Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 362 - 169: An Unexpected and Frenzied Harvest—Tyrant Divine Format!!
After confirming there was no flaw, he spoke coldly.
"What you said has some twisted logic, but that’s about it... Speak, what do you want? Whatever you desire the most, I can give it to you!"
"Hahaha, you’re quite amusing... boasting without even choosing a different place to do it."
Lear pulled a gold coin from his pocket.
"See this? A gold coin, can it exchange for what I want the most? Can you afford it?"
Damn, that damn tone again.
That bastard Shadow truly owes a beating.
"Enough nonsense, speak! As long as you genuinely want it, I can give it!!"
Lear looked dismissive.
"Keep boasting... Can you even afford a Divine Format? You know the Abyss, right? Give me an Evil God’s... the Divine Format of the God of Tyrant, how about that? Can you afford it?"
Damn, is this bastard really here to make a wish?!!
But looking at that expression, it just made him feel stifled.
Damn, today I’m going to let you see, do you really think the God of Mirth is just a showpiece?
"Hmph, the Divine Format of the Tyrant Monarch? What of it, during the battle with Demon Prince Dimogorgon, a part of his Divine Format was shattered, and his heart was gouged out and thrown to the Main Plane..."
"Coincidentally, I was spectating not far away at the time... got a part of his Divine Format."
"Do you want it? Then I’ll let you take a look."
His tone carried a hint of mockery.
"As for whether you can handle it... that depends on your ability!"
As his voice fell, the space ahead suddenly twisted.
An indescribable terror emanated from within.
Tyranny, madness, bloodthirst, darkness, restlessness... like a beast breaking free from its cage.
The Divine Format of the Tyrant Monarch?!
Lear’s heartbeat missed a beat.
Kalanis, with the Ancient God Bloodline, has unlimited potential, but after obtaining a part of the Authority of Tyranny, she still couldn’t use it.
Because there was no vessel to carry the authority, it could only lie dormant within her.
If he got this Divine Format, it could allow her to exhibit some divine powers.
He didn’t plan on genuinely obtaining such a thing as a Divine Format; it was just a simple probe to see the limits of the God of Mirth.
Unexpectedly, this guy really pulled out a Divine Format.
This guy is a bit careless too.
Seeing Lear stay in place, seemingly stunned.
The voice of mirth revealed an unprecedented look of satisfaction.
"This is the power of the Divine Format of the Tyrant Monarch!"
"Now, it’s yours... What, scared? Terrified? Dare not touch it?"
Satisfying ah!!
Wasn’t this kid always against him? Now why is he silent!!
Hahaha...
The God of Mirth, having succeeded in his show of superiority, felt immensely pleased.
He projected himself here to arouse the greed and frenzy in outsiders’ hearts; he liked to see those people’s greed when faced with immense wealth that wasn’t theirs.
Every successful jest would give him a deeper understanding of his own power.
After going back this time, he might gain a deeper understanding of the authority.
The next moment, he planned to take back the Divine Format. Although he had already isolated its aura, it wasn’t suitable for long exposure.
Just as he was about to act, he suddenly saw the young man step forward, reach out his right hand, and under his stunned gaze, grab the terrifying and oppressive Tyrant Divine Format.
Then, directly collected it and put it into his pocket.
"Didn’t expect that what I wanted... you could actually give, I underestimated you."
He gave him a thumbs-up.
"Impressive!"
Impressive my blue shorts of your grandpa!!
Your uncle, that’s a damn Divine Format, and you just easily put it into your pocket??!
Damn, damn, damn!!
Just as he was about to speak, suddenly feeling something strange, the surrounding space abruptly pressed down.
The rules of the Main Plane, sensing the invasion of divine power, began restoration.
"Damn... you bastard!!"
The Shadow swiftly collapsed, and in the instant before disappearing, he saw the young man toss the gold coin he held.
"This is the item from our transaction... don’t forget it."
As it hit the Shadow, it was completely expelled from the Main Plane by the rules.
Outside the Main Plane, in an unknown area.
The God of Mirth suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the gold coin in his hand, and was dumbfounded.
My damn Tyrant Divine Format... such a big Divine Format, and it was exchanged for a single gold coin?
Clap, clap, clap~
He slapped himself hard several times.
My damn self, showing off, showing off!!
Damn... ahhhhh!!
After the roar, the God of Mirth suddenly stopped, his eyes becoming somewhat astonished.
The once-stagnant power now welcomed an explosive increase.
There seemed to be an epiphany in his heart... The God of Mirth, who always toyed with others, allowing them to be played with.
At this moment, he was played by the one he intended to play with... experiencing a different kind of flavor.
To control the power of mirth, it’s not just about manipulation but experiencing and understanding it firsthand.
The game is the world, the play is with human hearts, and the jest is with fate.
So... did that bastard know his true identity all along?
However... he borrowed the power of the Shadow Dragon, which had nothing to do with his real body. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
How did the other party know?!!
He didn’t understand...
Even though it allowed me to increase my power, that bastard still cheated me out of my Divine Format!!
And only for... one gold coin!!
Thinking about this, there was a thought of slapping himself a few times.
First by taking advantage of the information gap, then using his arrogance, followed by lowering his guard through flattery, and finally igniting his competitive desire... this guy, absolutely brilliant.
More importantly, he didn’t know the opponent’s strength, thinking that by presenting the Divine Format, the opponent wouldn’t be able to do anything.
If he knew that guy could directly take the Divine Format, he wouldn’t have bothered with him.
Damn it, next time I see that bastard, I must thank him properly!!
...
Lear watched as the shadow disappeared.
Feeling elated, he waved casually to the guard beside him.
"Let’s go home!!"
The God of Mirth shielded the outside world, and several people didn’t see what had just happened at all.
Blando was still somewhat bewildered.
He thought Lear was waiting for the shop to open, to go buy something.
Why did they just stand for a while and then leave, even making them drive people away beside them...
Thinking of those high-status individuals passing by with angry expressions, his face turned awkward.
But he didn’t dare to say more, quickly following along...
Returning to the White Crow Commerce Association, Lear didn’t waste words, entering the bedroom and leaving Blando to guard outside, forbidding anyone’s entry.
He took out the Divine Format, suppressed by the Authority of the Swamp, from his bosom, studying it carefully.
The Tyrant Divine Format appeared gray-brown, about half the size of a fist, with large areas missing.
It resembled a glass ball smashed on the ground, partially shattered.
Containing violent energy within.
Just by sensing it, Lear’s heart filled with ferocity and tyranny, his gaze brimming with a desire for destruction.
This was the influence on the level of rules, penetrating deep into the soul.
As he sensed a force invading, the Swamp Divine Format emitted a holy glow, forcibly dispelling the tyrannical power.
Clear-mindedness returned to Lear, as he gazed at the Divine Format with a somewhat heavy expression.
Despite being psychologically prepared, he was still affected.
If an ordinary person obtained this, they would likely be swallowed by tyranny in an instant, turning into a monster desiring only slaughter.
No idea how Kalanis resisted the erosion of the Authority of Tyranny... and she even tamed the authority.
This is the most twisted part.
Calming himself, he began infusing power into the Divine Format, and the next moment, a strong summoning voice appeared in his mind.
Summoning the Divine Format.
Tyrant Monarch!
Following the summoning, faintly sensing an extremely distant coordinate outside the Main Plane.
Lear’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He was still searching for his lost power.
This is a formidable enemy.
And the enmity with him is already irreconcilable.
The authority was seized by Kalanis, not to mention he also gained part of his Divine Format, this is to utterly uproot the opponent.
Imagine how mad the Tyrant Monarch will be upon receiving this news.
The power controlled by this Abyssal Evil God is absolutely ten or a hundred times more powerful than the likes of the Master of Stench and Flies, who is a Demigod.
The only consolation is that the Main Plane is isolated from the Abyss, making it not easy for the opponent to attack Kalanis.
By the time she grows, who becomes the prey remains to be seen.
Mobilizing inner power, after thoroughly sealing the Tyrant Divine Format, Lear breathed a sigh of relief.
However, it’s extremely dangerous; it’s not suitable to keep it in hand for long.
Who knows if the Tyrant Monarch has any extra means, it may be hidden from the God of Mirth, but he certainly cannot.
He stood up, opening the door.
"Blando, prepare to visit the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps’ base..."
The Tyrant Divine Format still needs to be controlled by Kalanis.
This thing, can cultivate a god...
Lear felt quite wonderful.
In his heart, he fiercely praised the God of Mirth.
