Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 428 - 195: Capturing a Level 19 Foe Single-Handedly, A Bit of Satisfaction After the Battle
Accompanied by that chilling tone, an indescribable oppression filled the hearts of everyone in Weilu City.
It was like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, gazing at them from afar.
Ready to leap from the underbrush at any moment and crush their throats.
The elves clasped their hands together at their chests, knelt on the ground, heads slightly bowed, their prayers growing increasingly devout.
"Great God, the Sovereign who rules the Swamp..."
"Your light endures eternally..."
"Your will transcends the galaxy..."
"Your gaze illuminates the Abyss..."
"You are the eternal immortal, now, before, and forever..."
The whispered prayers gathered into a Power of Faith, crossing time and space, pouring into Lear’s body.
Sensing the gradually condensing Power of Faith in his body, Lear instinctively looked back at his territory.
Then he slightly raised his head, staring at the level 19 Corpse Dragon looming above.
His voice was calm.
"So, transforming into a crawling worm like a maggot...is that all you can do?"
"Truly...pathetically weak."
That tone again!!
Damn, damn, damn!!
The chest of the dragon lich was once again filled with pent-up frustration.
But this time, it did not speak, fearing that if it did, that damn bastard would mock it again.
It was about to use blood to teach him what respect meant!
With a fierce skyward roar, it flapped its wings wildly.
Rumble~
In the sky, countless bolts of lightning suddenly erupted, like curved blades tearing open the firmament.
Those bolts of lightning suddenly converged on the dried-out body of the Corpse Dragon.
Transforming its body with arcs of tiny, dancing electric currents.
It opened its massive jaws.
Roar~
The thunderous dragon’s roar, laden with rolling Dragon’s Might, pressed down from above.
Even the indomitable Cold-blooded Cavalry felt a profound soul-crushing oppression.
It was the ruthless mockery and trampling by a High Tier life form at the top of the food chain over Low Tier life forms.
A crushing blow brought by the level of life itself!
The residents within the city were further covered by this overwhelming pressure, their legs giving way as they collapsed to the ground.
Sweat soaked their bodies instantly.
Hearts filled with dread, in uncontrollable terror.
Many suddenly remembered something, like drowning people clutching at a life-saving straw, they began to bow their heads and pray...
Several days ago, the elves had prayed before everyone, and there had been rumors that the Lord was the reborn Swamp God.
And the words of prayer, the elves had taught them through the Swamp Boggart.
Under the pressure of a powerful external enemy, mindsets changed quickly.
In moments of crisis, people always wish for a savior, a deity to descend and rescue them from disaster.
Although most of the time it’s mere fantasy, there are always those few moments that earn the Goddess of Fortune’s favor.
An aura brimming with vitality, shrouded in endless mystery, sacred and inviolable, suddenly arose around them.
A slightly blurred image appeared in the minds of everyone in Weilu City.
Though slightly thin, standing in the sky, he could support the heavens and the earth, with an indescribable grandeur and authority.
A handsome face, with distinct features, eyes sharp and determined, exuding an aura of unchallengeable might.
Wearing a blood-red Crown, a cape billowing behind, chin slightly raised, gazing disdainfully upon all.
The...the Lord?!
The residents’ emotions of astonishment and ecstasy surged into their hearts.
The next moment, they saw the majestic figure in their minds slowly extend his right hand and, with sudden force, clench his fingers toward the dried Corpse Dragon crashing down from the sky.
The next moment.
The mire ground exploded abruptly, like a volcanic eruption, countless clumps of mire flew upwards, forming a gigantic hand.
Blocking out the sky and the sun.
Directly covering the firmament.
The Corpse Dragon sensed something amiss, and roared violently.
Its body erupted with ten-thousand-fold thunder, covering hundreds of meters around it with lightning.
The space twisted at this moment.
But those frenzied thunders crashed against the mire hand, immediately dissolving into nothing!
Unable to cause a bit of damage.
Failing once, the fearsome creature opened its massive jaws again, a gray-brown Dragon Breath spewing forth from its throat.
A long tail of flame is drawn in the air.
Death, decay, aging, lethal... all kinds of negative energy gather within.
Dragon Breath impacts the giant mire hand, instantly corrupting everything, turning the mire into vast debris, crumbling and falling.
But the mire fingers stand tall like mountains, no matter how attacked, they cannot be crushed.
After the Dragon Breath, the Corpse Dragon roared unwillingly, a terrifying wave of Death Energy emanating from itself, sweeping everything!
Death Ripple, a Tier Four Spell, can destroy all life within 1000 meters.
But the next moment, the sky-blocking mire fingers suddenly tightened, forcibly blocking the ripple. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Like a mountain collapsing, five fingers thunderously pressed down.
The Corpse Dragon, unwilling, burst with thunder again, tearing the surrounding space, attempting to escape.
But the space fissure solidified instantly as it appeared, freezing the Space Magic forcibly.
The body trembled, sensing trouble, the Dragon Lich spread its wings to fly away, trying to escape.
But it was too late, the giant fingers slammed down, crushing the body, and causing it to fall.
The five fingers clenched into a fist, tens of thousands of tons of mire giant hand closed suddenly.
That terrifying life was clasped just like that!
The image reflected in the minds of the residents, making their souls tremble, hearts filled with endless awe.
Suddenly kneeling to the ground, pressing their foreheads firmly to the ground.
Inside, all that remained was madness.
It’s real!!
The great Lord is the Swamp God!!
The God has descended to the world, to save them!!
Thinking of everything that has happened recently, each transformed their faith without hesitation.
In an instant, all three thousand residents of Weilu City, over two thousand troops, knelt to the ground.
Towards the imposing figure flying in mid-air, they knelt and bowed.
Offering their faith in the most humble way.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry, already enslaved by Lear, entered the status of Devout Believers.
Their eyes filled with frenzy.
The relatively aloof Dark Night Hunters were crushed in arrogance and became incredibly humble and obedient.
At this moment, the giant hand grasping the level 19 Dragon Lich hovered motionless in the sky.
Amidst the dark sky, a ray of light shot from the horizon, illuminating Lear’s position.
He seemed to come carrying light and hope from the endless darkness.
To dispel the darkness of this world and bring tomorrow.
The light of dawn and the mire hand clenched in the sky became Lear’s backdrop.
Also a picture that countless people will never forget.
The next moment, the undead on the ground, whose Soul Power had been mostly extracted, trembled, the Fire of the Soul in their skulls couldn’t hold on any longer and suddenly extinguished.
Crack - skeletal bodies shattered, scattered into piles of bones.
The gargoyle army in the sky dimmed, falling like raindrops.
Thud - they constantly smashed onto the mire ground, splashing puddles of mud water.
Without the mage’s control, the mire ground, frozen earlier, softened again.
The dead undead army around sank below the ground at a visible speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
In moments, the entire battlefield quietly returned to peace, only a few scarce skeletons remained on the dry ground.
Turning back to look, the battle that lasted a whole night, where tens of thousands of undead perished, seemed like it never happened.
Lear came to his senses, looking up at the imprisoned Dragon Lich.
The opponent was still struggling.
But the entire Mire Swamp, covering hundreds of kilometers, contained such vast power?
A mere level 19 could hope to fight him, who possessed a part of the Divine Format and full Authority here?
What could this undead use to win?!
A thought moved.
The mire giant hand rapidly fell, crashing to the ground, like a Great Earthquake, felt kilometers away.
As the giant hand merged into the soil below, the Land of Crimson Rot released a surge of power, taking over the imprisonment.
Directly imprisoning the transformed Dragon Lich deep underground, becoming a neighbor to the Abyss Duke flesh constantly drawing energy from the void to power the Land of Crimson Rot.
After devouring a part of the Relic’s Origin Power, the Land of Crimson Rot’s toughness was now abnormal.
Not just imprisoning one Dragon Lich, even ten, twenty, would be no problem.
When the owner of Black Death City, returning from the Undead Plane, was imprisoned.
The crisis that intelligence had hinted at last month silently met its curtain call.
And his gains... Lear felt the Power of Faith surging within him and the Cold-blooded Cavalry silently upgraded to level 12 on the city wall.
The corners of his mouth slightly curled.
A bit satisfying...
