Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

The Goddess of Misfortune waved her hand, shrouding the void ahead in a blur as a massive fissure tore open, releasing a torrent of dark and malevolent energy.

Indescribable dark whispers echoed in the ears, awakening sinister desires within, turning them restless and eager to emerge.

The Abyss, the world’s most malevolent place, where all evil and darkness converge.

At this moment, it was laid bare indiscriminately.

The shadow of the Goddess of Misfortune dissolved into a mirage, merging into the black and crimson energy in the sky.

In the next instant, this energy surged downward, entering that fissure and vanishing into the heavens.

Before them remained only a beast-like maw of a rift, oozing with a frighteningly chilling malevolence that made one’s scalp tingle.

Lear took a deep breath, not hesitating as he, along with Kalanis, stepped into the Endless Abyss.

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For the residents of the Griffin Empire, this period had become an unbearable nightmare.

First, the Beastmen invaded the Northern Province, and then the Frost Empire’s army rampaged, completely conquering the Imperial Capital.

All royal family members were killed, leading to the complete demise of the Griffin Empire.

Neighboring empires seized the opportunity to plunder, resulting in total annihilation of national territory.

Then the extreme cold weather hit, temperatures plummeted, where it should have warmed by April or May but still remained at a chilling seven to eight degrees, getting colder further north.

This directly slowed down, or even completely halted, crop growth.

Following that, the Dimension Plane merged, unleashing a flood of monsters into the Main Plane, causing widespread bloody carnage.

Countless people were forced to flee their homes.

These changes brought unprecedented despair not only to ordinary people but even to the upper echelons.

Is there any hope left?

And at that moment, a glimmer of light appeared.

The core city of the Northern Province, Lorand City, which withstood the Beastman onslaught, sent out a message to the entire Griffin Empire, inviting everyone to Lorand City to endure this unprecedented disaster together.

To rebuild their homes.

And the one who sent this message was the brightest new star of the Griffin Empire, the genius mage, the Northern Flower—Princess Firina.

Even more significantly, countless intelligence reports indicated… the Beastman God, during the attack on Lorand City, was killed by this Northern Flower!

Yes, the Beastman God, a Divine Spirit wielding supreme authority, capable of directly influencing the terrifying existence of the Beastman Empire, was slain.

Killed by a mortal!

This news spread like a storm across the land, striking with a force ten times more overwhelming than when the Griffin Empire Capital was conquered!

The destruction and collapse of the kingdom had played out countless times over the ages.

This time, the Frost Empire invasion left many unaccustomed to living in the cold climate; otherwise, most residents would not bother to relocate, caring little about who ruled them.

But Divine Spirits are different, exalted, indescribable eternal beings.

Their majesty and strength are deeply rooted in everyone’s heart.

Now, suddenly hearing that a Divine Spirit was killed, and by a mortal no less.

The impact was beyond words.

Consequently, Lorand City became the destination for all the unyielding remnants of the Griffin Empire’s power.

In an exceedingly short time, it amassed a vast number of people.

Including nobles from the Old Empire…

Lorand City.

After the war, this city rapidly recovered and even continued to expand outward swiftly.

A new city wall had been constructed 20 kilometers before the original old city wall.

More than 500,000 people were mobilized, all pre-recruitment warriors of level seven or eight, along with a vast number of spellcasters.

Each day brought significant changes.

In the largest reception hall of the Duke’s Mansion, over twenty magnificently dressed, high-spirited nobles were sitting at the ivory-carved long table, heatedly discussing.

“The Griffin Empire must be rebuilt! It is our banner, and no one can discard it!”

“Humph, all the royal family members have been killed by the Frost Empire’s people, who will rebuild it? You? On what grounds? Just because your ancestor of the Stag Duke had a trace of royal blood?”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“Naturally, a new empire should be established! Where are we right now? Lorand City, of course, we should establish the Lorand Empire!”

“You’re conspiring to rebel!”

“Humph, the royal family is gone, who is left to rebel against?”

“Enough, stop arguing…”

The remnants of the Old Empire’s nobles, now bristling with indignation, reproached each other.

The hall was as noisy as a marketplace.

Just then, tappity-tap-tap~

The sound of footsteps approached from afar.

The interior seemed to sense something, all noises abruptly ceased, and they instinctively turned to look at the door.

A moment later, a stunning figure in an elegant cream-colored noble gown, with flawless features, leisurely entered.

Her hair, like it’s floating in water, delicately swayed as she moved, shrouded in mystery.

Each of her gestures captivated the gazes, as if she were the center of the world, the moon in the sky.

Her deep, star-like eyes swept across the hall, causing hearts to palpitate and people to reflexively take a bow, lowering their heads.

They dared not meet her gaze.

Without a single word, just a gentle glance was enough to send shivers through these flushed nobles.

Firina, the ruler of Lorand City, also… the Godslayer!

With unmatched power, all within her grasp.

She leisurely took the main seat, with her maid Jasmine standing to her left.

The atmosphere inside the room grew unbearably oppressive, the elder noble with graying hair took a deep breath and stood up.