an alternating sensation of cold and heat against their faces.

Loves White Silk was the most excited among them; he had recorded everything.

It was all material!

“Awoo!” Some remaining scavengers received a signal and quickly retreated.

The soldiers did not pursue the victory; they needed further commands from Lind.

“Sir!” They looked at Lind, their eyes burning with undisguised admiration.

“Continue forward,” Lind said, gazing at his sword, which seemed a bit “fragile” from the heat, despite being a fine weapon from Rand’s first infantry corps.

Others might not know, but he did from the posts—the Scavenger’s Nest likely held just about this much.

If they did not hurry into deeper parts of the nest now, they might miss the last “brain” certainly hidden deeper inside.

Before they could get far, a staggering figure appeared.

Underpants, uninjured, but that face was quite distinctive with a sharp-pointed moustache and sunken cheeks—cosplaying as Sun Wukong?

Players always liked to fool around with face customization.

The person shouted, “Finally, here!

Brother De!

Brother De!

I’ve brought the BOSS to you.”

“It’s an Undead!” the soldiers had already confirmed the other’s identity and knew their lord was friendly towards the Undead.

Otherwise, given the way he had just clawed his way over, they would have already served him a beheading.

How to tell if someone was an Undead… Once you’ve spent some time around Undead, it’s hard not to recognize them instantly.

Completely out of sync with the world, living happily despite it being like the end of days, a weird personality, and always spouting lines never heard in Rand Kingdom.

Interestingly, the power of “Immortality” was not very distinct.

After all, you can’t just stab someone when you first meet them.

“Spread out!” Lind heard the shout and even used the power of the Great Knight as he roared.

Like the roar of a lion.

As Lind had once said, being unafraid of the lion’s roar is bravery stemming from the apex of the food chain; it’s definitely not something you can control by merely saying you’re not afraid.

Similarly, the lion also symbolizes bravery and fearlessness.

In Rand Kingdom, the lion is considered the most ferocious among land beasts.

On Earth, it might kick off a debate about lions versus tigers, but here it’s unnecessary, for Rand Kingdom has no tigers.

The wind whistled.

The ground trembled.

A figure the size of a mature hunting horse rushed forward swiftly.

Lind’s call was timely, but compared to the speed of the approaching figure, the Star Dragon Ridge soldiers in heavy armor were at a complete disadvantage in terms of movement speed.

With the Great Knight’s eyesight, Lind had seen the appearance of the comer even earlier.

Scavenger.

Unlike the others, it completely abandoned upright walking for a quadrupedal crawl, its forearms thin and elongated.

A Broken Sword was stuck on the bone of its right arm, shimmering under the moonlight with a luminous glow.

It lacked the massive stomach typical of ordinary scavengers but had grown many horn-like bone spikes on its head, resembling a crown worn atop.

Seeing no escape, the soldiers at Star Dragon Ridge promptly formed a formation, curled up, and stacked their shields in layers to form a semicircle.

“Boom!”—!

It collapsed at a touch.

The soldiers screamed, vomiting blood as they were sent flying.

One shield even transformed directly into a guillotine, spinning towards Lind’s neck to decapitate him.

He couldn’t possibly dodge.

To retreat now would make the massive scavenger opposite perceive him as weak and easily bullied.

Unlike the few feeble ones before, from its withered pupils, Lind could see calculation and cunning.

He stepped forward.

The blade in Lind’s hand was raised high.

Clutched with both hands.

The strength of a Great Knight surged into the sword.

Boom!

Flames burst upward from the hilt, spiraling around the blade and extending the firelight two to three meters.

A downward slash.

The True New Year Sword Technique.

The surging wave of fire followed the blade in the air, dragging out an exaggerated fiery crescent.

The blade, augmented by high heat, split the incoming shield in two.

Lind himself was somewhat surprised, but the flames completely obscured his face, and only the fire knew his feelings in that moment.

He felt he could knock a shield-bearing soldier flying with a single punch.

But to split open a fine Rand infantry shield… That wasn’t something sheer strength could achieve.

Maybe the shield could be pierced, but it definitely wouldn’t be split so easily.

It wasn’t just his own strength.

Lind had a moment of keen perception; it must have been the flames on the sword that suddenly became “sharp,” like the lion’s canine teeth he envisioned in his mind.

And all of it originated from the ring at his chest.

“Praise the Sun,” at this moment, Lind truly felt a strong desire to praise the sun!

Sword clashed with shield.

Sparks flew, enlarging the illuminated area by over tenfold, momentarily “lighting up” this zone.

Sister Li, watching dumbfounded nearby, slightly gaped her mouth; even those like Black Tortoise Shield, whose lives were ticking down in the distance, were attracted by the light.

Earlier they could only hear the commotion, but when Lind’s explosive burst of light illuminated for them, they successfully saw the true form of the first BOSS.

Lean like a jackal, tall like a stalker, and fierce like a lion or tiger.

“Carrion Queen?” Loves White Silk perked up, “Level 12, huh!

Long health bar, can Brother De handle it?”

“Is that even a question?” Black Tortoise Shield expressed absolute confidence in Lind: “This is definitely a cutscene.

It’s surely arranged by the development team to show off in front of us, intentionally letting the NPC show off.”

“Makes sense,” Loves White Silk nodded.

The trusted Lind dug his toes into the ground, his muscles transferring power to his calves, pushing off the ground, and then… burst!

Burst!

Burst!

His body, driven by power, actively lunged toward the Carrion Queen.

However, the Carrion Queen merely raised its arm, the short blade embedded in its arm bone colliding with the intensely flaming Longsword in Lind’s hand.

The “crack” that followed made everyone stiffen.