Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 418 - 191: Undead Onslaught and Faction Movements (Part 3)

Chapter 418: Chapter 191: Undead Onslaught and Faction Movements (Part 3)

"Your Highness, should we inform Lear?"

Firina’s eyes brightened slightly at the mention of the name.

Instinctively, she touched the Rose Flower Bracelet on her wrist.

But after a moment’s hesitation, she shook her head.

"Let’s not cause unnecessary trouble... the Wilderness is his domain."

She had an unimaginable degree of trust in that awe-inspiring figure.

And the aura around him... spoke volumes.

"Yes."

Just then, woo~

A deep horn sounded, echoing through the heavens and earth.

The stunning figure in a red noble gown slowly raised her head to look into the distance.

"The war is about to start..."

Hearing the sounds from outside the city, in an unknown district of Lorand City, inside a dark basement.

Kalanis sat at the main seat, her gaze calmly sweeping over the seventeen exquisite and spacious carved chairs below.

At this moment, only three seats were occupied.

The black robe obscured her body, revealing only half of her face.

The pale golden pupils reflected the burning candles by the wall.

"Your Majesty, those damned bastards refused our demands!"

From the first seat, a burly man with a scar-covered bare chest stood up angrily, his tone tinged with madness and brutality.

"Those heretics should all be burned to death!"

"No one can defy your will!"

"Brutality is the only way!"

"Your brilliance is destined to shine upon the world!"

Kalanis glanced at the figures in the other two seats, her tone calm.

"Within half a month, completely control the other seats, integrate the Faceless Hermitage..."

"Rebels, dead or alive."

The three’s eyes lit up simultaneously; they had waited long for this day!!

"We abide by your divine command, my God!"

The adult still awaited her good news; she had delayed long enough, and those who couldn’t grasp the situation had no need to exist.

Additionally, those Tulip Clan scum... should also be eradicated.

The war outside the city had begun; she couldn’t afford to linger here.

Controlling the Faceless Hermitage was only the first step... the entire Underworld of Lorand City will fall into our grasp; this was her promise to her master!

——

On the Broken Star Plane, the sky was perpetually gray, and the earth exuded a desolate and ruined aura.

Rubble, yellow soil, scorched lands... these were the main themes, and even green grass was a rare sight.

In this Half-Plane, the rules were incomplete.

Living in this barren land was almost a nightmare for all intelligent life.

And for countless years, the Two-headed Ogres had endured this nightmare.

But Aite knew that today was the day to end it all.

Outside a towering castle wall, Aite stood supported by his mechanical limbs.

Making him considerably taller than ordinary people, he stood out conspicuously.

Behind him were thousands of formidable Two-headed Ogre Warriors.

He gazed at the traitor on the wall who had murdered his father.

Surprisingly, his gaze was devoid of the previous resentment, calm beyond belief.

Now, he had only one thought—to conquer this city, reclaim his rightful throne, and then lead the Ogre army back to the Swamp.

In the future, the Broken Star Plane would become a part of Weilu City.

Everyone would live in abundance, no longer needing to dig up roots or gnaw on dry bark in the Wilderness!

"Aite, you unnatural bastard!! You killed the old king to usurp the throne!"

"Let me tell you, as long as I’m alive, the old king’s legacy will never be yours!"

"The Red Stone Tribe’s heritage must not be ruined by your hands!"

The Two-headed Giant Chief heard this and sneered mockingly.

"Slinging mud is pointless now..."

"The wails of the weak, so pathetic and laughable."

"Perhaps you don’t know what I found in the forbidden zone... it’s the path to the future."

"This feeble Plane can no longer bear my soul."

"If not for executing you, for these tens of thousands of brave warriors, perhaps... I might never have returned in this lifetime."

Saying this, he glanced at the disbelieving traitor, suddenly losing all desire to converse.

How can one speak of the vastness of the world with a frog at the bottom of a well?!

"Attack!"

After crushing these traitors, he would lead all the warriors to kneel and swear loyalty to the great Sovereign!