Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 415 - 190: Generous Gains, First Taste of Divine Power
The grudge of hundreds of thousands of Kelder Ratmen is terrifying; just look at the constantly cursed Desolate Tomb Guard.
This is a Level 14 specter, an Undead Element being!
Ordinary damage is ineffective against them, but facing the grudge of the Kelder Ratmen, they have no room for resistance.
It is precisely because of this extraordinary force that the Swamp Boggart, having devoured it, was able to break through the potential limit and complete a qualitative transformation!
Furthermore, the corpses of the Kelder Ratmen were immediately sent to Weilu City to cultivate the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Truly making the best use of everything.
One battle, two harvests.
After the Swamp Boggart regained consciousness, she instinctively turned to look around, with countless Ratmen reflected in her pupils within the fortress.
After occupying the fortress, these underground creatures seemed to be waiting for further orders from the rear, without pressing attacks in other directions.
As a result, their numbers were particularly large.
Taking a deep breath, the Swamp Boggart slightly parted her red lips, and a melodious and gentle song quietly drifted out.
Below, the large rats with sharp faces piled together, fierce in gaze, showed signs of confusion in their eyes.
Then, as if sensing something, they suddenly turned around, baring their teeth and charging at their comrades with bloodshot eyes.
That posture, as if they had met the enemy who killed their father...
The manipulated Ratmen were so fast that they erupted in an instant.
The rear Kelder Ratmen, unresponsive, were killed instantly, dyeing the ground red with blood.
Upon discovering their comrades’ anomaly, the Ratman army showed no retreat or hesitation, frantically launching a counterattack.
The two sides instantly engaged in fierce combat.
The teeth and claws of the Kelder Ratmen are lethal weapons.
Civil war among their kind is a naked melee of flesh and blood.
This scene is more visually impactful than the scythe of the Desolate Tomb Guard reaping souls.
Lear looked up at the Swamp Boggart in midair, filled with admiration.
After ascension, the power of these magical beings has clearly grown stronger!
If the Kelder Ratmen have no reinforcements, this one Swamp Boggart alone could possibly defend this fortress.
The battle continued for another twenty minutes or so.
The manipulated Ratmen were locked in deadly struggle with their comrades when suddenly, the Kelder Ratman army, like receiving an order to view death as returning home, abruptly turned and fled.
The speed of their retreat caught everyone off guard.
Sweeping away from the battlefield in a flash, they dived into the excavated underground passage.
Just moments ago bustling, the battlefield became a silent place in the blink of an eye.
Only the manipulated Kelder Ratmen were left standing idly.
Thus, the battle came to an end.
The offensive launched by the Kelder Ratmen was suppressed back with the strongest stance.
During this, the opponent used a trump card of grudge power never seen before.
Next time they invade, there will be preparations to deal with it.
The cost was only the resurrection energy for the Desolate Tomb Guard, and the gain was hundreds of thousands of corpses... plus a great deal of grudge power, cultivating a Level 14, Potential 4 Star Swamp Boggart.
There was still the dilemma of how to transform the 1200 Wetland Lizard-men... but this pile of corpses will do just fine!
What a relief.
Indeed, a horse cannot grow fat without night grass, a man cannot be rich without unexpected wealth.
Thanks to the Ratmen comrades for the warm gift.
Lear looked at the still-controlled Kelder Ratmen and focused his mind.
The surging Swamp Power emanated from him, branding an imprint into the very souls of the Kelder Ratmen beneath, exercising absolute dominion.
He completely held these underground beings in his grasp.
A quick count revealed their numbers to exceed 1500, a rather significant force.
Though the nature of Kelder Ratmen is quite fierce, not suitable for citizens.
But for guarding this direction, or for digging tunnels or mining some ore, they will suffice.
Additional labor, might as well utilize.
He wasn’t certain if the Ratmen would rise again, so he immediately ordered two squadrons of Kelder Ratmen to guard the underground tunnel.
The rest would temporarily be stationed within the fortress, ready to be deployed whenever needed.
After finishing here, Lear led the Swamp Boggart straight back to the territory, leaving two Great Demons to watch over things in secret, just in case.
This battle left a deep impression on him of the Thorn Wall of the fortress.
Although the Kelder Ratmen could climb over, not every race has such a capability.
For example, the Undead.
This battle was just an appetizer; Weilu City has many more enemies to face.
Even the Lich Dragon of Black Death City is just one of the lesser threats.
Given such strong defense facilities, many more things can be set up in the Swamp to fend off foreign invaders.
The idea he had before of setting up trap areas around the swamp was not wrong, but the original method was too slow.
His deeper understanding of the Authority of the Swamp in the past two days gave him more ideas.
Returning to the territory, he first went to inspect the barracks eastward where the Cold-blooded Cavalry was being cultivated, and was pleasantly surprised to see Haggs approaching.
This Wetland Lizard-man Hero, transformed after consuming an Ancient Lizard Egg, had been in a deep sleep for days.
Unexpectedly, he had now awakened.
Intently observing, Haggs’ height had surpassed three meters, standing as an iron tower, like an upright bull.
The armor on him was no longer fitting, bare-chested now, his muscles bulging clearly defined as if forged from reinforced steel, embodying a sense of frenzy.
His amber eyes showed no emotional fluctuation, cold as a blade.
Exuding a savage and tyrannical aura, as if ready to tear any enemy to shreds the next second.
Upon seeing Lear, he immediately strode forward, full of excitement, kneeling to the ground. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Sovereign, I have completed my ascension!!"
"Thank you for your grace!!"
Lear looked at Haggs, who was in a state of peak performance, and nodded with satisfaction.
This guy had been cultivated by him from a Level 6 Wetland Lizard-man to this level of strength, truly the core of his core subordinates.
He opened the Attribute Panel for a glance; its Potential had been upgraded to 4 Stars, and its Level had broken through to Level 13.
Skills in all aspects had improved.
Coupled with his lizard mount, this was a ferocious killing machine!
"Not bad, you woke up at just the right time... Next, we have a big battle, and I need you to command the troops."
"Also, how is the breeding of the Cold-blooded Cavalry going?"
"Sovereign, the bodies of those ratmen are enough to transform all Wetland Lizard-men into Cold-blooded Cavalry!"
Haggs spoke with barely contained excitement.
Once they complete the upgrade, the number of Cold-blooded Cavalry will reach nearly two thousand!
That counts as two full squadrons of Level 11 units, legendary forces among the Lizard-men!
Whenever he thought about leading such an army in a charge against the enemy, he trembled with excitement.
He might have the chance in his lifetime to become a legendary figure among the Lizard-men under the light of the Sovereign!
Praise the Sovereign!!
Lear nodded.
"Good, keep an eye here for now, and come find me immediately if anything arises."
His two most crucial forces—the Dark Night Hunter and the Cold-blooded Cavalry—would all be in place.
The power of Weilu City had grown to an outrageous extent lately.
In addition, fighting on home ground, the oncoming army of Dragon Lich would just be lambs to the slaughter in a few days!
Now Lear’s thoughts were on how to lure that Dragon Lich into the Swamp.
Ordinary undead are insignificant; as long as this Lich dies, everything else is not an issue.
And as long as it enters the Swamp... its life or death won’t be its choice anymore!
Having finished with this, Lear went to the area where the city walls were being constructed.
Little puffball-like Vine Fairies, flapping vine wings and surrounded by a sprinkling of starlight, were enthusiastically urging the growth of the Starry Sky Vine.
It was as if the video had switched to fast-forward; the vines were growing at a remarkable speed.
In just a day or two, the walls were beginning to take shape.
Over 30 meters tall and 10 meters thick!
If fully completed, Weilu City’s Defense would see a massive improvement.
Seeing Lear arrive, the little creatures’ eyes lit up.
They immediately buzzed over, flapping their vine-woven little wings and flying around him, gently nuzzling his face and shoulder with their round, chubby cheeks.
Full of attachment.
Their adorable demeanor made passing residents swoon.
Lear felt his mood improve as well.
He reached out to stroke one little creature’s chubby face and suddenly thought that if Granny Green Grass could be uplifted by him, could these little ones be too?
All were creations of the Swamp God, so shouldn’t they be treated equally?
With some contemplation, he tried to channel Swamp Power into them.
But in mere moments, the Vine Fairy in his hand shook its hands, rejecting softly.
"Father God, our power comes from the vine; we just need to plant more vines to become stronger."
"External forces cannot affect our essence... that’s a rule you once set."
Lear’s attempt ended in vain, and he withdrew his power.
Upon hearing this, he nodded thoughtfully; the Swamp God who created the Vine Fairies evidently had other considerations.
Without dwelling on it, after playing with these little guys for a while, he had them continue their work while he returned to the City Hall.
Once calm, he sat cross-legged on the bed.
His eyes shifted briefly as he engaged his Authority, his thoughts instantly covering the entire Swamp, then he fully immersed himself.
It was already the 19th; he needed to make some extra preparations for the upcoming battle...
Next, many animals in the Swamp were suddenly surprised to find the ground in their area was moving.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was manipulating the swamp.
Large patches of grass and hardened ground and trees were pushed aside; where they had been, large amounts of mire began to emerge.
The previous balance between hardened ground and wetland was disrupted, and mire gradually dominated a larger range.
From a bird’s eye view, one could see the whole swamp undergoing a strange transformation.
In the east, west, south, and north, the hardened ground in every direction converged, leaving only a winding hardened path connecting to Weilu City.
In the remaining areas, Lear began to set the iconic Swamp traps... mire fields.
Disguised as hard ground, once any weight stepped on, it would immediately sink.
The surrounding thick, sticky mire would instantly swarm in, engulfing all.
This was the Swamp’s most common and deadly trap.
Lear manipulated his Authority, using supreme power to alter the landscape of Mire Swamp directly.
Creating swampy ground vast enough to swallow a giant dragon.
This was a new usage discovered after his deeper understanding of Authority in the past two days.
As the master of the swamp, controlling everything in this wetland, he could certainly use the swamp’s power to change everything around it... including the terrain!
Use the rules, control the rules, tame the rules...
Watching the earth continuously reshape, Lear became increasingly immersed.
His understanding of Authority deepened further.
He even felt like he was playing a sandbox building game, where everything around him could change according to his will.
The sensation was extraordinarily wonderful.
This, truly, is Authority, the power a god should wield!
