Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 569: Chapter 246: This Was Gifted by Lord Lear? Impossible!!

After calming down, the face beneath the mask returned to serenity, casting a glance at the battlefield still in chaos, not lingering, then turned and headed back.

Walking straight through the camps, amidst the admiring gazes of countless wounded warriors, she arrived at the command center.

Here was only a simple three-story building; Kalanis stepped inside.

There were no guards at the entrance, nor any need for declaration; she simply walked in.

At this moment, a figure dressed in a black gown, hair seemingly floating underwater, stood with elegance, nobility, and mystery, staring at the map on the wall.

Silent but evoking a sense of pleasing majesty.

Firina, the flower of the Northern Territory, the absolute command of Lorand City, the reliance of millions.

“Miss Kalanis… Have you just met Lord Lear?”

Firina turned her head, slightly curious, looking at the lady obscured by a mask, whose aura made her admire deeply.

This was a pure warrior.

Her evaluation of Kalanis was extremely high.

Within the fragile frame of the other, lay a will she had never seen.

As firm as steel, unshakable!

The power of partial authority held by her seemed insignificant in comparison.

Kalanis wasn’t surprised by the words; within Lorand City, there was nothing that could be concealed from this extraordinary woman with wide-reaching ambitions.

Stepping forward a few strides, she held the War Intent Chains with both hands and handed them over.

“This is the treasure the lord instructed me to give you… War Intent Chains.”

“It contains extremely astonishing destructive power.”

“The lord said, you might find it useful…”

Unable to resist adding further.

“The chains are the lord’s most precious treasure, usually never parted… Retrieve them after the battle.”

Firina was taken aback, completely surprised by this revelation.

Instinctively extending her hand to receive the War Intent Chains, she felt the terrifying war intent upon holding them.

Her eyes brightened and sparkled.

Turning her gaze to the complex-expressioned Kalanis, ripples forming in her eyes.

Lord Lear… hasn’t forgotten her.

“Did Lord Lear say anything else?”

“The lord said, if you need assistance… you can contact him directly.”

Firina’s lips curved into a slight smile, as radiant as the stars.

Raising her head slightly, looking at the sky outside that bore a hint of red.

Instinctively clenching the War Intent Chains in her hand.

This was already the greatest assistance… If she couldn’t resolve this matter, she would have no dignity to command Lorand City, leading millions towards their future.

Lord Lear, I will not let you down.

Her eyes gradually sharpened.

Beastman God… let’s start with you!

Kalanis watched as Firina fell silent, said nothing more, and silently turned away.

Her steps were particularly firm.

You’re strong, but… I am not weak.

The situation is changing drastically, only by mastering stronger power can I assist the lord.

This heart will be her stepping stone to another level; as for whether she’ll succeed… she never entertains such doubts.

Her will, unshaken by anything.

Kalanis had long left when Firina was brought back from reverie by the sound of footsteps, turning her head to look.

Her personal maid—Jasmine, rushed in hurriedly.

Her face somewhat solemn.

“Your Highness, more high-tier heroes are gathering on the Beastman side, and there are already over five extraordinary ones.”

“Should we pause the plan?”

Firina’s face held a faint smile.

“No, proceed as normal…”

“But we lack a blade that can kill the Beastman God!”

Jasmine’s tone was heavy.

“Ordinary weapons can’t slay gods, even half-divine artifacts are far from enough, the divine body can resist most damage… moreover, there are so many high-tier Beastman forces, they can easily disrupt the plan.”

Firina slowly opened her hand, revealing the chains tinged with moss color in the air.

“Weapons… now we have them.”

Jasmine paused, instinctively lowering her head.

The terrifying war intent directly seeped into her soul, seeming to grind her away.

Startled, she quickly retreated several steps, bumping into a chair before snapping back to her senses.

Her tone trembled.

“Your Highness, is this treasure the City Lord’s collection?!”

No verbal description was needed; just seeing the War Intent Chains could reveal their extraordinary nature.

Firina shook her head with a smile.

“Father’s treasury doesn’t contain such treasures.”

“Then this is…”

“Borrowed from Lord Lear.”

As she said this, her lips curved again, her eyes lighting up.

Jasmine was filled with disbelief and shock.

She never expected Firina to mention Lear’s name, staring dazedly at the terrifying War Intent Chains, stammering.

“Lord Lear, how could he possess such a thing…”

This level of treasure, having operated for a millennium, with over a dozen extraordinary ones passing through Lorand City couldn’t produce.

The youth who lived in the slums half a year ago, pulled it out when they most needed it…

This transformation, this contrast, so massive it felt unreal, far more impactful than last time when he rode a Level 15 mount.

After she left, Jasmine was still somewhat confused, completely unable to describe her inner feelings.

In the end, she could only marvel that anyone worthy of the princess’s regard truly was extraordinary.

The boy whom she could once look down upon had grown to a height she could no longer reach.

Thinking back to when she once doubted whether he was worthy of the princess’s attention, she felt a bit ashamed.

Who was she, to question the princess, to doubt that boy?

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