Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Three subordinate gods are nothing, the strongest is only at the weak Divine Power level... But how can these Magic Puppets possess a Divine Spirit level aura?

He had never experienced the glory of the Goblin Civilization. By the time he became the Dark Night Elf God, the goblins had been erased from the fate line by the gods for millions of years.

Completely unaware that Magic Puppets of this level existed.

And at first sight, there were... 50 of them?

With just a glance, the Dark Night Elf God felt a chill down his spine.

Too exaggerated.

Involuntarily turned to look at Lear.

The majestic and imposing young face appeared before him, seeming to be veiled in a layer of indescribable mystery.

This Majesty, truly unfathomable!

How much time has passed?

To have caused such a commotion... Was the request for materials earlier meant to create these Magic Puppets?

Feeling inexplicably fortunate, it’s good that he established a good relationship with the other party.

Otherwise, he feared he would have been reduced to nothing.

After a brief moment of silence, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, I will next open the Gate of Space to the opponent’s Divine Kingdom."

"Once inside, we must find a way to gain a foothold; otherwise, they will isolate the passage... This may require you to use the Divine Kingdom seal."

Lear slowly nodded.

"Proceed."

The Dark Night Elf God nodded, without a bit of hesitation, and dark energy surged out from within, spreading outward.

In the void, it formed a hundred-meter-tall arched gate.

The moment the gate fully formed, he extended his right hand and gently pushed.

Crack~

The center of the gate shattered open, revealing a five-colored light scattering like a rainbow in the pitch-black Abyss.

But this aura lacked the lightness of a rainbow, possessing only endless tyranny and ferocity.

Just seeing it was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.

At that moment, Lear waved his hand, and the three subordinate gods along with the Dark Night Elf God entered simultaneously.

After securing the entrance, Lear passed through the Gate of Space and entered Tiamat’s Divine Kingdom.

The instant he entered, he immediately sensed the aura of the five-colored evil dragon that had roamed the Abyss for countless years.

Without any hesitation, the power of the Swamp Divine Kingdom poured down like a flood, instantly locking onto the opponent’s Divine Kingdom.

The Power of Rules collided.

In an instant, it completed the lock.

Just as the Centaur God had done to the Swamp Divine Kingdom before.

From this point on, unless one of the Divine Kingdoms collapses or falls, the intertwining of the rules cannot be undone.

"Who? Who is it?!!"

A roar filled with shock and anger resounded.

Amidst a sky covered by red, black, blue, green, and white lights, a Giant Dragon with five heads flew towards them, its massive wings flapping.

Its body was as large as a mountain, with a wingspan exceeding a hundred meters!

Flying in the sky, it provided an immense visual shock and impact.

The aura of Powerful Divine Power erupted without reservation, so terrifying that it twisted and shattered the surrounding void.

Seeing this scene, Lear’s heart surged with a few degrees of excitement.

He stretched out his right hand.

Clang~

A sword sound rang out, and in his hand appeared a long sword covered in moss, embossed with angels.

Golden chains entwined it, imparting a sense of holiness and majesty.

The Holy Angel Battle Sword, Supreme Divine Artifact!

He stepped forward, rising to the sky.

He stood fearlessly in front of the ferocious five-colored evil dragon.

Tiamat’s massive dragon eyes flickered with suspicion.

The aura of the Swamp?

Since when did the Swamp possess Powerful Divine Power?

His gaze paused on the Holy Angel Battle Sword in Lear’s hand, first stunned, then shocked and fearful.

"The Holy Angel Battle Sword?! How is this weapon in your hand? Wasn’t it the Treasure of that damned Fallen Angel?"

Gritting its teeth as it spoke.

"Are you sent by that bastard Ronadell?!"

Who else but that birdman would attack him for no reason?

Lear was momentarily stunned by these words, then earnestly replied.

"The prestige of Your Majesty Ronadell is not something you can desecrate."

This statement immediately infuriated the five-colored evil dragon!

"So he’s that bastard, who the hell knew that damn bastard would be so beautiful when he fell into the Abyss!"

"I just wanted to capture him back to the Dragon Nest to mate with him... yet he’s holding a grudge like this, damn it, damn it!!"

Seeing the other’s crazed state, Lear’s mouth twitched.

Good grief, the case is solved, the Master of Fallen Angels, what an existence, was once the legion commander of the Creator God’s Angel Legion.

Falling into the Abyss did not weaken, but rather strengthened.

What kind of existence could endure such humiliation?!

Grinding your bones to dust would be mild punishment.

At this moment, he saw in his line of sight the 50 Godslaying Mechanical Puppets entering the Divine Kingdom.

The five-colored evil dragon, once confident, was immediately horrified.

Are those damn things the Goblin Civilization’s Godslaying Puppets?

How... 50 of them?

Are you freaking kidding, weren’t the goblins already severed from civilization by the gods?

How could they possibly appear again?!

And appearing as... 50 units!

He’s not afraid, but within the entire Divine Kingdom, if he gets stalled by the opponent, what power can resist these terrifying Mechanical Puppets?

But it was too late to worry about anything else, as the subordinate of that Master of Fallen Angels was rushing over with the Holy Angel Battle Sword!

Damn bastard, trying to kill me?

In your dreams!

With a roar, this being of middle Divine Power rushed forward with absolute confidence and domineering posture.

Lear’s gaze was solemn.

This was his first genuine battle against an opponent of comparable strength.