Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 414 - 189: A Small Windfall
Squeak squeak squeak~
The dense sound of mice in the pitch-black night sent chills down one’s spine.
In no time, countless Kelder Ratmen surged to the front of the fortress city.
These ferocious underground creatures bared their sharp incisors, their long whiskers beside their mouths swaying like flags.
Their black eyes glowed with a bloody hue, filled with madness and greed.
Their sword-like sharp claws reflected the cold moonlight, a swaying mass in view.
They walked upright like giant rats.
But unlike the previously discovered Level 3 Kelder Ratmen, these had all reached Level 6!
Their height also reached 1.4 meters.
In large numbers, they looked quite fierce.
Roar~
A low growl suddenly sounded from the rear.
The Kelder Ratmen in front instantly became frenzied, boiling over like water at a rolling boil, erupting violently.
They roared as they charged toward the city walls.
The 30-meter-tall Vine Wall built by the Vine Fairy bristled with sharp thorns, assuming a porcupine-like defensive posture.
The Kelder Ratmen charged too fast and were suddenly obstructed; those in front halted while those behind pushed them directly against the wall.
Squelch~
A large number of Ratmen were pierced, their bodies bloodied and mutilated.
Before the battle formally began, hundreds of Kelder Ratmen were killed by the walls...
But these numbers were insignificant to the vast rat swarm.
Some nimble ones began to climb the walls directly.
The sharp thorns were lethal, but the agile rats would not willingly impale themselves.
From an aerial view, the dense swarm of rats frantically climbed up from the ground.
The walls, covered like an anthill, made one’s scalp tingle.
Lear at this moment was fully alert, clearly sensing that underground, dozens of kilometers away, over a hundred tunnels had been dug.
Strings of Kelder Ratmen crawled like ants through the tunnels, pouring outward.
It was impossible to estimate their numbers.
The ones on the surface were merely the vanguard...
"Kill!"
A cold command.
Above the walls, the floating Deserted Tomb Guards suddenly swooped down.
A full two thousand spirits at Level 14, wielding fearsome scythes, descended with a whoosh.
With a slash.
Whoosh~
The souls of the Kelder Ratmen were directly reaped.
The Ratmen climbing the walls fell like raindrops.
Their bodies hit the blood-colored ground, and a faint crimson energy rose, quickly turning them into pools of blood, which seeped into the soil.
Lear had stationed only two thousand Deserted Tomb Guards at the fortress, and it proved they needed no assistance.
These terrifying spirits became the incarnations of the Death God.
Their dreadful killing prowess was like the Death God descending upon the world, maniacally harvesting the lives of Kelder Ratmen.
They had become an unsurmountable chasm!
Yet the Kelder Ratmen seemed utterly oblivious to death, surging onward unrelentingly.
Piled up in huge numbers, the inscriptions on the Deserted Tomb Guards’ scythes were increasingly illuminated.
The blood energy absorbed by the Land of Crimson Rot was rising rapidly too.
Seeing the battle line gradually stabilizing, Lear focused his mind.
The bodies below, dissolving, began to transform, sinking after hitting the blood-soaked earth, moving underground.
In an instant, these bodies were transported from the ground to the rear.
At this moment, Bubble Beasts under the protection of the Great Demon swiftly loaded the corpses delivered from the front lines and sent them back to Weilu City.
The Dark Naga, guarding the territory, upon receiving the bodies, immediately fed them to the Wetland Lizard-men without a word...
The Kelder Ratmen’s tactic of overwhelming numbers immediately provided a massive amount of flesh and blood.
The slow progress of the Cold-blooded Cavalry’s nurturing suddenly surged like a furnace given dry fuel, advancing in leaps and bounds.
The sheer duration and intensity of the assault by these underground creatures surprised Lear.
From 1 a.m. on the 18th until the sunset of that same day, the horrific rat tide never abated.
In fact, their numbers seemed to be increasing.
The direct consequence was... that all inscriptions on the Deserted Tomb Guards’ scythes were fully lit!
Each Kelder Ratman killed yielded a soul, and each lit inscription enhanced damage by 20%.
These inscriptions could illuminate up to 20, representing a 400% increase in damage!
What does this mean?!
This is the kind of damage that units two to three levels higher possess!
Already ferocious in attack power, the Deserted Tomb Guards were now terrifying; each swing of their scythes meant a swath of Kelder Ratmen would die.
This defense battle turned completely into a reaping of a wheat field.
Even Lear felt the exhilaration of the Deserted Tomb Guards.
Night fell, the moon grew bright, and as the hour returned to 1 a.m. on the 19th, a full 24 hours had passed.
Yet... the number of Ratmen forces had not diminished.
At that moment, watching the Ratmen charging ceaselessly, Lear suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
He sharply raised his head, looking toward the direction the Ratmen were coming from.
At this moment, a giant rat, four meters tall, appeared in sight.
Behind the giant rat sat an aged Kelder Ratman, clad in a black cloak, holding a magic staff.
Had not yet seen its specific appearance clearly.
The opponent raised the magic staff in hand, chanting loudly.
"މަރުވެފައިވާފައިވަނީތޯއެވެ?!"
A sharp, obscure spell echoed through the sky.
In the next moment, a surge of dark evil energy rose within the old Kelder Ratman.
The next moment.
His body blew up like a balloon, exploding directly.
Bang~
Flesh transformed into energy, nourishing that dark energy, causing it to grow suddenly.
Squeak, squeak~
The giant rat beneath him also exploded in the next blink, all flesh and blood surged into the dark energy.
Boom~ The dark energy suddenly exploded like an unstable bomb, dispersing dense energy towards all directions.
Everything happened too fast, there was no time to stop it.
That unique dark energy surged onto the battlefield in an instant.
Suddenly the cold moonlight dimmed down.
A sinister aura quickly revived on the battlefield.
From the ground, from the city walls, from underground, from bodies... streams of energy rose and floated upward.
Forming an inverted river in the air, covering heaven and earth.
Lear felt an extreme emotion at this moment... Resentment!!
It was the emotion that every Kelder Ratman would express when dying, filled with spine-chilling evil.
How exaggerated is the resentful energy condensed by hundreds of thousands of people?!
Quickly surged towards the Deserted Tomb Guard on the battlefield.
The Deserted Tomb Guard also sensed something wrong, quickly moving to the flank to leave.
But that energy seemed to penetrate space, covering the Deserted Tomb Guard in an instant.
The next second, these spirits were like ice and snow melted by fierce fire.
Instantly dissolved.
Two thousand Deserted Tomb Guards, the terrifying beings roaming the battlefield indiscriminately, were wiped out in mere breaths.
The scene looked particularly ferocious.
Lear’s gaze suddenly became solemn.
The Kelder Ratmen sent troops for a day and night of high-intensity attack, it wasn’t to overwhelm the swamp with a sea of people... but to sacrifice their soldiers to nurture a powerful force instead!
What a ruthless method!
There was a sudden insight in his heart, explaining why the Kelder Ratmen could occupy half of the Dark Mountains.
Their actions were not merely based on quantity; their real strength was even more terrifying.
The Mouse Queen killing that Red Dragon without being observed... perhaps explained everything.
Soon, the Deserted Tomb Guards were resurrected again on the Desolate Tomb.
But the moment they flew into the sky, the near-infinite power of resentment eroded again.
Causing them to dissolve once more.
Repeating this several times, the power of resentment did not weaken, but because of the continuous death of Deserted Tomb Guards, it became even stronger.
Hovering in the sky, ready to erode anyone stepping into this range.
With the help of the power of resentment, the Kelder Ratmen surged like a tide, occupying this Vine Wall fortress city.
If it were a real war, perhaps this trump card could turn the tide of battle.
Lear couldn’t help but marvel at this sight.
Indeed, no race can be underestimated, even if they are rats.
At this moment, he was still standing on the city wall, the power of the swamp had covered his whole body, unless he had the same authority, or reached a certain level, even if standing beside him, the opponent would find it hard to detect.
He observed for a moment, watching as the Deserted Tomb Guards were continuously resurrected and then killed, before moving his mind to send a piece of information to the rear.
He looked up at the sky – the emotion of resentment?
Ha, do you really think... you can overturn the heavens?
Not long after, a Great Demon flapped its wings, flying straight into the fortress that had already been occupied by the Kelder Ratmen.
Hovering in the sky.
The congealed river of resentment detected a foreign life presence, instantly surging and sweeping towards the Great Demon.
But upon reaching the Great Demon, a young silhouette resembling a human girl quietly emerged.
The other slightly opened her mouth.
The dark power that could dissolve thousands of Level 14 Deserted Tomb Guards in an instant was completely devoured, not leaving a drop.
The tone carried a bit of delight.
"Such abundant food..."
In the next moment, the Great Demon, along with her, flew straight into the terrifying dark energy.
Immediately, the power of resentment created at the cost of hundreds of thousands of Kelder Ratmen’s lives was devoured at a visible speed.
Lear couldn’t help but smile at this scene.
The Swamp Boggart... feeds on emotions!
These Kelder Ratmen’s trump card might work on others, but for Weilu City... it’s just offering themselves up.
A moment later, the Swamp Boggart, having completed the devouring, suddenly erupted with terrifying aura.
Lear opened its Attribute Panel.
Immediately saw that the potential of these magical beings had risen from 3 Stars to 4 Stars, with levels going up two, from Level 12 to Level 14!
This brought immense joy to his heart.
Previously, he was still thinking of using sect preaching to help the Swamp Boggart complete the transformation... had not expected these rats to deliver heads.
Successful promotion.
Feeling comfortable...
