The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 31 - Carrion Queen’s Sword Dance
31: Chapter 31: Carrion Queen’s Sword Dance
31 -31: Carrion Queen’s Sword Dance
Sparks flew violently, bursting into clusters of flames upon hitting the ground.
When they landed on Lind’s armor, they bloomed into burning manes like red lions, almost as if draping Lind in a coat of flames.
More cracked loudly on the Carrion Queen’s body, illuminating its wrinkled, aged skin.
“Crack,” the sword broke.
The longsword in Lind’s hand, wrapped in “Clore’s Rage,” was destroyed the instant it collided with the Carrion Queen’s arm bone wielding the Broken Sword.
Even though the flames eventually succeeded in burning the opponent, Lind’s weapon was as fragile as tofu, which made his expression quite unsightly.
Twisting his body, he slightly bent his knees and stomped his feet into the ground like wedge.
Lind casually discarded the broken blade.
He was able to forcibly stop himself using his powerful bodily control, but it wasn’t so easy for the on-rushing boss, the Carrion Queen, to halt her forward momentum.
Lunging forward—the Carrion Queen’s front claws dug into the ground.
Its body suddenly swung, turning its head around.
Utilizing the coordination of its front claws clawing at the ground, it managed to forcefully stop itself after sliding several meters.
The claws furrowed the ground, digging up massive amounts of dust.
The ground was torn into trenches, the destruction of the terrain far exceeding that of the dozens of scavengers’ earlier onslaught.
Lind, quick to react, noticed that the Carrion Queen’s arm hurt by the Broken Sword couldn’t exert force.
Although the embedded Broken Sword made its attacks fierce, it also because of that sword, it was wounded.
This was his chance.
The core concept of fighting is to viciously kick at the broken leg of a cripple.
“Clore’s Explosive Flame”
The ring on his chest regulated the energy within his body.
As thoughts flowed in Lind’s mind, the energy inside him gathered at his feet in a 100% controlled manner, following his subconscious.
Long Live Sister Li, who had been watching the battle all along, widened her eyes.
“Holy crap?!”
Flames jetted out, the explosive recoil instantly sending Lind high into the air, and the push from the explosion flame was stronger and faster than when Lind had previously jumped by forcefully pushing off the ground.
Oh no, it’s going off course.
The force brought Lind too high, far above where the Carrion Queen was, directly above its head.
His hands pushed back towards the sky.
“Clore’s Explosion Flame—roughly 30% output.”
Even Lind himself was unclear how such “micro-managing” could be so effortlessly controlled.
The frequent explosions adjusted his angle in mid-air.
To the players, it appeared as if Lind flew into the air and then adjusted his trajectory like Iron Man using hand thrusters.
“Is this how you play the game?” The players who survived looked up at the figure in the sky, profoundly shocked.
Skipping classes, showing off moves—are these not the prerogatives of us players?
You, an NPC, know how to play so well, are you making us look for your homework answers?
So, can I copy it?
The Carrion Queen, just stabilizing its posture, sensed Lind’s approach.
It raised its arm in an attempt to grab him, but unexpectedly Lind suddenly twisted his waist, forcefully stopping his downward trajectory.
Explosion Flame!
His body changed the angle of its fall, supported by the thrust of the explosive flame, and directly shifted sideways to smash into the right side of the Carrion Queen.
Leaving behind only a blast of scorching hot wind.
At that moment, the Carrion Queen’s right arm, raised in an attempt to grab Lind, left only three legs supporting its body on the ground.
Excellent, it was wide open now!
Lind leaned forward, this time without using “Clorey’s Explosive Flame,” but instead gathering his strength in advance while forcefully propelling his legs, leaping forward to pounce beneath the Carrion Queen.
The opponent’s arm withdrew, but it was already too late.
“Clorey’s Rage”
Flames clung to Lind’s armored arms, only bringing a mild warmth.
It wasn’t that the flame was too cool or the armor’s defensive and heat insulation were too good, but rather Lind’s control over his abilities had exceeded his own expectations.
The ring on his chest acted like a control hub, turning the energy within him into a part of his body, not a foreign element but a third arm.
No one would be puzzled why fingers can make so many subtle movements, why fingers know to clean ears instead of picking noses, because that’s what instinct can do.
By now, the energy within his body was entirely driven by Lind’s instincts.
So…
Praise the Sun!
Raising his arm like a lion’s paw, Lind had no blade, but flames were his blade.
With mere strength, Lind could tear apart a horse.
The scavenger in front of him, nearly as big as a horse, could also be torn apart.
The flames sliced through the flesh, and the burnt stench shot out like a dart, piercing into one’s nostrils.
As the Carrion Queen suffered severe damage, her arm finally caught up to them.
But before that, Lind’s left hand, wrapped in flames, plunged into her neck.
Using this as a pivot, he exerted force with his right hand diagonally downward.
Explosive Flame!
The flames propelled Lind as he drew a semicircle and mounted the Carrion Queen’s neck.
Grasping the keratinous crown on the Carrion Queen’s head with one hand to stabilize himself, Lind then charged up a punch with his right hand.
Fist met flesh.
Far more ferocious than a lion, the catastrophic beast, ridden around the neck by Lind, staggered and wobbled after three punches.
Wrapping his arms around the scavenger’s neck, Lind suddenly jumped down, his feet crashing down to the ground like a thousand pounds.
“Boom!” The Carrion Queen was slammed down, crashing onto the ground.
A shoulder throw with such a massive size difference?!
The players were just as stunned by Lind’s rapid succession of moves, not just the Carrion Queen.
So, this game could be played with such flair?
Slurp, what a craving for skills.
Lind had never seen the strength of other Great Knights who had taken the Magic Potion, but he felt he had a natural talent for body control, though this talent likely came from the ring on his chest.
Absolute control allowed him to gain the maximum benefit with the least expenditure.
Seeing that even the Fiery Fist wrapped in rage couldn’t kill the Carrion Queen, Lind had to settle for second best and look for a suitable weapon to deliver a fatal blow.
Then, he saw the Broken Sword stuck on the Carrion Queen’s arm.
Calling it a Broken Sword depended on which race it was compared to.
The Broken Sword from the Carrion Queen, in Lind’s hands, was a long-handled, palm-wide greatsword.
The length was roughly 1.5m, and had the sword not been broken, it would have definitely exceeded 2m!
If this sword could penetrate the Carrion Queen’s body, it could naturally claim her life.
He took the opportunity while the Carrion Queen was down to grasp the hilt.
There was a clear feeling of resistance as he yanked hard with his feet braced against her arm.
“Ow!” The Carrion Queen screamed in agony.
Sword in hand.
Lind paused, because the moment he grasped the sword, an image flashed through his mind.
With both hands gripping the Broken Sword, his body floated ethereally, the broad sword becoming weightless in his grasp.
This ability was akin to “Clore’s Explosive Flame,” which players might call a “Skill.”
The difference was that for “Explosive Flame” and “Rage,” Lind used the Magic Potion first, then learned through Clore’s diary.
However, this bizarre sword dance originated from the sword itself; perhaps if he took the sword away, the “knowledge” in Lind’s mind would also disappear.
In the next instant, the Broken Sword emitted a purple-gray smoke.
A Carrion Queen identical to the one before him, but made entirely of purple-gray smoke, appeared; her front half emerged while her back half connected to the broken edge of the sword.
The Smog Scavenger Queen reached out, slapped her claw on the BOSS Carrion Queen, and then disintegrated and dispersed.
Just as the Carrion Queen tried to rise, she was slapped back into the ground, her head smashing into a huge crater.
“Hiss,” Lind felt a sharp pain in the chest ring, as if reminding him that his power was nearly depleted.
The Broken Sword from the Carrion Queen consumed so much energy that he could hardly bear it.
The strength of the Great Knight within him signaled an emergency, but his physical strength was still there; in other words, his mana was depleted, but he still had stamina left.
He raised the Broken Sword with both hands.
The rage reignited.
From the broken edge of the sword, the lost blade was re-formed with flames.
Then he aimed at the head…
and chopped down!
