Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 281: Chapter 139: Ultimate Metamorphosis, the Might of Authority!

A faint holy aura was emanating above…

On a fortress as tall as a mountain, wing-spanned venomous flying dragons with wings over 15 meters flew through the sky in innumerable numbers.

Shadows cast on the ground like twisted monsters.

At the highest point of the fortress, a flag with a black wolf head imprinted on it fluttered in the wind.

At the top of the flag, a crystal ball exuding immense magic power was supplying energy to the entire fortress.

In the midst of a vast expanse of white, snowflakes fell from the sky.

In a city built from frost and snow, the lord wearing a crown of ice and snow stood upon the city wall.

Their azure blue gaze looked at the monsters outside the city, surging like ocean waves, covered in ice and snow.

Holding tightly a sharp treasure sword in hand, the green gemstone embedded in its hilt shone brightly.

Behind them, a statue of the Ice and Snow Queen shed brilliance, its chilling power freezing the earth.

Three scenes flashed by, and Lear immediately perceived… that was where the remaining fragments of the Swamp Divine Format were scattered.

After seizing the authority, he could vaguely perceive the general direction.

At that moment, the vampire in the Dark Castle suddenly lifted his head to look into the air, his eyes turning crimson.

“Who dares to spy on my treasure?!”

In the Beastman Tribe, a venomous flying dragon landed at the edge of the fortress’s flag.

A beastman with a ferocious head, wielding a sharp broadsword, dismounted, his long fangs jutting out over his lips as his gaze swept around.

“I smell the scent of enemies… guard our flag, for it is the foundation of the Black Wolf Clan’s rise!”

On the icy and snowy land, the lord wearing a crown suddenly awoke, turning to look at the statue of the goddess behind him.

His eyes filled with doubts and hesitation.

“My god… was it you observing us just now?”

Although there was no response, he was still high-spirited.

He suddenly brandished the long sword in his hand, pointing at the ice and snow monsters relentlessly attacking the city walls.

His gaze fell upon the warriors on the city wall.

“The great, merciful, just, eternal sovereign who holds the ice and snow is watching over us!”

“Hold back these low-tier beings, protect the children of the Ice and Snow Goddess!”

Countless armored warriors on the city wall suddenly glared fiercely, their morale surging.

…

At that moment, Lear did not know that those scenes were aware of his gaze; all his attention was concentrated in his mind.

Authority of the Swamp!!

The power that only a divine spirit could wield had now completely integrated into the shattered divine format.

At this moment, he truly controlled the power of authority!

And it was complete, without the slightest bit of fragmentation!

Now, as the Swamp God, he would officially embark on an eternal path!

The only pity was that the divine format was severely shattered, strictly limiting the power of authority.

It was like an elephant being forced into a mouse’s hole.

The vessel could not bear the individual’s power, having to condense part of its power, leaving a mouse-sized body to navigate within.

But if he were to gain all the power, he wouldn’t be able to stay on the Main Plane, and the laws would repel him into the Chaotic Void.

Yet, even so, he still wielded power unimaginable to ordinary people!!

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the nearly explosive emotion within, his gaze turned to the flying dragon imprisoned on the Land of Flesh and Blood.

The corners of his mouth lifted high.

A Level 16 lifeform that, months ago, seemed like a divine or demon in his eyes, untouchable and intimidating.

Now… a prisoner!

At this moment, he could suppress and imprison it with a single hand.

The difference was like an era apart.

As he pondered, he waved his hand.

The twelve War Intent Chains that imprisoned the flying dragon slowly rose, encircling his side once more.

Standing suspended in the air, the chains circled around.

Wearing a Crown of Blood, the pitch-black cloak fluttered behind him like ink.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Kalanis’s mind, and she felt she would not forget it until the day she died.

Beneath, the Great Demon and the Flesh Butcher, along with the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, now slowly prostrated themselves downwards, saluting their sovereign in the most humble and fervent manner…