Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 859: Chapter 363: The Final Pressure of War—You Think You’re the Only One with an Ultimate Soldier?!

The duration of this war exceeded Lear’s expectations, and likewise, it exerted immense pressure on the Wild Pantheon.

Initially, they intended to slow down the pace, allowing the Swamp God’s territory to fall at a less rapid rate.

However, its explosive power far exceeded their expectations.

Now they were utterly spent, but still unable to gain any progress, unable to control the battlefield rhythm to delay the opponent’s fall.

At first, they thought it was due to insufficient troop deployment and had not taken the situation seriously.

After deploying troops at all costs and still failing to capture the city, they realized the opponent was formidable.

An entire week has passed, and the casualty count now reaches unsettling numbers even for the God of the Wild and the Stars, the Sovereign of this Divine Pantheon.

At this moment, the Sovereign gazes intently from behind a Titan war-boar, seeing Treants tirelessly hurling boulders atop the city walls.

Each throw counters incoming stones flying into the city from the sky.

From the beginning of the war until now, the opponent hasn’t paused.

Despite the number of Titan war-boars increasing to 3000, they still can’t suppress the opponent, only barely keeping pace with its attack rhythm.

Moreover, atop those Treants’ crowns, tens of thousands of Archers are hidden.

The opponent, protected by Treants, can attack recklessly.

In contrast, even with focused assaults, they find it hard to inflict significant casualties.

As soon as the opponent sees the danger, they hide within the treetops, where arrows are effortlessly blocked by the Treants clad in solid heavy armor.

This is a completely asymmetrical battle.

What exhausts him the most—are those Lizardman warriors clad in heavy armor on the city walls.

Their ferocity leaves him speechless.

Warriors charging onto the walls get shredded the instant they clash with the opponent... Even the huge Giant Bear Warriors appear weak like lambs before those Lizardman knights.

The only evenly matched battle perhaps is the aerial combat.

The Eagle Knights and the opponent’s Half-Elf Knights mounted on Wyverns engage in mutual skirmishes, with casualties on both sides.

Although the death ratio once reached 5 to 1, they at least haven’t been shattered by the opponent.

From these days of combat, every soldier from the opposition evidently displays several traits... strong individual power and exceptionally refined equipment.

As the Sovereign of a Divine Pantheon, he obviously possesses a massive amount of elite forces, but these are Ultimate Soldiers... unable to descend onto this Plane, which only accommodates Level 15 power.

Possessing immense power yet unable to wield it, he can only watch his army being massacred by the opponent.

Screech~

Suddenly, a crisp chirp awakens the God of the Wild and the Stars, prompting him to turn his head.

A red-feathered eagle appears in his view, soaring swiftly through the sky, diving down at high speed.

Within a few breaths, it descends from a height of a kilometer to up close.

As it swoops into the palace, it abruptly transforms into a plume of black mist.

The mist dissipates, revealing in front of him a middle-aged man, around forty, clad in a black robe, with an aquiline nose, blue eyes, and red feathers growing atop his head.

Upon seeing the man, the God of the Wild and the Stars’ gaze slightly focuses.

"Sander... Why are you here?"

His tone grows grave as he speaks.

"Has His Highness’s plan already commenced?"

The middle-aged man, with an aquiline nose, steps forward, speaking in a low tone.

"Sovereign, His Highness has already engaged in divine warfare with the Goddess of Misfortune..."

"What? The plan has started ahead of schedule? But the Long Thorn Mountain Range isn’t conquered yet..."

"Indeed, Sovereign, the Goddess of Misfortune learned of our plan and allied with the Creator Pantheon to counter His Highness."

"Upon discovering their moves, His Highness initiated the hunting plan ahead of time, and they are now battling deep in the Chaotic Void..."

The God of the Wild and the Stars expresses uncertainty.

"How could a plan so confidential be known by the opponent?"

"No idea, but that’s the truth..."

"These Ancient Gods indeed cannot be underestimated... Since the plan has commenced, should I halt my actions here?"

"His Highness ordered us to conclude the conflict over the Long Thorn Mountain Range swiftly, capturing all Temples."

"Due to plan modifications, His Highness needs more Temples... The power of the Original Plane is the key to victory!"

The God of the Wild and the Stars’ expression appears somewhat grim.

He turns towards the battlefield ahead.

Though unwilling to lose face before his subordinates, he still has to reveal the current situation.

"We are encountering difficulties here..."

The aquiline-nosed man’s gaze tightens, following his sight to observe, a moment later expressing astonishment.

"Sovereign, have we not yet entered the city?"

"That’s right... I’ve mobilized all planned forces here but still made no progress."

"Wasn’t the Swamp God just newly ascended, his territory established for only a year... How can it be so formidable?"

The God of the Wild and the Stars coldly replies.

"What about the Centaur’s Authority?"

"It’s sealed... Awaiting the new Centaur God to take control."

"The Centaur God fell to the Swamp God, whose subordinate has an Ancient God Bloodline, very troublesome."

"Based on the opponent’s power assessment, this Swamp God must have long received help from the God of Misfortune."

The aquiline-nosed middle-aged man’s eyes chill.

"Are you saying, the Goddess of Misfortune had long perceived His Highness’s moves?"

"Otherwise, there’s no explanation for why the opponent’s city is so strong."

"Sovereign, the Long Thorn Mountain Range’s Temples are a crucial component of the plan, it can’t fail..."