Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 206: Chapter 113: Is This Harvest Beyond Belief?!

“From now on, you are under my command. If anyone dares to lay a hand on my subordinates, they’re trampling on Weilu City!”

“No one has the right to bully my subordinates without my permission.”

Kalanis felt the genuineness in his tone, feeling slightly stunned… How did I become an underling of this Lord?

“Moreover… Kalanis, the power within you is far stronger than you imagine.”

“Once you grow… So what if they’re Level 19? Even Extraordinary ones can be slain!”

Even Extraordinary ones can be slain?

Kalanis thought Lear was just trying to comfort her.

She smiled and shook her head.

“My Lord, let me handle this matter, I don’t wish for you to face such enemies… Besides, your clan might have connections with the Tulip Clan and may not want you involved.”

She didn’t like letting others take responsibility for her affairs.

This was her vendetta, unrelated to others.

For someone to have such a powerful army, they must have received strong family support.

Moreover, the Northern Province is only so big, the chances of your family having ties with the Tulip Clan aren’t small, I’ve encountered such situations many times.

No need to drag others into hatred because of this.

Lear calmly said.

“I am the Pioneer Lord… As for the family? They long remain a part of history.”

“If there was one, then I’d be the new Patriarch.”

Pioneer Lord?!

Kalanis’ eyes showed some surprise.

Instinctively, she glanced around.

The towering vine walls, constructed in just a few short days, blocked much of the view.

Yet still visible were the fiercely battling armies on top of the walls and the terrifying Treants over 20 meters tall.

This army has fended off endless Demon Tide attacks for days!

And it’s getting easier by the day.

Such a formidable army of this scale is nowhere near unknown… This is actually the army of a Pioneer Lord?!

Her expression immediately changed.

Respect surged within her.

Only those who struggle to survive in the Wilderness know how difficult it is to establish a territory in this terrifying land.

And cultivating a powerful army is even harder.

She’s personally witnessed no less than ten territories of Pioneer Lords fall into ruin after being destroyed.

True human tragedies.

What’s more… the other party is still so young.

After taking a deep breath, Kalanis wanted to say more, but Lear waved his hand to stop her.

With profound intent, he said.

“There’s no need to refuse further… We still have time, making a decision in a few days won’t be too late.”

“I have a way to activate the bloodline within you, and a way to hunt down that Level 19 Tulip Count.”

“As for the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps you lead, I can provide resources for development. I wouldn’t mind developing another powerful, valiant army…”

Kalanis’ pale golden eyes gazed at Lear, indistinctly unable to help but ask.

“My Lord, why are you so persistent…”

Lear straightforwardly said.

“Kalanis, I admire courageous warriors, and you are exemplary among them. I hope you will lead warriors to charge in Weilu City’s forces!”

These words made Kalanis take a deep breath, her expression becoming more complex, slowly placing a hand over her chest as she bowed.

“My Lord, thank you for valuing me… I’m not as exceptional as you think.”

Lear gave her a deep look, saying nothing more.

Your power within far exceeds your imagination… Investing in someone with potential to become a Demigod in the future is undoubtedly a worthwhile endeavor.

Let him continue resting; he turned around and left to oversee the battle.

To persuade the steadfast Kalanis to join him still needed time. For now, continuing to hunt and earning more blood energy should come first.

However, the matter of a demon’s head raised by Kalanis aroused his curiosity.

Ensuring the area remained fortified, he turned to the imprisoned Great Demon nearby.

The Level 15 demon hero, now reduced to only a head, had finally calmed.

Eyes vacant, gazing at the weeds on the nearby desolate tomb, it had lost the arrogance it displayed upon its initial arrival.

As Lear approached, it turned its gaze towards him in resentment.

“Damn human!”

Its sulfurous eyes, filled with bloodshot, were ablaze with fury.

Cursing is the lament of the weak.

Lear looked it directly in the eye, speaking calmly.

“In another area, there is a massive demon head… Do you know any details about it?”

The Great Demon’s eyes flickered with mockery.

“So… you want to take that head?”

“That’s the head left by the Molten Flame Demon Lord, now fused with the earth… Want to take it? You’ll have to lift that land first.”

“Humans are always so greedy, ignorant, laughable!”

Lear’s eyebrows slightly raised.

This tone… oblivious to its fate.

The demon hero, feeling he’d had his vent, suddenly sensed a terrifying, indescribable pressure rising.

An aura sacred and inviolable, majestic and vast as mountains and seas.

It seeped into the soul, pierced the blood.

Making him tremble, seized by fear.

His soul seemed clutched by a massive hand, creaking as if it might be crushed at any moment!

“A… Divine Spirit?!”

The Great Demon’s voice was filled with indescribable shock and disbelief.

This unremarkable human… was actually someone with supreme power.

The inner hatred shattered instantly, replaced by endless dread.

No longer dared to look directly at Lear, its head bowed low.

“Esteemed Your Majesty…”

Its voice trembled.

As a dark creature of the Abyss, it knew better than other races the terror of Divine Spirits.

Those who could extract the soul and torment forever and ever.

It once witnessed such a scene… leaving a deep psychological scar.

The Main Plane isolates Divine Spirits, but in the Abyss… Abyss Dukes with supreme power are absolute rulers.

Blasphemy?

That would be met with a punishment a thousand times more agonizing than death.

Lear maintained his majestic aura, pressing on.

“Your life and soul are already my spoils… Demons may not fear death, but I have countless ways to make you wish for it.”

“What do you have now to trade for your life?”

The demon hero spoke in a trembling voice.

“Great one… I have no Treasure, this Relic is already barren, with no Magic Items either.”

“That head truly is fused with the earth, I dare not deceive you…”

His confidence waning as he trailed off, am I going to die?

Suddenly, as if it thought of something, it loudly exclaimed.

“Do you need demon souls?!”

“The Fallen Demons outside are countless, does my soul still need your guidance?”

The Great Demon excitedly said.

“Souls like mine!!”

“Esteemed Your Majesty… our nest still has 6 more Great Demons, I can lure them here!”

Hearing this, Lear immediately became restless.

Another 6 Great Demons?!!

Looking at the Level 15 demon hero with only a head exposed on the earth surface, Lear’s breath quickened slightly.

Though it was captured by him, this was based on having the Land of Crimson Rot and slaughtering countless Fallen Demons.

Otherwise, just with ten times its Level 15 strength, it could sweep a region alone.

Only the Flesh Butcher and Two-headed Ogre Chieftain could contend against it.

If all 6 Great Demons could be captured and enslaved as well…

Imagining that scenario, he gulped.

This is one hell of a windfall!!