Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 453 - 204: Spoils of War and the Terrifying Ancient Secrets
The laborers dispatched to the earth surface number over 50,000, and the army also reached 30,000.
Their commander — the Minotaur Chief, has reached Level 18!
This is a force that the Night Shadow Clan simply cannot contend with.
Forced by circumstances, they could only retreat into the Spider Web Forest, relying on geographical advantages to deal with their enemies.
Fortunately, those dungeon minotaurs are currently focused on city building and haven’t launched an attack on them.
Otherwise, even with the advantage of terrain, they’d pay a severe price.
However, alongside this bad news, there came a piece of good news that delighted Lear.
The remnant soul of the Spider God, which had long failed to coalesce, finally found a response from a spider boggart after constant prayers and rituals over this period.
The statue of the Spider God started to emit a unique power.
This is the prelude to the coalescing of the remnant soul.
Lear gave the Night Shadow Clan a positive evaluation for this, indicating he would do his best to aid them.
At the same time, he sent people to haul all the ore from the Night Shadow Clan back to Weilu City...
On November 29th, there was another disturbance on the other side — the Barbarian Tribe suffered another major blow.
The dark snake-men crawled out of the passages for the second time.
This time, although the prepared barbarians managed to suppress them again,
the enemy’s numbers were too great, and during these two battles, more than three thousand barbarian warriors had perished.
If this continues, even the fierce Barbarian Chief, who hides an ancient soul within and can kill a demigod when enraged, would struggle to persist.
The entire Barbarian Tribe would be wiped out.
They sought his help for the second time...
The two friendly powers near Weilu City were both in great distress due to the lifeforms emerging from the Underworld.
After receiving the news, Lear pondered for a long time, then directly ordered the transfer of another two thousand ogres from the Broken Star Plane.
The ogres that had already been converted into followers were directly sent to the Blacksmith Shop to produce equipment.
With large-scale war imminent, expanding military supplies was urgent.
Additionally, the Alchemy Workshop also increased its investment in producing alchemy-activated armor.
On the afternoon of the 29th, Lear visited the bustling Alchemy Workshop.
Although the Blacksmith Shop bore the main equipment production task, they produced traditional armor and weapons only.
They couldn’t cater to all troop types.
The Alchemy Workshop was different; armed with the knowledge from the Ancient Goblin God, the alchemy-activated armor they produced covered a wider range.
This was an excellent way to quickly enhance the fighting capacity of the army.
Upon Lear’s arrival, the busy crowd immediately paused their work and paid him respects, eyes burning with fervor.
Their attitudes were humbly deferential to the utmost.
"Your Majesty, greetings to you."
"Good day, great Your Majesty, may the swamp be eternal!"
"..."
Ever since the construction of the church, the residents’ greetings had transformed into prayers of obedience to a divine spirit.
It was filled with fanaticism and reverence.
Being able to see the god they worshipped every day, was this not a form of bliss?
Lear nodded slightly, signaling for them to continue their work.
Meanwhile, he sent someone to call for the Ancient Goblin God.
After inspecting a couple of rounds, the Ancient Goblin God, controlling a metal body, quietly arrived.
Lear, with a thought, muted their voices and asked gravely.
"Your Majesty Azaro, the disturbances in the Underworld are becoming increasingly severe, can you discern what might be the source of the problem?"
After clearing the Holy Song Clan coalition, he had a deep conversation with the Ancient Goblin God.
But didn’t gain any results — too little information, hence hard to deduce.
Yet clearly, the situation wouldn’t halt due to their doubts; the disturbances persisted.
Many of the troops patrolling around the Mire Swamp spotted traces of underground life.
It was clear that not just a few powers were heading to the earth’s surface, more lifeforms were beginning to take action.
The Ancient Goblin God’s tone was solemn.
"Even Rose has made a move, the lurking danger might be far fiercer than it appears on the surface."
"From the urgency of these factions, it is inferred that the gods have no confidence of surviving this disaster, hence they can only escape to the surface."
He spoke in a low voice.
"To achieve such an outcome, there’s only one possibility... Their seal has loosened."
They?
Lear astutely picked up on the term, asking with doubt.
"Who are they?"
"Citizen Lear, are you aware of what the Underworld was used for once?"
"Legend tells, the Underworld was used to imprison Evil Gods, hence it’s also known as the Dungeon."
"That is not legend... it is fact."
The Ancient Goblin God’s eyes turned gloomy.
"During the ancient times before the Goblin Civilization flourished, not long after the Creator God made the world, the Ancient God had just been suppressed into the Abyss."
"The Creator God fell into weakness, the world saw large rifts, the forces of chaotic void encroached once again."
"The conflict between the Creator God and the Ancient God led to massive rule disruptions and breakdown, with divine power, divine format, and divine blood everywhere."
"These forces, eroded by chaos, bizarrely formed monsters that couldn’t be killed — Divine Abominations!"
"A weakened Creator God couldn’t kill these dreadful monsters possessing parts of their power."
"Brought to a standstill, the supreme being created the Underworld, turning it into a prison to confine them."
"Dungeon lifeforms were in fact hatched by the power released from Divine Abominations."
"Perhaps... they have sensed something and want to break free from the seal."
"A while ago... Ancient God’s force appeared."
"That alone explains why the life in the Underworld, would frantically surge to the earth’s surface."
"Once Divine Abominations escape, the entire underground life will shatter, translating to an apocalyptic disaster."
Lear narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.
Ancient Gods, Divine Abominations?
These ancient secrets... damn, they are ruthless.
Moreover, this isn’t a lie — Kalanis, this fierce existence who held part of the Authority of Tyranny, flows with the blood of Ancient Gods!
If the Ancient Goblin God’s speculations are true... then these tremors right now are likely just the beginning.
The dangers that follow, they might be tenfold, a hundredfold fiercer...
