Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 246: Chapter 128: Crushing Victory, Ruthless Profits, Godslaying Heart?!

The terrifying pain nearly drove him insane.

At that very moment.

Swish~

A more terrifying agony surged into his mind from behind.

Turning his head, he saw the headless horrific being standing indifferently, holding a blood-drenched war axe.

A massive scar connected from the back of its neck to its spine!

Before the King of Naga could recover from the pain.

Several mechanical limbs extended, like long snakes, directly imprisoning his four arms, forcibly tying him up.

The dazed King of Naga no longer had any chance to fight back.

The Great Demon swarmed forward, claws wildly swinging.

When they dispersed, the once-invincible Level 15 Hero had completely collapsed.

Blood flowed from his body like water.

The transparent crown on his head seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing his head low.

If not for the mechanical limbs holding up his four arms, he would have collapsed on the ground.

Lear’s gaze turned rather subtle upon witnessing this.

Even the King of Naga, holding two treasures and reaching Level 15, could only curse his fate under the blade of Weilu City.

From beginning to end, he didn’t even intervene once.

His inner emotions surged high.

This was his army!

After taking a deep breath, he gestured for the Two-headed Giant Chief to take the King of Naga back to the Land of Crimson Rot.

The moment the Level 15 Hero landed, the earthy flesh churned, forming a prison that directly imprisoned him deep within the earth.

The transparent crown on his head and that scepter were sealed away as well.

Lear’s eyes burned with excitement.

Since ordinary Level 12 Dark Naga could be transformed, then this Level 15 King of Naga… why couldn’t it?!

The energy hidden within his Land of Crimson Rot was enough to transform another 10, even 20 Level 15 Heroes!!

Just from this Level 15 Hero, the battle had already been overwhelmingly profitable.

Moreover… there were so many Dark Naga as surplus.

And those two weapons were absolutely valuable!

With Weilu City’s growth, it entered a positive snowballing cycle.

Expanding was no longer as severely restricted as before.

Meanwhile, the battlefield began searching for still-living Dark Naga.

After a round of clearance, all those not yet dead were sent back to the Land of Crimson Rot, starting to be transformed…

Lear took stock slightly, and the smile on his face grew even broader.

The number of Nagas not yet dead exceeded three squadrons!!

If all were transformed into Corrupted Nagas, he could instantly have three squadrons of Level 12 units on hand.

Previously-hard-to-find High Tier units could now be easily acquired.

His mood became exceptionally pleasant.

After cleaning the battlefield, the army paused briefly before piercing into the valley entrance.

But deeper inside, the view was obscured by black mist, making it impossible to see the scene within.

Lear felt vaguely uneasy looking at the black mist.

He waved his hand.

“Deserted Tomb Guard, proceed and investigate first!”

2,000 phantoms immediately gripped their scythes, floating in to enter the black mist.

As the Deserted Tomb Guard entered, the black mist seemed to come alive, twisting fiercely.

Forming various grotesque and bizarre shapes, it rushed directly toward the Deserted Tomb Guard.

Crack~ like a clenched fist.

Bam~ over a hundred Deserted Tomb Guards exploded on the spot.

Dying instantly.

The Deserted Tomb Guards not yet entered sensed danger and shrieked, swinging their scythes frantically to slash at the black mist.

Suddenly, the mist was torn by the scythes, forced to retreat.

The remaining thousand-plus simultaneously attacked, inflicting huge damage on the black mist.

A piercing scream sounded.

As if some dark life form had been injured.

Lear was a bit surprised.

This heavy black mist was actually alive?

Yet opening the Attribute Panel revealed nothing.

Or was… the black mist being controlled by someone behind the scenes?

The deceased Deserted Tomb Guards quickly resurrected, rejoining the battle.

2,000 Level 14 undying beings moved together, making a rather grand display.

With scythes swinging, the mist was continuously cleared.

And the black mist’s few counterattacks shattered seven or eight squads of Deserted Tomb Guards.

If they had rashly entered unprepared, they would’ve suffered a huge loss.

After persisting for ten minutes or so, the Deserted Tomb Guards’ casualties exceeded half.

If not for their capability to revive constantly, Lear would have been heartbroken.

This made him even more cautious.

What exactly was this black mist?

Even beings as formidable as Flesh Butchers, Two-headed Giant Chiefs would have to expend great effort to kill a thousand Deserted Tomb Guards.

Yet now it was done so effortlessly.

As the number of fallen Deserted Tomb Guards surpassed two thousand, each having resurrected once.

The black mist began to thin, and after its contained energy dropped to a certain threshold, a sudden breeze blew it apart massively.

At this moment, the scene within the valley finally emerged.

Lear gazed intently, spotting an ebony altar situated in the central area.

Over 5 meters high and 15 meters long.

The altar’s surroundings were engraved with twisted Abyssal Runes, exuding a terrifying presence clearly felt even from hundreds of meters away.

Atop the ebony altar, a black, ethereal heart was pulsating.

Thump thump~

Thump thump~

With each beat, the surrounding runes would glimmer in response.

Around that heart, dark lightning-like fissures extended.

With every pulse, those fissures would become visible like the runes.

Appearing inexplicably mysterious.

Observing the fine fissures, Lear’s eyes filled with solemnity.

Through them, he sensed an indescribable darkness and malevolent aura.

In a daze, he heard low murmurs in his ear.

That was… the whispers of the Abyss!!

Behind these fissures lay the world’s most sinister place, the dreaded evil location—Bottomless Abyss!!

The Dark Naga’s presence lingered on the fissures… evidently arriving via the altar.

The Cyclops, who hadn’t participated in the battle, fearfully pointed at the pulsating ethereal heart.

His voice carried an indescribable terror.

“Master… it’s that heart, they’re looking for that heart!!”

“The Godslaying Heart!!”