Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Swamp Divine Kingdom, Lear gripped the corrupted Holy Angel Battle Sword, and the entire pure white castle had been relocated to the ground.

His expression became rather subtle.

He hadn’t expected the Master of Fallen Angels to be so arrogant, sacrificing the Weeping Blood Saint Master without any backup plan...

How could he dare?

Did he really think no one would act?

Perhaps in his eyes, those who could threaten him in this world were few in number.

The mere main plane, what was it worth?

Indeed, arrogance is the greatest original sin.

Now, after sacrificing the Weeping Blood Saint Master, the Holy Angel Battle Sword, which had completely lost its holy aura, became his trophy!

This was truly the opportunistic benefit, like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

What’s more fatal was, this time he paid almost no price, merely shattering the shield concealing the Chaos Angel!

The rules of the main plane expelled his opponent, what did that have to do with him?

Lear laughed heartily.

He looked at the Supreme Divine Artifact in his hand.

Holding the Holy Angel Battle Sword, he could clearly sense the extreme terrifying power contained within.

That power was ten to a hundred times more fierce than his High-level Divine Artifact - War Intent Chains!

Like compressing ten suns into the sword.

Lear attempted to input power, black light radiated around, though no longer as pure as before, the aura was not diminished in the slightest.

He let out a sigh of relief.

If the core inside was still the Divine Power, he might not be able to control it.

That was the power left by the Creator God!

The corrupted Holy Angel Battle Sword was different, its core had already changed, plus the Master of Fallen Angels hadn’t imprinted his mark.

Now, it was ownerless.

Taking a deep breath, calming his heightened emotions, he directly mobilized the power of the Divine Kingdom, infusing it within.

In no time, the sword exuding a dark aura gradually calmed down, under the nourishment of the Authority of the Swamp, the angel reliefs on it tinged with a hint of moss.

But upon deeper perception, Lear frowned.

Inside the sword, there was a hidden unique and faintly detectable aura... the Master of Fallen Angels.

The former master of the Holy Angel Battle Sword had left a unique imprint.

And it had completely fused with the Holy Angel Battle Sword.

If it weren’t for cautious vigilance and specific observation, it would be truly hard to discover, and even if discovered, one would most likely think it was part of the sword’s power.

Lear attempted to use the power of authority to remove it... but it wasn’t ideal.

Just as a little of the power was erased, it was instantly replenished by the power of the Holy Angel Battle Sword.

The two were intertwined.

Lear’s brows knitted together.

Having witnessed the fate of the Weeping Blood Saint Master, how could he allow this power to remain?

If not thoroughly removed, it would be like digging a pit for himself.

With this thought, he continued to observe.

A moment later, his eyes gradually lit up.

Although that power seemed completely integrated into the sword, external power remained external; no matter how well it merged, it could never wholly become part of it.

But to peel it away, wasn’t that simple.

In contemplation, his gaze turned to the sun high in the sky.

He thought of the tempering of the War Intent Chains...

Others might lack the means to separate that power, but he was different... what could withstand the scorching of the sun?

Moreover, this sun possessed the Authority of Flame!

If this was not enough, what about adding the Fire of Origin?

And if that was still not enough, what about the power and authority of the entire Swamp Divine Kingdom?

With a wave of his hand, the Holy Angel Battle Sword flew high into the air, directly cast into the sun by him.

The sun formed by the Crown of the Sun was only a hundred meters in diameter, its true form larger than an entire plane.

This was the size formed under various rule restraints.

If one day the Crown of the Sun shatters, the sun would instantly return to its original size.

Once the Holy Angel Battle Sword entered the sun, sizzle~ the terrifying solar flames immediately began scorching this Supreme Divine Artifact.

At the same time, the Fire of Origin acquired from the God of Flame and Rekindling was also cast into the melting process by him.

The sword immediately responded, the power attached to the sword began to slowly melt.

The entire Holy Angel Battle Sword was being smelted, while that power tried to draw upon other forces to recover, but overall it’s in decline.

Yet the speed was still too slow.

At this rate, it would take at least half a month to fully clear it.

Lear’s eyebrows slightly arched, he immediately mobilized the power of authority to infuse, increasing the removal process... as multiple forces advanced in parallel, that power was gradually dissolved.

But even with this, it persisted until the evening of December 8th, taking more than a day to finally lower that power to the brink.

Sensing it only needed the last spark, Lear suddenly burst forth with full strength, no violence needed, the power of middle-level Divine Power surged in.

The power left by the Master of Fallen Angels couldn’t withstand and was completely crushed!

An unwilling roar echoed from the blade, a force surged from within, attempting to condense.

But how terrifying was the heat of the sun, before it could take form, it was scorched clean!

At this moment, Lear felt the entire Holy Angel Battle Sword becoming lighter.

The sense of sharpness in this Supreme Divine Artifact vanished, replaced by a rounded, polished quality.

Seeing this, Lear was enlightened, splitting off a part of his Power of the Soul, infusing it within.

The Power of the Soul made a straight path in, imprinting his mark deep within its core.