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?!

"Does it really exist?" Lind approached the stone statue, "The belief of your Snow Peak Sect?"  


His two questions seemed jumbled, apparently unrelated to the content of the conversation they had before.


However, Azek Snow immediately understood: "We have seen Him, the mighty Molten Knight, if you wish to learn more about him, the sect also has some records."


He didn't care about the survival of the Snow Peak Sect, he had already killed enough people, and his mercy was only reserved for his own.


His eyes darted across Azek, as if in a single moment he could identify the best place to strike.


He felt thoroughly scrutinized by those eyes.


Azek rose slowly, ensuring his movements did not provoke the other party's anger, then he quickly left and returned with a thick sheepskin book.


Taking the book, each page of parchment was incredibly thick, it appeared to be as thick as a palm, but in reality, contained only a few writings.


Chapter 503 God Has His Own Knights_2