Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 381 - 177: World Shocked, Empire War, Situation Drastically Changed
Lear gazed at the Beastman before him, lost in subtle thoughts.
He hadn’t expected to encounter a Beastman in the arena.
In the Wilderness, Beastmen roamed frequently, occupying considerable territory, but the Mire Swamp wasn’t within that range.
Thus, encounters with Beastmen were less common in everyday life.
However, Lorand City had faced the threat of Beastmen two to three hundred years ago.
The reputation of Beastmen among the residents was notoriously fierce.
His gaze moved down, stopping at the Silver Mask in the Beastman’s hand.
Lear felt an absurdity in his heart... Could it be that these Beastmen initiated the combat voluntarily?
If so... what is their purpose?!
At that moment, the leading Beastman tightened his grip on his curved War Saber, his tone tinged with mockery.
"A human leading a group of Demons and undead as subordinates, how laughable."
He looked up at the sky, his voice suddenly booming.
"Hear me, people of Lorand City, my name is—Grossel Hell Blood Roar, the Seventh Prince of the Beastman Empire."
"I am here today to trample your dignity!"
"From now on, this city... will be the territory of my Beastman Empire! A trophy of mine!!"
Relentless jeers echoed in the ears of the arena spectators, instantly inciting their anger.
"How dare you! Those Beastmen are damned!"
"Do you really think you can lord over Lorand City?!"
"Damn bastards!!"
The residents cursed in fury, but those who understood the underlying threat wore grim expressions.
"Hell Blood Roar?! Beastman royalty!!"
"What are those Beastmen planning, sending such precious descendants?!"
"Wanting to claim Lorand City as spoils... Does this mean they intend to start a war?!"
As the words fell, the Seventh Prince of the Beastman royal family, Grossel Hell Blood Roar, lifted the Silver Mask in his hand high.
He chanted ancient Spells, complex and incomprehensible.
In an instant, the enormous Qi Blood surged into the Silver Mask.
Crack~
The mask shattered instantly, transforming into scattered light across the skies.
Like a firework display.
Seeing this strangely beautiful scene, a sense of foreboding rose in Lear’s heart.
Crack~
Around the arena, extensive Space fractures appeared.
Like glass shattered on the ground.
"The Bloody Arena has activated the extra combat mode ahead of schedule, please..."
A message appeared in everyone’s minds, but it abruptly stopped halfway.
The next second, an indescribable terrifying aura emerged from the sky.
As if an ancient beast transcended time and Space to arrive.
Looking up, in the void, a gigantic Beastman apparition slowly formed, with fangs growing beyond its lips, grotesque yet with deep, resolute eyes.
The beast glanced simply at the arena before vanishing without a trace.
That horrendous aura also dissipated.
The twelve hundred-meter-high Demigod statues that originally floated in the void instantly froze.
As if forcibly imprisoned in the sky.
The Seventh Prince of the Beastman royal family—Grossel Hell Blood Roar, witnessing this scene, gazed with fervent eyes.
"Praise my God!"
"Under your watchful eyes, the most powerful Beastman Empire will surely be born!" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
The next moment, crack~ a hundred-meter-long Space fracture opened behind him.
Focusing deeply, innumerable Beastman Warriors emerged at that moment.
Poised for battle, their eyes filled with Bloodthirst and ferocity.
The Beastman Prince’s lips curled into a menacing smirk, suddenly waving his hand!
"Leave no one alive!"
The army surged out violently.
In the arena, the energy that obscured vision dissipated instantly at that moment.
The spectators and Combatants on the surrounding stands... all snapped awake at that moment.
Turning sharply, they saw the broken Space fractures and the countless Beastman Warriors in the central arena.
A surge of indescribable terror rose within.
Was this a trap set by the Beastmen?
Even the God of Combat’s Treasure had been infiltrated?! What was their intention?!
"Kill!!"
A roar sounded, and the Beastman Warriors surged into the arena like a tide.
The Warriors on the stands, seeing this, drew their weapons, their eyes turning fierce.
"Organize to resist the Beastmen! Don’t think about running away!!"
"This is a trap set by the Beastmen, as long as we’re in the arena, we can’t escape!"
"Fight them to the end!"
"Kill!!"
These High-Level Gladiators were no fools, starting to band together for mutual support.
The Beastmen clearly meant to annihilate them; only by uniting could they carve out a path to survival!
Seeing this sudden scene, everything the crowd below expected was shattered.
A deep terror arose in their hearts.
"Damn it!! It’s a trap!!"
"What do the Beastmen want?"
"Once the Bloody Arena starts combat, outsiders cannot tread within... those Beastmen probably want to annihilate the backbone of our Northern Territory!"
The lure of the Bloody Arena’s offerings was too great, with many forces sending their men to participate.
Looking around, the numbers possibly reached fifteen or sixteen thousand, and if they were all killed, Lorand City and the Northern Territory’s backbone would suffer a major blow.
Whoever dared enter the arena was almost universally at Level 10 or above, with few daring to take the risk below this level.
And this Level just happened to be the most core strategic power.
Duke of Lorand’s Mansion.
Wearing a long black floral gown, her hair floating behind her as if submerged in water, her elegant and classical grace stirred hearts, this beautiful figure was gazing at the sky.
That flawless, exquisite face was extremely heavy at that moment.
