Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 420 - 192: Reaping a Wave of Satisfaction Before the Battle Begins

Chapter 420: Chapter 192: Reaping a Wave of Satisfaction Before the Battle Begins

This is a battle that is absolutely at a disadvantage.

But the Mechanical Flying Dragon showed no signs of retreat, instead becoming even more ferocious.

Roar~

Dragon Breath brewed in its throat, then burst out in an instant.

Ten Bone Dragons simultaneously spewed out their eerie blue, negatively charged Dragon Breath.

Crackle~

The Dragon Breaths collided mid-air, intertwining and annihilating each other, the terrifying energy waves creating massive gusts.

Neither could overcome the other.

The Mechanical Flying Dragon growled lowly, its wings flapping furiously to increase speed.

It charged directly into the group of Bone Dragons to engage in close combat!

The Bone Dragons were undeterred, fighting back with all their might.

Despite being outnumbered, the metal-clad Mechanical Flying Dragon showed no signs of faltering, instead rampaging among the Bone Dragons.

The scene was incredibly intense.

The battle between the dragons allowed the Skeleton army a chance to breathe and they began to accelerate their advance into the Swamp.

But soon enough, they entered a Special area.

All around them in the mire, vast expanses of vines were growing.

Some of the undead nearing the vines were suddenly ensnared by them, their ankles bound and then yanked powerfully, their bodies plummeting into the mud.

Before they could struggle, they were dragged live into the mire.

The commotion from the dragon battle overhead was tremendous, and the occasional burst of sparks exploded around, leaving no one to care much.

Before long, several hundred Skeleton Warriors were dragged into the swamp...

Meanwhile, large numbers of venomous snakes and insects appeared around them too.

But these highly poisonous creatures, which could easily kill a living being, had no effect—undead were immune to toxins.

Only unfortunately, there weren’t enough living vines to make a significant impact on the overall numbers of the Skeleton army.

The undead army continued to advance, encountering several more instances of collapsing paths, areas where seemingly navigable ground would slowly sink into the depths.

Having progressed one-fifth of the distance and penetrated ten kilometers into the swamp, the Lich overseeing from behind noticed something was amiss.

In this short time, over 50,000 Skeleton Warriors had been swallowed by the Swamp.

And they still hadn’t encountered the true enemy!

Concealed disdain in its heart started turning into seriousness.

"Open the passage, release the Gargoyles."

"Send out the Undead Mages to freeze the swamp’s land!"

"We can’t let the army go on like this..."

Initially aiming to flatten opposition with their large numbers, it hadn’t expected the swamp’s bizarre terrain to hinder the formation of a Sea of Skulls.

Strategies must change!

Upon command, ripples spread through the void-like space behind them.

In the next moment, a Skeleton Mage holding a Magic Staff appeared in the void.

It wielded a blood-colored skull and wore a black and red Human Skin Robe.

Hands raised high.

The White Bone Staff in its hand emitted terrifying magical fluctuations.

Snap~

High above the sky, seven or eight cracks appeared.

The cracks expanded rapidly, connecting with the ground.

In an instant, spatial passageways appeared.

The next moment.

Roar~

Gruesome screams echoed from all directions.

From the cracks, countless undead creatures—Gargoyles—flew forth.

These wicked beings had a wingspan of about four meters, with bat-like wings, green faces, fangs, and muscles bulging like carved rock, reflecting a stony sheen.

Their three-fingered hands bore claws as sharp as daggers, with thick legs adorned with hooked claws.

Their tails swayed like steel whips.

They were monsters born purely for battle.

Sculpted from stone, soaked in flesh and blood, then revived with necromantic magic, they became the Gargoyles seen now.

This was a unique form of life, one of the hallmark units of the undead.

Their terrifying numbers filled the skies.

Instantly forming a black tide.

Rushing directly into the depths of the Swamp.

At the same time, figures wielding White Bone Staffs and clad in Human Skin Robes emerged on the ground.

Their numbers were beyond count.

Seeing this, the Gargoyles swooped down, their massive claws hooking onto the hollow necks of the Undead Mages, bringing them together into the fray.

The moment he flew into the swamp, magic surged from the staff in his hand, shooting down onto the mud below.

In the next moment,

the previously soft mud turned into hard rock, and the undead army, stepping on it, would no longer sink down.

Tier Two Magic—Fossil to Mud.

The undead, who originally needed to march through winding paths, immediately began to advance in a straight line.

Meanwhile, from the space rifts behind, meat grinders composed of blood and bones were pushed onto the battlefield.

These are the undead’s siege machinery, capable of throwing huge stones or plague-infested flesh bombs.

The Lich Dragon was obviously well-prepared this time.

The grand army marched with great momentum.

With the support of the Undead Mage, their marching speed began to soar.

At the same time, the sky was darkened by gargoyles, now forming dense clouds.

Weilu City.

Lear noticed the movements of the undead, but his mood didn’t fluctuate much; most of his attention was on the undead stuck in the mud.

The undead don’t need to breathe and have no signs of normal life.

Wrapped in mud, they wouldn’t die for a short time.

And their Fire of the Soul, currently wrapped in mud, still burned brightly.

Like bright lamps in the night, extremely conspicuous.

In a moment of thought, a slight movement of his mind,

he quietly mobilized the Swamp Power to avoid detection by the Lich Dragon, dragging the Skeleton Warriors trapped in the mud to the rear of the battlefield.

Soon, one by one, Skeleton Warriors emerged from a deliberately prepared muddy area in the southeast corner of Weilu City.

In the next moment, the mud turned into arms, throwing the Skeleton Warriors into the Land of Crimson Rot within the city.

Blood-colored energy surged and enveloped the Skeleton Warriors.

In just a few breaths, they were corroded into residue.

Although these undead lacked the support of flesh energy, they exchanged it for even more powerful soul energy!

Normal life forms, upon contact with this energy, would immediately be eroded by the undead aura.

If not purified in time, they would become new undead.

But these powers are negligible in front of the Land of Crimson Rot... deep underground, the blood and flesh of the Abyss Duke are still suppressed!

Under his control, countless Skeleton Warriors in front were transported back.

Lear gathered all of this abundant soul energy and sealed it deep within the Land of Crimson Rot.

The quantity accumulated more and more, reaching a critical point, when the Desolate Tomb suddenly transmitted a unique emotion to him—it craved that soul energy.

With a shift in thought, Lear did not hesitate and directly funneled the newly harvested soul energy entirely into the Desolate Tomb.

This unique Level 14 undead life form, upon the influx of vast energy, immediately expressed a jubilant emotion.

It began to devour madly.

The flowers blooming atop the tomb, like being caressed by a spring breeze, became increasingly bright and lively.

As the undead advanced, the number of undead caught by the swamp increased rapidly,

and the aura of the Desolate Tomb rose at an exaggerated speed.

When the undead army penetrated 30 kilometers into the swamp, several traps were triggered, and even with the Undead Mage’s assistance, the collapse of the traps could not be stopped.

The number of Skeleton Warriors trapped in the mud soared past 100,000!

These are Level 9 units, certainly not weaklings.

After a few rounds of harvesting and gaining abundant soul power, the devouring of the Desolate Tomb finally reached its limit.

Like a long-dormant volcano erupting in rage, its aura suddenly surged.

The surrounding space emanated a terrifying evil aura.

The Deserted Tomb Guards floating in the sky let out a collective wail and suddenly turned back, crashing into the tomb head like arrows, disappearing without a trace.

Crack~

Like a balloon being blown up, the Desolate Tomb grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, expanding to a diameter of 20 meters in just a few breaths.

Flowers bloomed furiously on the tomb head.

It gave a strange sense of gloom yet vitality.

Lear opened its Attribute Panel and immediately saw its level displayed prominently as Level 15!

After several upgrades, this unique undead life, actively attracted to the Land of Crimson Rot, finally reached the pinnacle of 4 Stars Potential.

His mood became extremely joyful.

He had thought that battling the undead, lacking flesh, would not yield significant rewards.

Unexpectedly, before the battle even started, he had already reaped a delightful gain. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The level increase of the Desolate Tomb meant that the most ferocious force in Weilu City—the Deserted Tomb Guard—would be elevated to Level 15!

What does it mean to have 2,000 ethereal entities, immune to physical damage, at Level 15, capable of continuous revival, and wielding glowing with 20 Inscribed Runes, attaining a 400% attack damage increase?

Even 7 Great Demons are only Level 15...

He couldn’t even imagine the terrifying combat power this army could unleash!

What nonsense about the Lich Dragon, now even without mobilizing the Swamp Power, just using the Deserted Tomb Guard could bash it to death!