Silky White Grandma

The Ring of Magic had shattered.
Calamities emerged.
Lind, who had crossed over to become a wild monster NPC at a stronghold in the apocalyptic Magic World, saw a group of undead shouting "Pass the flame" arrive at his territory. They held lofty ideals and were willing to sacrifice themselves to save the world.
Therefore, Lind prepared to masquerade as the village chief of Newbie Village.
Lind: As a remnant of the old era, I will craft a ship that can carry us to the new era.
Player: After enduring endless hardships, we finally met the BOSS, and then the BOSS just knelt down and swore fealty to the lord.
...
"I, the King of Game BOSSes, Just Want to Be a Good Newbie Village Chief"
"Player: Every NPC on Our Side is as Strong as a BOSS"
"Player: That BOSS Actually Can't Beat the Quest NPC We're Supposed to Protect?"
Tags: Lord, Farming, Kindombuilding, Fantasy, Fourth Apocalypse

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

Everyone is now concealing their identities.


Switching armor is just for wrongdoing, like a robber robbing a bank; buying stockings is definitely not for wearing on the legs.


With their faces covered, they can do whatever they want.


Lind looked enviously at the crowd ahead.


He had previously inquired about the Mechanical God Cult and knew that some Beastman forces collaborated with the cult. The armor worn by the group appearing ahead was much more intricate than that previously worn by the Beastmen.


The armor was like a fully enclosed iron can, yet one could see gears embedded on the outside slowly turning. A strong Knight appeared as though half his body weight consisted of these intricate gears.


"How do they operate? Are they not afraid of sand getting stuck in them?"


There's not much else in the Wilderness Ruins, but occasionally a dust storm could bury a person alive. Can delicate instruments still operate after being buried in sand?


Chapter 453 Underground Specters