Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 611 - 262: Satisfying Development

Two-winged Demon

[Level]: 18

[Unit Traits]: Elegance, always maintain elegance no matter the situation. As long as elegance is maintained, one’s strength will not wane, with unlimited stamina.

[Skills]: Severing Void (Special) Elegantly drawing the sword to strike, akin to ancient noble duels, sword glint can sever the void, covering a 200-meter diameter.

Demon Transformation (Special) Upon receiving a fatal attack, can transform into 300 little demons, negating the fatal damage. As long as one little demon survives, it will not die.

Demon Nobility (Special) All Attributes increase by 80%, immune to mind control skills, immune to curses, highly poisonous effects, and instant death traits.

Shattering Sky Slash (Special) Instantly unleashes 37 sword glints, tearing apart all enemies within 200 meters.

Killing Strike (Special) Selects an enemy, unleashing a killing strike that can instantly pierce a target 300 meters away.

[Evaluation]: A fierce and powerful demon unit, they are elegant yet brutal.

Goodness, elegance is never outdated?!

This unit trait is quite interesting...

Lear looked at the attributes of the two-winged demon and smiled with satisfaction.

Though not a Hero unit, without additional bonuses but... these attributes are sufficient to be ferocious.

The attack power is too formidable.

So sharp that even a Great Demon suffered great losses.

As an enemy, anyone would have a headache, but now, having these two-winged demons on hand, that feeling is different.

This sharp sword is now under his control!

Seven Great Demons, like shepherd dogs herding sheep, immediately take action to drive the two-winged demons into the swamp once they emerge from the space rift.

No hunting is needed, just driving them away, which is quite effortless.

Those two-winged demons, although sensing the swamp’s ferocity, have no choice but to enter.

And once they set foot in the mist, unsurpassed power descends from above, directly subduing and enslaving these two-winged demons.

Lear at this moment felt a thrilling sensation of fishing; without even casting bait, he could watch these little fish one by one getting hooked from the cracks.

Immediately ordered the Great Demons to speed up the driving.

Before long, he accumulated four squads in hand.

Then ordered the two-winged demons to join in driving their companions.

This increased the efficiency even more!

Lear was immersed in ecstasy, every one of these demons that appeared might become his slave.

That feeling was exhilarating.

The thrill of catching fish rapidly, continuously hooking felt even more satisfying.

Thus, busy until morning of the 23rd, Lear had already enslaved a whole squadron of two-winged demons.

Had it not been for the limited number emerging from the space rift, this figure could rise even further.

At this point, even the Great Demons could disengage, letting the already enslaved two-winged demons take the lead in driving their companions into the swamp.

For each one entering, one would be enslaved.

Originally, Lear only planned for three or five large units of two-winged demons, but now—rolling like a snowball—a legion of tens of thousands was not a problem.

Just thinking about it made one’s mood beautiful.

But just then, Lear suddenly paused, turning his head to look in a certain direction.

His gaze became profound.

Before long, from the west of the swamp, a holy, solemn, and dignified hymn echoed from the horizon.

Upon hearing the hymn, one felt their inner self cleansed, gaze becoming respectful, wicked thoughts within swept clean.

It felt as if the entire being had transcended.

Gradually, the sky lit up with a milky-white Holy Light, illuminating and spreading over.

The aura it brought was sacred and pure, causing one’s heart and spirit to waver and sway.

Like the first ray of light rising in the sky, illuminating the hopeless night.

The holy song was chanted.

The glow gradually approached, reaching the swamp’s edge, revealing a scene ordinary people would kneel in awe upon seeing.

A Four-winged Angel holding a Holy Sword, leading three squads of two-winged angels, slowly flew in.

Wherever they passed, vegetation thrived, birds sang out, all darkness and shadows blurred at that moment.

Angels!

The Divine Spirit’s most faithful protectors, emblems of light, justice, fairness, mercy, compassion... and innumerable other positive words.

Simultaneously, symbols of strength, might, immortality, and divinity.

Their presence signifies the arrival of light, the retreat of darkness.

On the Main Plane, angels rarely appear. To witness these mythical beings is akin to experiencing a divine miracle.

And now, the most sacred beings under the Divine Spirit’s banner made a singular appearance in large numbers!

This sight was quite soul-stirring.

Upon reaching the swamp’s edge, the Four-winged Angel stepped forward, gazing at the mist ahead.

Those crystal-clear blue eyes seemed to see through the void.

After a brief pause, the angel placed a hand on their chest, bowed slightly toward the swamp, and departed without saying a word, taking the army along.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the wilderness.

Lear, witnessing this scene, hadn’t quite come back to his senses.

These angels clearly noticed something unusual about the swamp... but, they just left?

The Swamp God, with no allegiance, is a neutral Divine Spirit, neither loathed by the forces of light nor those of evil.

But he hadn’t expected such a blunt departure from them.

Lear expected an intense confrontation with these angels, yet it never materialized.

This, however, left him feeling vaguely uneasy; angels patrolling the wilderness couldn’t merely be casual wanderers; there must be something behind this.

Could it be that the Master of Dawn is arranging for the collapse of the Underworld? Or does it concern the impending catastrophe?

That existence with Powerful Divine Power has already taken action, so what about the Gods?