Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 825: Chapter 347: Slaughter Authority Finally Secured, Blacksmith Shop’s Technological Boom

Kalanis’s aura suddenly surged, the Authority of Tyranny and the Authority of Contract revealed one by one.

But the rules of the Original Plane seemed to treat this place as a focal observation object; the endless Power of the Plane pressed down, forcibly suppressing the range of authority.

When her soul entered the body of the God of Slaughter, it seemed to activate something, and the Divine Body erupted with a brutal aura!

Waves of dark red light flickered uncertainly on the skin.

The vine body occupied by Kalanis slowly fell down at this moment... quickly withering.

Lear looked closely at this scene, his gaze deep.

If the Authority of Slaughter could be smoothly controlled, then Kalanis’s combat power would directly soar.

The Authority of Tyranny and the Authority of Slaughter complement each other, they are one type of authority... their combination feels terrifying just to imagine.

And the Authority of Contract belongs to a neutral camp authority, not a combat authority, and will not affect the previous two authorities.

At this moment, a deep and angry roar came from within the body of the God of Slaughter.

"Damn bastard, how dare you seize my authority?!"

Lear’s gaze sharpened, his perception spread, immediately detecting a remnant soul quickly condensing within the Divine Body.

But before it could react, the remnant soul sank into the body, no longer having any aura.

The remnant soul of the God of Slaughter... buried for millions of years yet has not completely perished!

It truly is a god, so resilient.

However... Lear’s gaze carried a nuance.

If it were an outsider, he would have some concerns, but the one seizing the authority is Kalanis.

The warrior with steadfast will who seized authority from the Tyrant Monarch at just level ten!

It is the God of Slaughter that should be worried.

As expected, a mere ten minutes later, a shrill and furious roar rang out.

"How is that possible, how can your will be so strong!!"

"The Sea of Slaughter is the gathering of the souls I’ve hunted for millions of years... how can you withstand their backlash?"

"No..."

After a despairing pained howl, the aura of the remnant soul of the God of Slaughter burst like a balloon blown to its limit and shattered abruptly.

Only the divine body’s majesty remained.

And at this moment, the headless Mixed-blood Ancient God’s body next to it suddenly underwent an anomaly.

The body of the Mixed-blood Ancient God flashed with starlike golden light.

Those golden lights flowed out little by little, converging into a stream in mid-air, and then... infusing into the body of the God of Slaughter.

What is this?!

Lear was greatly puzzled.

But sensing no danger, Kalanis’s Soul Mark instead conveyed a joyful emotion.

Thus he pressed down the idea of interruption.

With the flow of golden energy, the body of the Mixed-blood Ancient God visibly decayed.

As if wind-dried for countless years, it shrunk little by little, the surface began to crack, then shattered.

More and more golden light scattered until half an hour later it gradually ceased.

The body of the Mixed-blood Ancient God had completely shattered into debris, like paper burned clean by fire, leaving patches of black mottling.

On the other side, the body of the God of Slaughter did not emit a too powerful aura after the surge of massive golden energy.

Instead, like the Mixed-blood Ancient God, it began to shrink and decrease.

The dark red light on its surface became increasingly dim.

Like a sculpture wiped free of gilding, revealing its original clay appearance...

The whole process lasted for a full 5 hours.

The body of the God of Slaughter dulled bit by bit, collapsed little by little, until finally only the huge head remained.

No flesh remains, pale bones stood upon the dark red earth.

Already full of cracks, like a precariously tilted house, ready to collapse at any time...

Lear’s thought just arose.

Boom~

The head completely shattered, fragments scattered everywhere.

Simultaneously, a powerful aura surged out.

The entire sky dimmed, the world seemed to freeze momentarily.

The surrounding troops suddenly felt difficulty breathing, with each heartbeat sounding like a drum next to their ears.

In that instant, that terrifying power broke through the rule suppression of the Original Plane!

Kalanis’s soul appeared, the armored phantom looking at Lear, her voice filled with joy.

"Master... I did it."

"But now it’s impossible to conceal my aura, I must return immediately..."

As the words fell, without waiting for Lear’s response, directly twisted the void, her figure disappeared.

After the Original Plane’s shackles were broken, it immediately erupted with more terrifying power, forcibly suppressing everything around.

No aura was left behind...

The sky returned to its original state.

Seeing this, Lear’s mood became extremely smooth.

At this moment, he could sense Kalanis’s soul exuding a very fierce aura... Ascension!

This is a scene only heard of in mythological legends, now appearing once again before him.

Moreover, Kalanis’s advancement is more significant... when he encountered her, she was just a bit over level ten.

Her rise began with the seizing of authority from the Tyrant Monarch.

A hero who truly rose from low levels bit by bit.

Although he was the main driver of her achievements today, what’s more important is her own nature.

This warrior, if her will were slightly weaker, she couldn’t so easily control these powerful authorities.

The Goddess of Misfortune was now looking thoughtfully at the Mixed-blood Ancient God already turned to ash.

Her gaze was profound.

"Mr. Lear, this subordinate of yours, is greater than I anticipated..."