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?!

The old man, a bane to the Undead with his Abyssal arts, suddenly stiffened his writhing body, disintegrated, but quickly recomposed himself.


Perhaps the attack that could even send Deities into slumber had disappeared.


Lind sighed in relief. Although for him, as long as it was a fatal strike, he would not suffer from "serious injuries", and all wounds would heal in no time at all. It was also a blessing to be able to save his subordinates and avoid much trouble.


Setting aside the possibility of more NPCs hidden among the Undead, Lind stepped on the old man. Amid the ghastly sounds of rupturing flesh and breaking bones, he swung his arm rapidly.


One Soul Blade after another pierced through the thick, seemingly physically impervious body that could also block most magical attacks.


Unbounded power whipped out from the squirming flesh on his body, pulling out webs of energy.


Chapter 516: Lord Rush Registration, No Need for Face