The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 64 - 60 The Body of Gold 5K_3

64: Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)_3

64: Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)_3

Like an archer truly loved archery, the arrows hit their targets with incredible accuracy.

The arrow struck the right side of Bueno’s head.

Bueno showed no reaction and continued to pursue the Undead around him.

“Something’s wrong!” shouted the Undead who had put down his bow, “Hit his left head!

His right head is fake!”

Without him needing to shout, many had already seen the head of Bueno that was hit begin to squirm, with pus flowing out of it.

Then…

it split open.

“Holy shit, what is this!”

The right head of Bueno split completely open, blooming like a flower, revealing sharp teeth inside.

“Aaooh—” An invisible shockwave, accompanied by the roar of the Two-Headed People, surged out, sweeping up the wandering Undead around him, pitiful as weeds swept up in a storm.

Weapons were shaken away, bodies spinning into the air.

The roaring sound waves turned into invisible waves, carrying the Undead far away.

Scattered remote Undead had already turned to run at the first hint of danger, watching as their companions smashed heavily to the ground, watching a living person being crushed into a ball of flesh in an instant.

Loves White Silk had already hidden; he wanted the greatest reward from this battle too, yet more thrilling to him was recording this breathtaking fight.

Given the current situation, the large raid involving nearly 60 people was definitely a failure.

The aftermath flattened Loves White Silk to the ground, the ground itself seeming to turn into waves, rolling his body forward.

The squeezing collision between his armor and his body led to continuous reminders of [Health -1].

His own body, like those broken rag dolls flying far away, was no different, like the leaves swept up by the autumn wind, entirely uncontrollable.

Life was critical.

Clusters of bursting ashes reminded him that this war was ultimately going to end with total annihilation.

“The game’s difficulty is way too high!” someone had already started to complain.

Of course, others were thrilled.

The high difficulty excited them.

However, others raised a different point.

“Do we still have time to run a second round?”

“Do you remember what Brother De said?

We’re running out of time, which means this group of Wanderers might actively attack Star Dragon Ridge?”

“No way, is it really that urgent?”

Some disbelieved, others believed.

Because this game, unlike any they had played before, had no repetitive tasks, no chances for retries.

No matter what, they had invested a lot in Star Dragon Ridge, they couldn’t just watch their territory be torn apart.

Like Loves White Silk and others barely hanging on didn’t bother to care about that; their eyes were fixed on Two-Headed Bueno, watching each of his steps causing the ground to fluctuate.

An absolute powerhouse, a giant, it turns out this BOSS wasn’t only formidable for his length of health bar.

The splitted head on his shoulder mimicked a blooming flower, squirming out arcs that churned the stomach.

“Boom!” Suddenly, as if sensing something, Two-Headed People increased his speed.

The ground fluctuations detonated.

Loves White Silk felt his body uncontrollably bob lightly with the run of the Two-Headed People, as if lying on a trampoline.

And the scorching heat.

“Scorching?” Loves White Silk thought of something and immediately turned his head.

In the campsite filled with firelight, that body entwined in flames shone dazzlingly like deities.

Smaller than the Two-Headed People.

Every step forward, his body streamed with a ticking heat.

His figure was almost like that of an ordinary human, but each step was immensely more powerful.

The moment he drove the Broken Sword, ablaze with flames, into the ground, it was struck by a “boom” of a shockwave.

The flames vanished, revealing an exquisite golden armor.

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The undissolved intricate Rand’s First Infantry armor, its etched magic patterns ignited by the flames.

The “Deities” body gathered flames that were extinguished by the shockwaves time and again.

Unlike the flames’ flickering, his body remained unyielding.

He removed his helmet, revealing dazzling golden hair.

He grasped the Broken Sword with one hand, its blade now not ablaze, but enveloped in a dense fog.

The Carrion Queen’s sword dance!

An ugly savage Calamity peeked out from half of the Broken Sword’s body.

Tall as a horse, gaunt as a wolf, fierce as a lion.

Yet, it stood behind him like a lover, resting its split ugly head on the “Deities'” shoulder, gazing together at the Two-Headed People.

“Thud!” the Two-Headed People began to run forward.

Lind also stepped forward to meet them.

This was a true Great Knight-level war, a collision of strength and flames.

The Two-Headed People looked slightly uneasy, just as Lind could sense their strength, they could see his difference.

“Blessed Weapon, and a perfectly successful Great Knight?”

The only option was collision!

The shockwave swept everything on the nearby ground, leaving none but the Two-Headed People capable of footing the ground.

Explosive Flame propelled Lind’s body into the air.

Rage entwined around his body and even shrouded the Carrion Queen behind him, adorning it with flames into a burning lion.

They collided!

In an instant, nothing else could be seen.

A single collision seemed to determine everything.

The ground’s repelling force that denied anyone a foothold suddenly withdrew like a tide.

The flames, flamboyant enough to ignite a dozen meters around, rapidly contracted.

Bodies fell to the ground.

Loves White Silk took a rough fall, but fortunately, his injuries were not too severe, and he could still move.

“Lord?” Loves White Silk’s throat was dry.

He felt himself sweat, even though this was in a game.

He tried to max out his senses.

The pungent smell of fresh blood, the scorching scent of burnt matter, the painful glare of burning skin, and an instinctive unease all enveloped him in an instant!

In such a situation, when he saw that figure holding the Broken Sword again, he felt a strong urge, the scene of killing a boss gave him goosebumps.

The armor on his body had deformed, shedding from his body like a shell, his rock-hard muscles draped with a layer of golden glow under the firelight, as if his body were forged from gold.

The circular pattern on his chest still emitted a faint light, as if it possessed endless magic power.

Lind’s voice came, “Well done, Undead.”

“Lucky it was recorded!” Loves White Silk was inwardly thrilled.