Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

The Level 15 beastman felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by an extremely terrifying beast.

Startled, before he could react, he felt a force as if stars were collapsing and mountains were crumbling, sweeping over him.

The next moment, he felt the beast-skin backpack on his back suddenly shake, and a shattered crystal floated out directly.

In his astonished gaze, it flew directly into the hands of the human youth behind him, who wore a blood-red crown and had an extraordinary presence with an imposing air that commanded respect.

Lear held the Divine Fragment in his hand and immediately felt an incredibly familiar aura emanating from it.

He looked on with satisfaction.

The second Divine Fragment was finally in hand!

And this Divine Fragment is the accelerator for the transformation of the Two-headed Ogres into the Swamp Divine Race!

Now only the last Divine Fragment remains unrecovered.

But he believed it wouldn’t take long for it all to return to his hands.

Perceiving the divine aura that seeped into the soul and bloodline, the beastman commander’s face turned extremely fearful.

This is the same aura as the Beastman God!!

“God, Divine Spirit?!”

An unbelievable shock surged through his eyes.

To think that this human youth before him is a Divine Spirit!!

That kind of familiar, sacred, and inviolable aura could not possibly be faked!!

After the fall of the Beastman God, during their most empty and helpless time, a Divine Spirit personally descended to recruit them.

This left him both shocked and overwhelmed with flattery.

With a trembling heart, he gritted his teeth and finally knelt to the ground.

“Honorable Your Majesty, we are willing to work for you…”

Having agreed, he felt completely relieved.

Leading thousands of people to survive in the icy and snowy wilderness was not only physically unbearable but also carried such immense psychological pressure that it nearly drove him to collapse.

Especially because of the lack of food, with people dying every day, he constantly bore the weight of the pressure.

Now, finally having a backing, he no longer needed to bear such a heavy responsibility.

Lear nodded slowly.

“Take all your troops into the space rift.”

“Rest for now, and tomorrow I will take you to the working place.”

Beastmen are fierce by nature and prone to causing disturbances, so Lear did not intend to have them stay in Weilu City.

He directly sent them outside to mine ore and to log; they were excellent labor force.

These beastmen, all uniformly seven or eighth-level warriors, were as effective as a bunch of small excavators, very useful.

The beastman commander immediately complied, and after getting up, he didn’t dare to be vague, promptly gathering the higher-ups to pass along the message.

Although these beastmen felt somewhat conflicted, after months of harsh experiences, they had long given up on so-called glory.

Bowing to survival and submitting to another Divine Spirit was not shameful.

This beastman army, numbering more than 5,000, had no objections, quietly entering the Swamp Divine Kingdom through the space rift, with each allocated a large chunk of bread from a bread mountain.

These honey-sweetened pieces of bread were delicious, nearly bringing tears to the eyes of starving beastmen who hadn’t eaten in days…

Lear deliberately arranged an open space for them to rest, with a hearty dinner provided at night.

Beastmen were sturdy and enduring; as long as they were fed sufficiently, they could be put to work by early the next day.

Once all the beastmen had entered, he, too, brought a few people across the space rift back to the Divine Kingdom.

After sending the three extraordinary back to Weilu City, Lear, holding the Broken Divine Format, arrived at the gathering place of the Two-headed Ogres.

These ogres, with two heads, could no longer be recognized.

One of the heads was like a deflated balloon, completely shriveled down to half the size of a fist.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before they completely disappeared.

This is their evolved status; simultaneously, clusters of moss began to grow on their bodies.

They appeared vibrant, full of swamp characteristics.

Their ugly and sinister appearances were also refined, shifting towards a more normal, even handsome look.

Their height increased to 3 meters and stabilized at this altitude.

With a slight perception, one could sense that the level of these Two-headed Ogres had been elevated to Level 16.

However, unfortunately, after reaching this level, their advancement rate had significantly slowed.

At present, few of the Two-headed Ogres were active; most were lying on the ground, wholly absorbed in the energy from the earth flooding into them for metamorphosis.

Seeing this, Lear moved his thoughts and once again took out the Divine Fragment.

In the Divine Kingdom, the Divine Fragment manifested extremely actively, attracting all the surrounding energy.

In a place filled with swamp rules, it was beginning to show its true power.

Lear took a deep breath, activated the Origin Power, and directly integrated the Divine Fragment into the Divine Kingdom.

At the same time, he drew out the Origin aura representative of the Two-headed Ogres, unhesitatingly injecting all the Divine Fragment’s energy into it.

At this moment, all the Two-headed Ogres felt a terrifying energy surging through their bloodline, speeding up their previously slowed metamorphosis.

Their aura began to soar, while the surrounding energy surged in more swiftly.

In fact, due to the overwhelmingly violent energy, they fell into a slumber.

When they awoke again, it would be… at the moment of completing their metamorphosis.

Lear, perceiving this, was in an exceptionally good mood.

This time, he hoped they would not disappoint him.

The Swamp Divine Race would certainly not be inferior to any ordinary Ultimate Soldier!

And those Two-headed Ogres numbered more than ten thousand.

No need to consume the Power of Faith one by one to recruit, like the Master of Marshes or Wetland Angels.

They could directly form up!

A legion formed of ten thousand Swamp Divine Race members was unimaginably fierce!

What Dark Crow Legion, Tyrant Legion… all would be defeated upon arrival.