Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 388 - 179: The Whole City Is Stunned! Tyrant... God... God?! (2)
Bang~
It exploded instantly.
Terrorizing heat and flames surged in all directions.
Ah!!
Shrill screams echoed in the sky.
The dense crowd was directly ignited by the high temperatures, their skin melting like water, being roasted alive!
This was just the beginning.
Bang~ Bang~ Bang~
Fireballs rained down densely.
Each one was equivalent to Tier Three Magic—the Bursting Fireball Technique.
Countless fireballs swept the ground, leaving no space to evade, forcing the crowded people to endure it head-on.
The arena was primarily filled with knights, not many mages, even fewer who knew Guardian Magic.
At this moment, they could only protect themselves and their companions; the majority had no magical protection.
They had to shield themselves with their flesh and blood.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the air was filled with the burnt stench of hair and flesh.
Heart-wrenching wails and screams were unending.
The scene looked apocalyptic and horrifying.
The Great Demon and Flesh Butcher sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated to Lear’s side.
The Great Demon hovered in mid-air.
When fireballs headed in this direction, they surged forward.
Their arms directly reached into the fireballs.
The terrifying fireballs then deflated quickly, changing from cyan to orange-red, and their light dimmed until they disappeared completely.
At the same time, their aura took on a trace of fiery heat.
Hero Talent—Dark Assimilation, absorbing the power after being attacked and transforming it into their own strength.
Magic fireballs are also energy!
The Great Demon forcibly upheld the sky in this region, destroying and devouring all incoming fireballs.
A nightmare attack for ordinary people became an excellent meal for them.
Magic often carries a part of the spellcaster’s spirit, which allows it to hit its target.
Upon hitting their target, mages will swiftly retract their spirit at a speed faster than lightning, unaffected by the explosion of magic.
Due to this, magic has range limitations, as the spirit cannot control volatile Magic Power for too long and too far.
However, the Great Demons devour both the Magic Energy and the spirit, giving it no time to return.
After devouring a hundred or two hundred fireballs, their aura soared.
They became even more terrifying.
These deadly attacks turned into benefits...
The whole process lasted a full 5 minutes.
No one knew exactly how many fireballs exploded inside the arena; they could only see every corner covered.
When the magic behind the cracks subsided, Lear turned to look, finding nothing but a field of corpses amidst the relentless heat.
Only a few survived.
In an enclosed space, being swept by the Tier Five War Magic that the opponent had long prepared... imaginable what a terrible scene it was.
The residents of Lorand City fell into silence, with a deathly stillness pervading the air.
Staring dumbly at the charred corpses, feeling a chill throughout their bodies.
Even knowing the cruelty of war, witnessing over a hundred thousand people die before their eyes, that kind of impact... incomparable.
The top figures in Lorand City were also silent. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
They clenched their fists, their eyes turning tyrannical and mad.
Those damned Beastmen were seeking death, seeking death!!!
Even a bit of blood left, seeing their kin slaughtered so cruelly by another race, would ignite the flames of anger.
This was not just murder; it was a slap in all their faces, even as if they were being ground underfoot!!
But the rules of the arena isolated everything; no one could enter.
The Magic Energy gradually subsided.
In sight, fewer than a thousand were still alive in the arena...
From over a hundred thousand, only a few hundred remain.
What a tragic sight.
The Beastmen’s strategy had already been fulfilled.
Lear took a deep breath, his gaze turning extremely cold.
He slowly looked at the Beastman Prince, whose smile only grew brighter.
His eyes became wanton and wild.
"This is just the beginning!"
"Lorand City, Northern Province... even the entire Griffin Empire, will become the territory of my Beastmen!"
The voice echoed throughout Lorand City.
The residents were burning with anger, but the charred bodies above made them tremble with fear.
Lear slowly exhaled a breath.
"Execute him."
The Great Demon and Flesh Butcher beside him immediately turned and looked at the Beastman Prince.
Just as they were about to move.
"Beastmen... all deserve to die!"
A cold, disdainful voice pierced through the arena, echoing across Lorand City.
Lear sharply turned to look.
Among the scorched corpses, a figure in a pitch-black mask, wearing a black robe, and holding a slender War Saber advanced slowly.
The aura exuded resembled a high-hanging moon in the sky.
Under the mask were eyes that made one’s heart tremble, firm and resolute, unshakable.
Just a glance at the figure was enough to feel their indomitable spirit, as if nothing in the world could shake their will.
Even the big figures of Lorand City were stunned, clearly feeling the figure’s extraordinariness.
Who is this?
They exchanged glances but couldn’t find an answer.
Lear took a deep breath, raising a hand to stop the Great Demon and Flesh Butcher.
"Let her end the life of that beastman..."
The few high-tier combatants immediately halted their steps, ceasing their actions.
But they still gazed intently at the central area, now focusing on the newly appeared figure rather than the Beastman.
