Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 463 - 209: Draining the Bloodsucker, Surprising Gain

Chapter 463: Chapter 209: Draining the Bloodsucker, Surprising Gain

Lear could not have imagined that the Master of Stench and Flies, after suffering several setbacks, still hadn’t learned.

He actually dared to directly charge into the swamp, and even wanted to kill him! 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

What was going through this fly’s mind?

What made it think that an entity in control of authority would have no means to deal with this demigod?

As long as he was within the swamp, he was a genuine divine spirit!

The power the opponent relied on was laughable in his eyes.

The only threat was the ancient god power held by the opponent.

But the Master of Stench and Flies had only acquired an artifact of the ancient god, it wasn’t like the ancient god was intervening personally.

Could its power withstand the power of rules?

With strange emotions, his thoughts penetrated the land of flesh and blood.

Deep within the Land of Crimson Rot, crimson chains tightly imprisoned the massive Master of Stench and Flies.

This demigod was currently using its most ferocious power to struggle and roar.

Terrifying power emanated from it, capable of shattering space, but no matter how it exerted itself, it could not affect the chains.

The Land of Crimson Rot could scarcely imprison a demigod, even with its abundant flesh energy.

Yet, as the master of the swamp, with hundreds of kilometers of swamp to support him,

what could a demigod count for?!

Under the monumental suppression of power, the golden glow emanating from the body of the Master of Stench and Flies was gradually subdued.

Until finally, it faded completely, no longer visible.

Even against absolute power, the power of the ancient god could not play a significant role...

With this realization, Lear’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The chains began to writhe around the massive fly body.

After penetrating through layers of dark energy, they suddenly changed direction, like arrows piercing directly through its body, embedding into the flesh.

The chains turned into straws, starting to voraciously devour its power.

The Master of Stench and Flies, writhing in agony, wailed and tried to resist, but with its body imprisoned, it could not muster more power, only forced to be drained.

An ultimate sense of humiliation surged within.

His heart filled with lament.

When he first discovered the opponent, the opponent was still a weak reptile that could be crushed with a finger.

He thought losing an eye to the opponent was due to carelessness, and upon returning again, his arm was cut off, and even a deadly blow with the ancient god artifact was blocked.

His heart was already wary, hence his personal involvement, planning to utterly kill the opponent.

Unexpectedly... this time he himself was imprisoned.

Moreover, what suppressed him was his own artifact... the Land of Crimson Rot!!

"Bastard, bastard!!"

"I will kill you!!"

"Aaaaaah!!"

His harsh curses were unending, but due to the land of flesh and blood isolating everything, they could not be transmitted out... only cursing himself.

Lear did not care about this fly’s reaction, and was rather surprised to discover.

Within the Master of Stench and Flies, something unique seemed hidden, not just the ancient god’s power.

During the devouring, he sensed a faint familiar aura—the power of the plane origin.

Exactly the same as the plane origin power he absorbed in the relic.

Moreover, as time passed, the plane power that could be devoured became richer.

With a quick thought, an astonishing idea arose within him.

Could it be that this fly had fused a plane into its body?

Just as he wanted to fuse a divine kingdom?

Upon careful sensing, the plane origin power did not disappear despite the massive loss, but instead continued to grow!

Absolutely!!

This fellow, really did control a plane.

Lear’s heart was instantly filled with delight.

A demigod controlling a plane isn’t surprising, but capturing it, that’s different.

This fellow is truly something else.

If he had such power, he would never have gone to the opponent’s home ground to fight.

Or perhaps, the prior failures had clouded his mind, letting anger swallow his reason... thus he wanted to personally kill his blood enemy, hence the personal descent?

So, can I be blamed for this?

Lear found it a bit amusing.

He hoped future opponents would be this easy to handle.

But looking at this, he still needed a disguise, should not easily expose his power.

Cannot let the enemy fear entering the swamp... he could first use conventional power to deal with enemies, reserving the strongest means to handle fierce foes like the Master of Stench and Flies.

Shaking his head, he retracted his scattered thoughts.

He glanced at the massive fly.

The Master of Stench and Flies had become a sheep waiting for slaughter, and now it was buy one get one free, this wave felt very satisfying.

If he drained it completely, and later transformed the Broken Star Plane into his divine kingdom, he would feel more confident within.

Moreover, the opponent still held an ancient god artifact, once the opponent died, wouldn’t it also become his spoils of war?

Just wondering how much energy this demigod could provide?

After the Master of Stench and Flies was imprisoned, the spatial rift exuding the army of plague flies within the swamp couldn’t withstand the pressure of rules and quickly repaired itself.

In an instant, everything returned to tranquility.

The army of plague flies that fell into the swamp had its path cut off, becoming headless flies.

Without command, they had no idea what to do.

The 15th-level plague fly leader, now reduced to a mere dozen individuals, could not manage the chaotic army.

Upon withdrawing his consciousness from the Land of Crimson Rot, Lear noticed this, and with a wave of thought.

All around, the swamp suddenly surged with a hundred-meter-high gigantic wave of mud.

Directly sweeping forth, while the plague flies around frantically fled inward in shock.

As they approached Weilu City, the earth churned, and crimson chains rose again.

Directly pulling all these monsters into the Land of Crimson Rot, to accompany the Master of Stench and Flies.

Lear watched the swamp returning to calm with pleasure.

To bury it, wait for next time.

This well-prepared battle has completely drawn to a close in just three hours.

Much shorter than the last undead siege.

But the gains are no less.

This time, a demigod was imprisoned, and the opponent even possessed a plane!

Each is a remarkable trophy.

And the fall of the Master of Stench and Flies also permanently resolved a mortal enemy, eliminating a significant source of threat.

In the unpredictable situation, this holds great significance.

The price paid in this battle—sacrifice of four squadrons of Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Most died in the chaos, some fell at the hands of the King of Plague Flies.

As long as there is war, casualties are inevitable, even if constant healing is administered in the midst, losses will still occur.

Compared to the gains, this amount of battle damage is negligible.

The war ended, the oppressive clouds above Weilu City gradually dissipated, with residents who witnessed the epic battle excitedly stepping out of their homes, discussing the events with neighbors and friends.

Many spontaneously entered the Swamp Church, beginning to pray.

The newly arrived Two-headed Ogres, after this battle, all became converts.

Although not as devout as the previous batch, it is a good start nonetheless.

Putting it together, all 4000 Two-headed Ogres in Weilu City have become converts.

Next step, just convert the over 6000 ogres stationed in the Broken Star Plane into believers, to provide him with Power of Faith.

That would complete most of the prerequisites for the task of transforming the Divine Kingdom.

Once the Broken Star Plane is completely transformed into Swamp Day, Lear will possess his Divine Kingdom.

It’s worth mentioning that with the migration of ogres, the population of the territory has significantly increased now.

In terms of population—1230 Big-eared People, 230 Mud Swamp People, 560 feather-covered Deltas... 310 Half-Elves, 530 Half-Elves, 500 Cave Dwellers, 1120 Goblins

Adding up to more than 5000.

Combined with 4000 ogres, the total reaches an impressive——9000!

Nearing ten thousand!

And this is just a few months of development...

Additionally, the army numbers are no less remarkable.

Cold-blooded Cavalry currently totals 1700 people, combined with 800 Wetland Lizard-men awaiting conversion, the total reaches 2500.

Dark Night Hunters number 760, plus 15 squadrons of Dark Night Elves, totaling 2260!

Moreover, there are 320 Dark Nagas, 120 Ancient Tree Guardians...

The total army also reaches a grand 5000!

Moreover, there are 60,000 Crimson Wasps and 2000 Level 15 Deserted Tomb Guards in the Land of Crimson Rot.

Paired with high-tier combat strength, the comprehensive power of Weilu City, even if Lear doesn’t have authority or Divine Format, can hold a place in the perilous Wilderness!

The forces he now controls have undergone a qualitative change!

The area of the territory now has expanded more than tenfold compared to the beginning.

The most directly visible is the newly built, thousands of residential buildings have sprung up, occupying a wide area to the north.

The original fish ponds have mostly been relocated further out, now leaving only a small area for viewing.

The increase in population has brought noticeable vitality, making the entire territory show signs of upward momentum.

After the war, the territory entered rapid development again.

To transform the Cold-blooded Cavalry, new flesh is needed... But during this time, creatures from the Underworld have started to flock to the earth surface, filling the vacancies left by previous intense slaughter.

This has made hunting in Weilu City easier.

Lear dispatched the Crimson Queen Bee to hunt day and night.

The obtained flesh was immediately used to transform the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Furthermore, Deserted Tomb Guards were continuously sent into the Death Plane to assist the Flesh Butcher in developing the Castle of Death.

In recent days, the skeleton warriors enslaved by the Flesh Butcher have exceeded ten thousand.

The formation of a certain scale has begun.

Interestingly, they recruited a squad of Level 12 Black Knights within a tomb.

Considered the first time acquiring high-tier troops.

This exaggerated development speed left Lear a bit tongue-tied.

The Undead Plane, worthy of being a high-tier plane that harbors the entire Undead Divine Spirit, indeed seems a bit outrageous.

At this rate of development, it’s likely that within a few months, the Flesh Butcher will possess a skeleton army exceeding one hundred thousand.

No wonder the undead have always been viewed as taboo by the Main Plane.

Such terrifying troop spawning speed, it’s too overwhelming.

And all this still happens without anyone knowing the Summoning Technique, using corpses to recruit skeletons.

It’s often heard that minstrels boast of wars in the Undead Plane leading to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of skeleton armies.

Now it seems, they weren’t exaggerating but stating a realistic account... to the point of even being conservative.

In all aspects of rapid development, Lear’s transformation of the Broken Star Plane has also reached a new node.

On the morning of December 4th, the transformation progress of the Broken Star Plane successfully reached 50%.

Half of the land has become suitable swamp habitat.

The Two-headed Ogres who have yet to receive sermons, in the face of miracles, were greatly shaken.

Before the Swamp Sect even began spreading faith, Lear has imprinted a mark on their hearts.

Building a solid foundation.