Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Nothing unusual for now, it’s rare to have some free time, so I leisurely headed to the fish pond north of Weilu City to rest.

Currently, the Dragon Blood Red Fish farm has moved more than 10 kilometers to the north, a bit away from the territory.

This fish pond is now left solely for his viewing pleasure.

Lying on a vine chair, with the maid beside him preparing hot tea, Lear half-closed his eyes, relaxed.

The rapid pace of development during this period had kept his nerves constantly tense.

This kind of leisure time was somewhat hard to come by.

After relaxing comfortably for two days, it was May 18.

In the morning, just after Lear finished breakfast and was about to visit the Venus Flytrap planting area, a black and red power burst forth over the swamp.

The sky’s light was completely obscured, plunging the land into darkness.

The terrifying aura it emanated was like the collapse of heaven and earth, making one’s heart tremble with fear.

All the residents of Weilu City inexplicably felt a sense of panic, as if stared at by a beast hidden in the dark, ready to pounce the next moment.

Upon witnessing this scene, Lear’s gaze became sharp.

With a single step, his body appeared directly in the sky.

The next second, three figures appeared beside him… Kalanis, Betina, along with Tulos, the Vampire Extraordinary.

The group surrounded him, their eyes intensely focused on the dreadful black and red energy.

At this moment, the black and red energy slowly flowed, like a blooming flower.

It gave off a seductive yet extremely dangerous feeling.

After twisting in the void for a moment, a stream of black and red energy fell silently before Lear.

It silently gathered into a blurry, mysterious figure with only a pair of profound black eyes visible.

The moment the figure appeared, the three extraordinaries felt immense oppression, as if someone was clutching their souls, throttling their necks.

It was a force that permeated the soul, irresistible!

Goddess of Misfortune!

No words of introduction were needed; the name surfaced in their minds.

Betina and Tulos felt their hearts tremble, their legs somewhat weak.

Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief… Is this the legendary Goddess of Misfortune?

A dark deity where countless divine spirits were laid to rest at her hands?!

Though they possessed considerable power, compared to such an existence, there was a vast gulf akin to the brilliance of the moon contrasted with a speck of dust.

Only Kalanis stood with her head held high, her gaze steadfast and unwavering, her will forged of steel, unbendable by anyone.

The Goddess of Misfortune gave a slow glance over the group, her eyes resting on Kalanis for a long while, saying with a hint of admiration.

“Lord Lear, your choice… is quite good.”

Then she glanced over Betina and Tulos, giving them no further look.

Extraordinary?

Mere insects.

“I’ve dealt with some trivial matters… Next, I shall tear through the Abyss and lead you to its 487th layer.”

“The Tyrant Monarch’s Divine Kingdom is established there.”

“I will temporarily suppress his Divine Kingdom; what you must do is… execute that demon.”

The voice was unhurried, as if discussing where to go for an outing tomorrow, yet the information in the words left Betina and Tulos parched in the mouth and trembling in spirit.

Their eyes filled with shock.

The Sovereign is going with the Goddess of Misfortune into the Abyss… to slay a god?!

That’s an Evil God in the Abyss…

There was an unreal feeling of legend becoming reality at this moment.

Kalanis stepped forward, slowly placing a hand on her chest.

“Your Highness, thank you for your assistance… Once the Tyrant Monarch appears, all that is his will be stripped away.”

Her tone was low and powerful.

The Goddess of Misfortune sensed the confidence in her tone and smiled with satisfaction.

“I like confident people.”

Saying this, she looked towards Lear, as if seeking his opinion.

Lear smiled.

“Your Highness, let’s set off…”

“Then let’s go… Godslayer!”