Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 198: Chapter 109: 4-Star Vein! Blood Nourishment, the Imminent Emergence of the Dark Boss

The cave dwellers who were trembling at the treetops saw that it was finally safe and hurriedly scrambled down to the ground along the branches and roots.

It was only when their feet touched the ground did they feel secure.

Lear was delighted to see the reinforcements arrive.

There’s no need to worry about them anymore!!

This is his defense tower!

He immediately integrated the Ancient Tree Guardians into the defensive formation.

In no time, 20 more limitless ammunition turrets were erected.

A total of 40 turrets firing simultaneously made the scene intense in an instant.

The overwhelming Fallen Demon army began to feel the oppressive aura brought by Weilu City.

From afar, one could see the twenty-meter-tall Ancient Tree Guardians gathering huge stones and then hurling them overhead.

And the huge stones were not just for individual damage; they exploded!

More terrifying was that… the Ancient Tree Guardians had an endless supply of ammunition, as if tireless.

After hours of throwing, they still showed no signs of fatigue.

With the continuous bombardment, the number of demons reaching the Land of Crimson Rot started to plummet sharply.

The pressure on the line of defense significantly reduced.

Lear saw this and was full of joy.

If there’s time, he must send the Dark Night Elves and Granny Green Grass into the wilderness to find more treants.

The combat strength of these units is damn overwhelming!!

If there were three or five hundred… not just guarding the iron mine, they could easily sweep away these demons.

With the defense line reinforced, Lear turned his attention to the cave dwellers.

Looking at these anxious and even trembling underground beings, he amusingly ordered them to mine.

The blacksmith shop hadn’t been idle recently either, and made quite a few mining tools for the cave dwellers, which were now brought over.

With instructions, the cave dwellers’ inner fears slightly subsided, and they immediately went to the ore to mine.

Outside, the demons howled and roared, the air was filled with the pungent stench of sulfur and blood, terrifying the cave dwellers as they worked fervently, channeling their fears into the ore.

Fortunately, the ores here weren’t difficult to mine, otherwise, it would be a nightmare.

With reinforcements, the 40 turrets roared continuously, stabilizing the battle, even the Dark Night Elves barely intervened.

Time slowly passed, from midnight to dawn.

But the sky above this relic was always shrouded in a dim gray, like pre-rain weather, with no change between night and day.

The situation remained stable.

And after a night of slaughter, the endless demon army still seemed boundless.

It made Lear wonder if this relic directly connected to the Abyss.

Too many, a feeling of exhaustion from killing.

But the assault of the demon army not only brought danger but also unprecedented gains—

Countless corpses!

He even had the Crimson Queen Bee return once to Weilu City mid-way, and the Bubble Beast’s bubbles were again filled with corpses.

This time back, Bain directly reported… the number of corpses needed to transform the Cold-blooded Cavalry was sufficient, no need to send more back.

In just this short period, the resources required to transform 300 Cold-blooded Cavalry were acquired.

Lear felt quite content.

No need to hoard more, he placed all remaining corpses in the Land of Crimson Rot, letting this land devour them.

Amidst the massive pile of corpses.

The bloody aura of the Land of Crimson Rot became even more intense.

Simultaneously, the area, which hadn’t expanded previously, began to grow slowly.

The large number of demon corpses even slowed down the devouring speed of the Land of Crimson Rot.

The influx of corpses exceeded its digestion…

A rather peculiar scene emerged.

And the massive corpses brought substantial energy, providing the strongest support for the Desolate Tomb and the Crimson Queen Bee.

Allowing them to utilize their troops freely.

The Deserted Tomb Guard constantly fought at the forefront, resurrecting immediately after death to rejoin the battle.

While the Crimson Wasp was expendable, re-corruptible with the Power of the Undead, and with the Land of Crimson Rot as support, there’s no need to worry about anything else.

The boundless demon army instead became a rare growth opportunity for Weilu City.

The previously scarce flesh became abundant, making Lear feel like a starved person finally having a full meal.

He truly cherished the current situation.

Leaving the relic, wanting flesh would require arduous hunting.

And the benefits brought by the massive demons weren’t only enjoyed by the Land of Crimson Rot; the Flesh Butcher, that terrifying divine life, also experienced significant enhancement.

Constantly fighting at the frontline.

The number of demons personally slaughtered by the Flesh Butcher was beyond countable.

But now, blood-red souls were swirling around him, emitting hideous cries.

At each attack, the Fallen Demons on the opposite side could hear soul-trembling screams and cries of agony.

Like the voices of thousands enduring torture.

Desperate and resentful.

The war axe swung, crippling the enemy’s combat power long before striking them.

Making his slaughter all the easier.

Simultaneously, because the devoured blood-flesh energy was immense, the Flesh Butcher’s Devouring Growth skill evolved.

Devouring Growth—a skill that can continuously strengthen its body by devouring flesh, gaining a passive skill after each enhancement threshold.

Current Level—Middle Tier, Passive Skills: 1. Steel Skeleton, body skeleton harder than steel.

2. Bloodless Body, blood in the body merges with the body, injuries don’t result in blood loss, and can swiftly heal wounds by expending internal strength.

Bloodless Body!

This skill boosted the Flesh Butcher’s combat power again.

No matter how the Fallen Demons attacked, or how severe the wounds, it didn’t affect him a bit.

With inner strength circulating, wounds healed like rubber bands.

When paired with the trait of having no critical weaknesses, the Flesh Butcher continued down the path of abnormality, evolving into a true dark boss.

By afternoon, the Cold-blooded Cavalry, who had been battling all night, rotated out for a brief rest to replenish food and water.

Lear also remained amidst the army to tend to the Cold-blooded Cavalry’s injuries.

But just as he was busy, a determined figure suddenly appeared before Lear.

The golden pupils were particularly striking.

The person’s torn clothing exposed large patches of scabbed wounds beneath.

Those hideous, spine-chilling scars commanded respect.

But more striking was the unwavering spirit emanating from them, akin to a soldier who would challenge a giant dragon with a sword, no matter the threat!

A single glance was enough to make one recognize that this was a warrior, a brave warrior!

Lear was somewhat astonished, looking at Kalanis.

She actually broke free from the Ancient Tree Guardian’s hold?

Before he could speak, Kalanis gently clutched her chest and saluted with respect.

“Sir, thank you for your merciful rescue…”

“But I have recovered… A warrior of the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps never leaves a comrade in the lurch.”

“Sir, I request to join the battle ranks.”

Lear looked at this earnest-eyed figure whose gaze didn’t waver a bit.

He hesitated, wondering what kind of experiences shaped such a character?

Who always seeks battle, assuming without verifying that they are comrades and allies?

Moreover, she mentioned… the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps?

His original memories seemed to hold some information about them… A mercenary corps active in the wilderness, that once hunted a giant dragon.