The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 45 - Always with Sister

45: Chapter 45 Always with Sister

45 -45 Always with Sister

Mand’s body swelled like a bull, with blue eyes and black beard, the flesh of mutated monsters flowing through his veins.

The skin exposed outside the armor formed small moving lumps, as if mice were burrowing in and out.

“He has gone frenzied!”

“Hold on!”

“Dominant Body, no other way, kite him!”

The advantage of the Undead was significant, but with Mand and his group suddenly swelling up, the battle underwent a direct reversal.

With a swollen body, the longsword in his hand seemed disproportionate.

Mand’s wrist moved rapidly, turning the sword into a windmill.

Blood burned, his severed nose became a dragon’s head, and blood spurted out.

He could no longer hear any other sounds around him, only the voices and images in his head still echoed.

Not long ago, he and his people had been hit by wanderers and had fled in disarray, when they met that noble.

“My dear friends, have you had enough of the upheaval of these chaotic times?

You may have chosen your victims, but you have always maintained a human heart; you flee in panic, seeking only to survive; you are not aimlessly busy dogs, but because you have not yet met me.”

Lord Serene’s voice was graceful, his posture noble, and his appearance delicate yet hard to mistake for a woman.

“Madmen are not entrusted with important tasks, only those who do not care about dignity and strive to protect their own lives can be called strong.

I wish you could stay and serve me.

Lord Leon’s territory is expanding, and he is going to create a truly peaceful epoch of absolute calm.

I am his knight, and you will become my weapons.

I need capable people, even if it means sacrificing themselves.

Would you be willing to become such a weapon?”

What had he answered back then?

Mand’s voice trembled.

“Yes, my lord!”

A homeless stray dog, finally given a chance to join the pack, knelt on one knee in his most devout response.

Elsewhere, the embattled Undead found another opportunity, their frenzied enemies, though immensely powerful, had lost their reason.

Kiting tactics never go out of date.

“Wait, look at that elite monster, it seems like he’s entering the second phase!”

An Undead noticed Mand kneeling on the ground.

“The elite monster entering the second phase, it couldn’t be a field BOSS, could it?”

The Undead looked at Mand, who was kneeling on one knee but had swollen to two and a half meters tall, its stature monstrous even when kneeling.

Bloody from every orifice, but his face full of piety and fanaticism.

Bathed in blood…

Madness!

“But, Lord Serene, even though you have gathered all the wanderers around Prey Town, you still lack the force to breach Prey Town.

Perhaps we should infiltrate Prey Town and then take a few hostages to make those soldiers apprehensive.

They have lived the good life and have families; changing to a stronger town leader wouldn’t mean much to them.

Ronin is not the first leader.”

“Hostages?

No,” Lord Serene smiled, “when I appear at the gates of Prey Town, everyone in Prey Town, men, women, old, and young, will be hostages.”

The old Mand might have had doubts, but the now fervent and blood-boiling Mand understood.

“Roar!” Mand raised his head.

Blood splashed from the gaps in his armor.

Scales of iron fell off as he moved, revealing a body starting to twist and approach beastification, especially at the heart, which glowed red.

Each heartbeat pumped out fresh blood, the heart like a caged mad dog trying to break free.

“Roar!” Mand, dragging his longsword, pounced on an Undead and kicked the victim over.

The blown-back Undead exploded into a cloud of ash in midair.

“His health bar shortened, but he’s gone completely frenzied.

Who’s going to try and land a hit?”

Everyone wanted to land a hit, an excellent chance to level up and score kills in monster fighting.

But whoever stepped forward would be easily torn apart, including the powerful team of three, Xuan Zhanlong.

Loves White Silk, acting as a war correspondent, faithfully recorded the scene before him.

As long as the level and gear were sufficient, keeping up with the team’s pace and gathering enough footage to make money in the real world was his true goal.

The fire pits were kicked over one by one, the campfires scattered.

The fervently burning blood turned Mand into a flaming beast.

Never tiring, continually attacking, thrusting… charging… then rolling over.

In the distance, a blaze of light suddenly struck.

It was a brighter blaze than Mand’s.

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“Am I late?”

The surviving Undead players watched as a figure holding the Carrion Queen’s glowing Broken Sword appeared, resisting Old Mand’s attacks.

They all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

An inexplicable sense of comfort surged through them.

Having such a reliable NPC big brother in the game was definitely thrilling.

However, a discordant voice emerged.

“Dang it, forever with the sister!”

…

Broken Sword thrust.

Old Mand’s “advantage” was only against inherently frail Undead.

Facing a Great Knight like Lind, the vast gap left him with no will to resist.

Jaw shattered.

Old Mand’s strength held no advantage against Lind.

Cleave, behead, victory.

The once menacing horde of Undead that kept Old Mand’s head low was nothing but a punching bag in front of Lind.

Singing a song of triumph.

Star Dragon Ridge outpost celebrated yet another victory, just a day after the last.

The frequent battles led the soldiers at the outpost to mistake the present for a time of war between nations, instead of the increasingly desolate apocalypse.

Having been here for over two years, the days seemed rather peaceful.

Why then, had these Undead been fighting and killing non-stop since their arrival a few days ago?

The soldiers were perplexed and intensified their patrols.

As for the spoils of this battle, of course, they all went to Lind.

Not a single Undead raised an objection, after all, “plot” outweighed everything.

It seemed likely that these spoils would end up in a shop for them to purchase in the future.

This way, it was a complete win.

“So, what reward did we get for hitting this Monster Stronghold this time?”

“Does leveling up count?”

“It should, but it feels somewhat insufficient.”

“I think it’s probably a hidden plotline.”

The Undead whispered among themselves, while Lind, under Loves White Silk’s guidance, saw three trembling, shrieking Blood Lambs.

“Lord, don’t be fooled by the appearance of these little monsters; smelly and disgusting as they look, they’re actually capable of gnawing off human arms,” Loves White Silk offered, evidently in high spirits despite a broken arm.

“Plus, that group was using these little monsters to make soup and boost their strength.

What do you say, should we also try raising them and distribute their meat to the other Undead?”

Lind’s eyes shook as he looked at Loves White Silk.

He realized the other was seriously inquiring.

So…extreme taste, huh?

Even if Lind knew that eating these Blood Lambs could temporarily boost strength and speed, it would also throw them into frenzy.

The Blood Lambs were clearly mutated freaks, perhaps once humans or animals; their distortion often signified unease.

Lind could handle eating mutated food, but consuming mutated freaks was a whole different level of madness.

An Undead eagerly jumped in: “Is livestock farming open now?”

“It must be the Potion of Frenzy, right?

I’m telling you, those monsters didn’t just appear for no reason.

They’re definitely plot devices, here to provide tools like the Potion of Frenzy.”

“The Blood Lambs are so cute, I want to keep one and squeeze it.”

Watching the eager Undead, Lind suddenly realized that letting them figure things out by themselves might not be too bad.

“Undead, take good care of the Blood Lambs, find food to feed them, and explore breeding methods.

Maybe you’ll get some Blood of Frenzy as compensation.”

Lind: It’s just farming, right?

Bring it on.

There’s no reason why others can farm and I can’t.

Since Old Mand and his group could keep and consume them, it indicates that the impact on the body is minimal, likely with the biggest side effect being bleeding out.

For the Undead, that’s not too high a penalty.

“Really opened up?”

“Long live the Lord!”