Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Endless and vast.

The rulers of the Abyss Plane, hundreds of layers away, lifted their heads to look in this direction at this moment.

In the Abyss, the sun has risen!

Grasping the war saber tightly, the figure burst out explosively.

Wherever it passed.

Crack~

Boom~

Those demigod-level tyrannical demons shattered like tofu.

No one could block its charge for even a half-second, no one!!

Their souls were directly annihilated in the golden light!

Then that brilliant sound carried an unshakeable will, like a falling meteor, with boundless might, rushing directly into the Gate of White Bones, crack~

The black water curtain, the gate of the Tyrant Monarch Divine Kingdom burst open directly.

Countless black fragments scattered and splashed, stirring a terrifying energy storm, disrupting the formation of the Doomsday Angels and Demon Legion on the surrounding battlefield.

The golden figure, carrying supreme battle intent, disappeared behind the gate.

“No!”

“No!!”

Harsh roars came from behind the gate, the next moment, rumble~ within the gate, endless dark lightning surged, blurring everything.

Regardless of how the outside world peeked, not a trace could be seen anymore.

Only the endless, frenzied power of rules could be felt surging.

The void at the entrance couldn’t withstand it, twisting and collapsing continuously.

The surroundings were under high pressure, as if they might break and shatter at any moment.

The Demon Army, which had just paused due to the Ancient God’s aura, now went mad, flapping their wings wildly, charging to try and enter the Divine Kingdom to save their Sovereign.

The Doomsday Angel Legion around them sensed this scene, their eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

Violently swinging the dark scythe in their hands.

Counterattacking upwards.

The demons charging forward seemed to hit a mowing machine, directly shredded into debris.

Blood exploded in the sky, the strongly corrosive demon blood splattered everywhere, landing on the ground with a sizzling sound, corroding tiny pits and holes in the White Bone Mountain below.

At the same time, more terrifying twisted and stitched monsters erupted within the White Bone Mountain.

Flesh, bones, blood… anything could be stitched together.

Their forms were massive, their power terrifying.

These monsters frenziedly charged at the Doomsday Angels, without the slightest hesitation or scruple.

The scene was extremely intense and shocking.

The disputes on the Main Plane seemed so insignificant in such a divine war.

The Goddess of Misfortune’s eyes showed no fluctuation. Over countless ages, she had seen such scenes too many times.

She had personally participated in super divine wars between several divine pantheons, not to mention merely hunting down an Abyssal Evil God.

However, she did not hold back at this moment, raising her head to look at the sky, slicing with her hand.

Crack~ the sky split open again, a huge scar spreading.

The next moment, more Doomsday Angels descended.

Among them appeared masses of 4-winged angels, 6-winged angels… so many that they completely outnumbered the two-winged Doomsday Angels.

Besides these, there were more than a dozen kinds of troops of the same level as the Doomsday Angels, each with different appearances, the only commonality being— the numbers were still countless.

Not until now did this ancient Divine Spirit truly reveal its foundation.

Outside this Abyss Plane, the Evil Gods and Abyss Dukes watching this battle were feeling a tingling on their scalps at this scene.

Even if the Goddess of Misfortune did not take action, the power in her hands could easily destroy most of the Evil Gods in the Abyss!

Many evil beings turned and left, not daring to take another look.

Some of the stronger Demon Dukes also fell silent.

Only now did they remember that the dark giant hadn’t taken action for hundreds of millions of years.

Her past, filled with rivers of blood, seemed buried in history.

Now they recalled that sealed memory, unveiling her terrifying past.

Suddenly, each one fell silent.

Not revealing even a hint of aura, fearing to be deemed an enemy by her.

Originally, they had come to see this immortal battle power of the Goddess of Misfortune in action, but now even her subordinates could level the place.

And this was what she deliberately showcased, how much hidden power did she have?

What’s there to play with anymore?

The Goddess of Misfortune sensed all of this, a touch of mockery appearing in her eyes.

“The Abyssal Evil Gods are forever this way… contemptible.”

She said this as she looked to her side.

“Lord Lear, this time, it was all thanks to your backing, allowing me to showcase my power.”

Especially the part about the Ancient God, she had not anticipated it either.

However, the effect was unexpectedly good. What kind of existence is the Ancient God?

A creature from the deepest layers of the Abyss, personally suppressed by the Creator God.

If even such an existence cannot do anything against them and even actively blesses them… those who have schemes against her should really think about the cause and effect here.

What if she manages to contact the Ancient God in the Abyss? What would she do?

Can they withstand the power of the Ancient God?

Although she herself knows that the Ancient God has nothing to do with her, outsiders don’t know that. Who can be certain that none of this will happen?

To say the least, after this encounter, the Goddess of Misfortune, amidst the grand chaos, initially extricated herself. If there are no major changes later on, she won’t be the main target of those clandestine schemers.

Lear gave the other a deep look.

“Your Highness, you overpraise me.”

The Goddess of Misfortune shook her head.

“This time I owe you a favor again. If you need anything, you may call for me at any time.”

Another promise, with its usual weight.

Lear also noticed the peculiar nature of this dark Divine Spirit. Although she holds the Authority of Misfortune, she values promises immensely.

Until now, she has never gone back on a single word of what she promised.

This kind of Divine Spirit has its own pride, making it relatively easier to deal with.

The difficult ones are those like the God of Intrigue, Rose, who has no bottom line. In almost every myth, they are cast as the final antagonist.

Perhaps even now, the other side is watching.

As for the Dark Night Elf God…

Lear shook his head, pulling his wandering thoughts back, and spoke in a deep voice.

“Disaster is the testament of our friendship.”

“I believe, the Swamp and Your Highness are friends now, and should be friends in the future as well.”

These words were full of deeper meaning.

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Misfortune squinted her eyes slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, slowly nodded.

“Indeed, we are friends, now and in the future.”

In millions of years, he is the first person to speak to her like this.

Who would dare to say ’we are friends’ in front of her, just out of boredom?

Does he really think he has that kind of face?

And in Lear, she saw an unfathomable future. The threads of fate seemed unable to entwine him.

This was very interesting.

Not to mention, within him was a warrior with a will so inspiring even to her. Perhaps soon, he should be called the new Master of Tyrant.

They have the stature to become friends of Misfortune.

At this moment, a Six-winged Doomsday Angel descended rapidly, kneeling on one knee, looking fervently at the Goddess of Misfortune.

“My God, do we need to shatter this Demon’s Divine Kingdom?!”

The Goddess of Misfortune looked at Lear, softly asking.

“Do we need to make a move?”

Lear sensed briefly, then his expression turned somewhat strange.

“Perhaps there’s no need anymore.”

In the perception of the Soul Mark, Kalanis was growing stronger at an exaggerated speed.

Her soul seemed to have been reforged in steel, so resilient it amazed even him.

The other was clearly gathering strength from the Tyrant Monarch’s Divine Kingdom.

With the blessing just received from the Ancient God, now the one who should be worried isn’t Kalanis, but the Tyrant Monarch.

The greatest function of a Divine Kingdom is to amplify the Authority’s power limitlessly, making the entire world fully resonate with oneself.

Every move produces maximum destructive power with the Authority, while also suppressing other Authorities indefinitely.

But the problem now is… Kalanis also wields the Authority of Tyrant. Who will suppress whom is yet unclear!

Is that truly the Tyrant Monarch’s Divine Kingdom? Are you sure?

The Goddess of Misfortune understood, waving a hand.

“No need. Some battles need to be completed on their own.”

Saying thus, she gazed into the distance.

“You, go and annihilate every demon in this entire Plane… I want not a single living soul left in this Abyss Plane!”

Since it’s about establishing power, do it with the most formidable means, letting bloodshed silence those hidden great foes of the Abyss.

The Six-winged Doomsday Angel took the order and went, subsequently, the entire legion began a more frenzied slaughter.

This time they stopped any specific attack objectives and instead—executed everything.

The scene grew more grandiose and gory, the mythological legends recorded in ancient murals at this moment came to life.

Hundreds of thousands of Doomsday Angels swept across the entire Plane like locusts.

And at this time, the energy fluctuations from within the Gate of White Bones were also surging.