Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 391 - 180: The Arena Shattered, Departure, Returning to the Territory (Part 2)
That existence crushed the Beastman Warriors who had effortlessly slaughtered over a hundred thousand people in the most violent manner.
The ferocity of the state, the domineering posture, made one feel awe and... worship from the bottom of their heart.
So strong!!!
In the Bottomless Abyss, on an unknown plane.
The Tyrant Monarch suddenly opened his eyes, filled with uncertainty and suspicion.
At that moment, he only felt his Divine Power increase slightly, as if hundreds of thousands were praising him aloud.
What’s happening?
After a brief perception, he suddenly turned his head towards the void...
Has that human who seized his authority grown stronger again?
Is it the opponent’s doing?!
The joy in his heart vanished without a trace, and his eyes turned cold.
He turned his head to look at the void beside him.
"Speed up the construction of the Teleportation Array... I want those filthy mongrels dead!"
Things can’t be delayed any longer.
The repetitive changes have made him feel immense terror.
The situation seems to be slipping out of his control...
Bloody Arena.
In the sky, dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask, Kalanis slowly turned her head and looked around, but no enemies were left standing.
Finally, her gaze stopped in the direction where Lear was located.
"Master, all threats within the arena have been cleared... I killed the Beastman Prince, the treasure isolating the power of the God of Combat has shattered, the opponent will soon regain control of the arena."
"I’ve opened a passage for you, you leave first..."
Lear heard the sound in his mind and immediately responded with his thoughts.
"You go first, currently you are the God of Tyrant, do not expose our relationship,... go back and seize control over the Faceless Hermitage completely."
"Yes, Master."
After responding, Kalanis decisively gripped the war saber in her hand. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
The tyrannical power suddenly erupted as she faced the void and swung the saber!
Crack~
Bang~
The space suddenly shattered; her figure flashed and stepped into it, disappearing.
The top figures in Lorand City immediately widened their eyes, fully sensing but unable to trace even a bit of a trail.
It was as if the person never existed.
Some of those still alive in the arena were also astute; upon seeing this, they were overjoyed and quickly followed suit, darting out from the gaps.
After seven or eight people left, Lear no longer hesitated, swiftly leaving this troubled place with the King of Naga, the Great Demon, and the Flesh Butcher.
After flying out through the fissure, a massive number of Griffin Knights immediately swarmed around.
"Lord Lear..."
Just encircled, a knight wearing heavy armor and a face-covering helmet flew inside.
"Ackman?"
"It’s me, Master... The Beastmen are planning an attack on the Northern Territory, these Beastmen were just the vanguard."
"A great battle is sure to erupt, and the situation in Lorand City has become uncontrollable."
"The Beastmen army could strike at any moment... If you remain in the city, you could be delayed for several months."
"His Highness instructed me to inform you of these news upon meeting you."
The consequences of a territory in the Wilderness without a lord to manage it are imaginable.
Lear nodded.
"Thank you for the reminder, and please extend my gratitude to His Highness."
After speaking, he had already made a decision in his heart.
After exchanging a few more courteous words, he said nothing more and instructed the Great Demon to fly downward.
The moment he landed, a black mist rose, condensing into a cloak behind him.
Meanwhile, clip-clop~ clip-clop~ a sound of clear horse hooves swiftly approached; turning his head, the majestic figure of the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King had already arrived.
Lear watched the figures continuously fleeing into the fissures in the sky with profound eyes.
Though the Beastmen’s plan was thwarted, a Beastman Prince had died, and the most elite Beastman unit—the Blood Roaring Guard—were also annihilated.
This will inevitably trigger a massive upheaval.
And the Beastmen’s plan to attack the Northern Territory may grow even more frenzied because of it.
They can’t stay any longer; they must return to Weilu City immediately.
The swamp is his home ground.
Staying in Lorand City is too passive.
It’s just a pity, this battle yielded no benefits, wasting a few days here for nothing.
But who could’ve anticipated the Beastmen would be audacious enough to set a deadly trap using the God of Combat?!
Originally, he intended to use the combat power of the Flesh Butcher and the Great Demon to win the arena rewards.
But plans cannot keep up with changes.
The real world changes so much, and refreshing intelligence only every five days has its limitations; more caution is required in the future.
Immediately they returned to the White Crow Commerce Association.
This area is not far from the Seventh District, just ten minutes away.
Upon returning, he immediately instructed Shadow of the Mist to head to Weilu Manor, taking all the Wetland Lizard-men.
The remaining required slaves are still being collected by the Dragon Fang Trading Company and have not yet been delivered.
Lear didn’t intend to wait.
Once Shadow of the Mist returned, Lear immediately summoned Blando to begin advising him.
"Blando, you stay in Lorand City, temporarily leaving the two hundred Gray-backed Minotaur to the White Crow Commerce Association, you’re responsible for managing them."
"Furthermore, if you encounter unsolvable issues, you can request aid from Rose Manor."
"In the upcoming period, the Beastmen will attack the Northern Territory, and the situation in Lorand City is bound to undergo major upheavals; I need to return to the territory immediately."
"Should the Beastmen also target the Wilderness, I may not be able to return immediately."
"I will send the next batch of Equipment as soon as possible."
"The remaining Gold Coins from this transaction are all placed in my bedroom, you can freely allocate them."
"Try to purchase as many of the slaves we need as possible, especially the Wetland Lizard-men, buy as many as you can."
Having witnessed everything in the arena, Blando understood the urgency of the situation as well.
