Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 121 - 88: Why Are There Humans Here?! (7,500 Words)
Roaring, it launched an attack on the companion beside it.
The charge of the Flesh Butcher directly caused massive chaos.
Lear also witnessed the fighting style of this Divine Life.
Facing the first enemy blocking the way, it swung a punch, whoosh~ the terrifying power directly tore through space, emitting a shrill sound.
The decayed Centaur had no time to react, bang~ its head exploded directly.
In the next moment, the Flesh Butcher’s body surged with crimson energy, directly enveloping its form.
The opponent’s flesh twisted momentarily, then quickly solidified into a sharp battle axe interwoven with dark red and bones.
The Flesh Butcher wielded the axe in its right hand, charging forward.
It swung the battle axe to chop at anyone it encountered.
The decaying Centaur tried to resist, but how terrifying is a Level 13 Divine Life?
Squelch~ the obstructer was cut down along with their weapon.
Even more terrifying, the Flesh and Blood War Axe carried an extremely fierce trait—
Against those 3 levels lower, there is a 35% chance to execute the enemy outright!
This headless 3-meter-tall stitched monster rampaged like a flesh tank among the decayed Centaurs.
It severely disrupted the enemy’s formation.
Meanwhile, the decayed Centaurs who had come to their senses tried to surround and kill it.
But anyone entering the range of the Madness Aura would be influenced, their sanity dropping drastically, causing disarray even before the Flesh Butcher attacked.
At this very moment, a melodious singing voice arose, hovering over the battlefield.
Those decayed Centaurs within the range of the Madness Aura still retained some weak sanity, not completely out of control despite the chaos.
But once the singing began, the last shred of sanity was annihilated.
They began recklessly attacking their own companions.
From the sky, looking down, wherever the headless, stitched Flesh Butcher passed, the decayed Centaurs seemed to turn into puppets.
Not only did they fail to form an offensive, but they also fell into great chaos, fighting each other.
Each time an enemy was killed, the Flesh and Blood War Axe in its hand would become sharper.
Meanwhile, faint soul energy emerged from the fallen corpses and merged into the body of the Flesh Butcher.
Seeing this, Lear instinctively turned his head and glanced at the Swamp Boggart whose level had risen to Level 9.
He never anticipated that the battle would take such a peculiar turn, let alone that the Flesh Butcher could pair up with the Swamp Boggart.
On the surface, the two seem entirely unrelated.
Amidst the chaos, the four squadrons of Wetland Lizard-man troops began to advance steadily.
Strangling those lone and confused decayed Centaurs.
Haggs, meanwhile, led the Cold-blooded Cavalry in an absolute dominant posture, capturing the enemy’s armory.
The rotting Centaurs roared, trying to retake it, but even the Level 12 Plague Fly General couldn’t withstand Haggs’ Steel Saber, let alone these Level 9 Centaurs?!
Moreover, with the command of the Cold-blooded Cavalry, they were unstoppable.
The decayed Centaurs dared not take a single step beyond them.
Once the life and power of their mounts, the Fierce Wild Lizards, merged, the Cold-blooded Cavalry’s attacks were not just their own, but augmented with the Fierce Wild Lizards!
Their ferocity was so direct and wild.
In the face of unexpected assault and slaughter, the decayed Centaurs quickly approached the brink of collapse.
As if being ground by a meat grinder, their numbers plummeted rapidly.
And at this moment... Lear had yet to give orders for the Bubble Beast and Mire Wasp to attack, but the decayed Centaurs were already unable to withstand.
The Flesh Butcher was too ferocious, and its inherent Madness Aura perfectly countered these lives corrupted by evil power.
The number of decayed Centaurs quickly fell to under a hundred.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves emerged from the periphery, with the ground trembling with a thud, thud, thud.
With a rustle, the brush was pushed aside, revealing a figure taller and more robust than the other decayed Centaurs.
Behind him was a full squadron of decayed Centaurs, their hands full of flesh-laden spoils.
Seeing their territory in such ruin, they were immediately furious beyond reason.
"Damn bastards!!!"
"You’re courting death, courting death!!!"
Roaring wildly, they rushed forward hysterically.
The leader of the decayed Centaurs, Level 11, an Hero unit.
Just as Lear noted its level, the Flesh Butcher, like it had found prey, suddenly turned and charged.
It was like a speeding armored tank, even knocking away those decayed Centaurs that stood in its way.
These were warriors weighing over two tons, with a shoulder height exceeding 3 meters!
The leader of the decayed Centaurs saw this, their pupils contracted, momentarily intimidated by the aura.
But in an instant, they roared to the sky, forcibly suppressing the fear within.
No one could stop them!!
Thud, thud~ Iron hooves stomped the ground, accelerating in a charge.
The hundred-meter distance vanished in a flash, and they clashed in an instant.
Squelch~
The sharp long spear pierced through the abdomen of the Flesh Butcher, emerging crimson at the back.
The body of the decayed Centaur Chieftain collided with it, intending to fling and crush him together.
Boom~
With a dull sound, both suddenly halted.
The anticipated collision and knockback did not occur; instead, the decayed Centaur Chieftain was forced to retreat several steps by the massive counterforce.
A heavy sensation oppressed his chest, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
In horror, he realized that the terrifying being in front showed no diminishment in its life force.
He abruptly withdrew the long spear and violently thrust it again, squelch~ piercing through again.
But at that moment, the headless monster, impaled through with the long spear, suddenly pressed close to him.
