Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Lear finished reading once, his mouth twitching.

No fancy skills, just a pile-up of values.

If this is a blood-drained state, its combat power can explosively multiply several times... damn, this is not a Level 18 unit, he has hardly seen such in ultimate units.

Even someone accustomed to seeing abnormal units finds it abnormal.

No wonder it can withstand ultimate units, there’s no technique, all relying on values.

After calming his emotions, Lear immediately ordered the army to start batch transformation and upgrades.

Level 18 cold-blooded cavalry, even if the Original Plane’s level cap increased, can still dominate!

Under his will, Haggs immediately took action.

With the Abyss Plane’s abundant flesh supply, ordinary Lizard-man Warriors were rapidly transformed into cold-blooded cavalry.

The cold-blooded cavalry that had previously won great battles were upgraded to Level 18.

The consumption in the front line suddenly increased, causing several in the Abyss to start even crazier hunts.

On February 3, the number of Level 18 cold-blooded cavalry reached a scale of 100,000.

Simultaneously, the numbers for Level 18 Eternal Night Judge and Level 18 Eternal Night Crowned Eagle Horned Beast Knight were also swiftly rising.

Several units advanced simultaneously without any specialization.

In brutal war, compounded armies are several levels stronger than single ones.

Fortunately, they opened up the Abyss front line, otherwise the flesh might not have lasted; even so, three subordinate gods carried out non-stop attacks in the Abyss, barely holding on.

Later, to speed up hunting, the Flesh Butcher drew thousands of extraordinary Dragons of Death from his Divine Kingdom, and the Spider God brought his ultimate units.

The Abyss was too large and chaotic; with the rapid increase in Abyss Dukes, no one cared about a few plane wars at all.

Now those newly born Abyss Dukes snatching territory were even fiercer than this.

With Lear as a reliance, the trio was never daunted, confronting Abyss Dukes head-on.

And even afraid of the opponent escaping quickly.

On February 7, the number of Level 18 cold-blooded cavalry rose to 150,000, Eternal Night Judge to 50,000, and Eternal Night Eagle Horned Beast Knight to 50,000.

The Original Plane began preparing for the upcoming impact.

At the same time, this information was sent in advance to Lorand City, and Firina had made early preparations.

Ready at any moment to face the upcoming attack.

At this moment, the Northern Territory’s ruler, with a population exceeding 15 million, shifted many humans to the Dimension Plane.

Powerful armies began to be stationed in the city.

Many residents were surprised to find that the aura of those armies resembled the Rose Canon extremely closely.

And their level was uniformly Level 19... this was over a million troops!

The remnants of the nobles shuddered, their inner thoughts shattered, no longer daring to face the dazzling Northern Territory flower.

Lear didn’t have time for regular meetings’ external changes, as another matter made his mood heavy.

The Goddess of Misfortune descended upon Weilu City, delivering bad news.

"The God of Flame and Rekindling suddenly revived for unknown reasons... Also, the Tyrant Monarch, Centaur God..."

Lear watched the cold goddess before him, thinking if not for her disliking jokes, he would’ve thought this was one.

What a joke, the God of Flame and Rekindling’s soul was thrown by him into the near sun, incinerated completely, can still live?

The Centaur God was devoured forcibly after he anchored with the Divine Kingdom during the Wild Pantheon’s attack.

The Swamp Divine Kingdom’s area expanded by hundreds of kilometers.

How did they revive?

He couldn’t understand at all.

"After their revival, have they regained their power too?"

The Goddess of Misfortune spoke grimly.

"Not only that, they’ve all upgraded to... strong divine power."

Lear’s eyes sharpened.

Reviving is perplexing enough, but... advancing to strong divine power?!

He suddenly remembered seeing those extremely terrifying eyes in the Original Plane.

"Your Majesty, when I was advancing to upper strong divine power in the Original Plane, I encountered a pair of eyes..."

He depicted the feelings from that time.

Having advanced to upper strong divine power, even a Main God level being like the Goddess of Misfortune pressing him felt like comparing a three-year-old child to a strong adult.

Totally not in the same league.

He even felt that the Ancient Gods he faced in the Abyss couldn’t compare to those eyes...

Thinking deeply, it’s terrifying.

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Misfortune’s expression grew heavier.

After a long time, she spoke in a low voice.

"When I advanced to Main God level... I also saw those eyes."

Lear felt a chill run down his spine, his voice turning hoarse.

"Your Majesty also saw them?"

The Goddess of Misfortune nodded slowly.

"Yes, initially, I thought my breakthrough attracted attention from a powerful Chaos Demon God in the chaotic void... But you advanced in the Original Plane and also caught its gaze."

"It’s definitely not a creature of chaos, it hides in some corner of the world."

"The pressure from those eyes slightly lesser than the Father God..."

Her Father God was... the Creator God!

Lear took a deep breath, speaking gravely.

"Do you have any suspects?"

"I do, but those individuals have perished... Now even I can’t make specific judgments."

As she spoke, the Goddess of Misfortune looked at him with some encouragement.

"Do not let this affect your mindset, no matter how strong the enemy, it isn’t a reason for us to fear."

"Worrying solves nothing, only facing it can break the shackles to gain new life."

Lear regained clarity in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, what are your plans next?"

After confirming this message, the next actions undoubtedly had to change.

"I plan to talk with those gods of the Light Element... they might have related intelligence."

Holding the domain of misfortune, she’s a neutral god unfamiliar with those of the Creation Lineage.

But as an old god at Main God level, she had enough respect among them.

Lear nodded, saying no more.

After the Goddess of Misfortune departed, he immediately summoned the Ancient Goblin God, informing him of this significant intelligence.

The Ancient Goblin God said, shaking his head, that he didn’t know this information either.

Then he buried himself in work, not emerging since that day, always seen at the Alchemy Workshop no matter the time.

February 10.

Lear entered the Original Plane early, standing quietly upon the vine wall now 80 meters high, 50 meters wide, gazing afar.

Beside him stood Isa.

The pitch-black night sky held no stars; the Dimension Plane always had fewer things than the Main Plane.

Lear watched time pass, curiously asking.

"Isa, if one day, the world no longer has war, everyone living abundantly with food and clothing, territories needing no armies for defense, would you still wish to stay in the army?"

The Dark Night Elf leader hadn’t expected such words from Lear, and after a long silence, replied.

"Perhaps? Perhaps not?... Your Majesty, I don’t know, I know only that Dark Night Elves naturally must contend with companions for food, hunting in darkness."

"If that day comes, I hope to remain by Your Majesty, as your Warrior... even if not needed for killing enemies."

Lear saw her earnest expression, smiling, saying nothing more, patting her shoulder, gazing again.

Perhaps that day might come?

Who’s to say... but before that, first overcome each forthcoming difficulty.

With a crisp sound echoing in the skies.

At that moment, Lear felt vast changes in the Original Plane’s rules, the bindings shrinking instantly.

At that instant, he suddenly turned toward a particular direction.

His expression grew extremely unpleasant.

Once again he sensed those eyes’ presence, this time so undisguised and wanton!

The entity had already rooted in the Original Plane!