Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 431 - 196: Reviewing the Spoils, Acting Boldly
Lear ignored the other party and slightly moved his mind.
The Authority of the Swamp was like a sharp long sword, directly piercing into the opponent’s mind.
He left a conspicuous mark within its soul.
The Dragon Lich seemed to have sensed something and struggled fiercely while roaring within its soul.
"Damn human, you will never enslave me!!"
"Never!!"
Lear didn’t even bother to speak, retrieving the Power of Authority, his gaze coldly fixed on this colossal being with a wingspan of over 20 meters and an emaciated body.
He extended his right hand.
The Land of Crimson Rot suddenly erupted with thick, exaggerated tentacles of flesh and mud, directly binding it.
The next moment, his five fingers suddenly clenched.
Those tentacles of mud tightened abruptly, as if billions of tons of force exploded simultaneously.
It actually twisted this Level 19 Corpse Dragon into pieces!
Bang~ Crumble~
Bones shattered, the remains of the body flew apart, and the Fire of the Soul in its skull splattered wildly.
"Damn bastard, bastard!!"
"I will use all means of revenge; you and your territory will be annihilated under the onslaught of the undead army!!"
"The powers you control, in front of a real undead army, are like crawling insects... lowly bastard!!"
At the moment of complete annihilation, the Dragon Lich left behind curses filled with resentment in the air.
The next moment, the aura completely vanished without a trace.
Lear’s expression remained as calm as ever; the curses of the weak were nothing more than the wails of the incapable, not worth mentioning.
He slightly moved his mind, and the surrounding space suddenly twisted and changed.
The next moment, the headless Divine Life—Flesh Butcher was quietly brought into the Land of Crimson Rot by him.
The power of the entire swamp was under his control, sealing space, manipulating space... everything became exceptionally simple.
At this moment, he truly stepped onto the path of mastering Divine Power.
Only then could he be called a god!
"Radina, follow the mark I gave you... open the space passage."
After devouring the eyeball of the Demigod’s Master of Stench and Flies, the Flesh Butcher gained control over Spatial Power.
Now promoted to Level 15, his control over power became even stronger!
His body emanated fierce and surging strength.
The War Axe in his hand was suddenly lifted, violently slashing forward.
Crack~ Under the impact of terrifying force, the void seemed like a stone smashed into a mirror, directly forming large cracks.
The Flesh Butcher extended his right hand, grabbing the cracks and pulling~
A large expanse of spatial fragments splattered and disappeared.
Crack~ An irregular spatial crack appeared before him.
Lear’s eyes slightly narrowed.
This method of opening the space passage could only be described as fierce.
Not sensing any danger, he waved a hand for it to enter first.
After receiving a message of safety from the Flesh Butcher in his mind, he stepped into it.
The moment after stepping into the spatial crack.
The surrounding view changed, appearing in a dark, narrow room.
In sight was a circular White Bone Altar.
The altar was covered with dense, complicated inscriptions drawn with blood.
Magic Power around continuously surged along the inscriptions into a pure black square box placed in the center.
Lear’s eyes slightly narrowed.
This was the Life Box of the Dragon Lich!
With a wave of his hand, the Flesh Butcher on one side immediately stepped forward, reaching out to press on the box, directly lifting it up.
The next second.
The box erupted with an extremely terrifying Death Energy, directly enveloping the Flesh Butcher.
This Level 15 Divine Life appeared as if it had dried up for millions of years, withering, shriveling, turning into scattered fragments.
Instant Death Curse, touching it means death!
This was always a lethal trap present in many High Tier treasures.
The box did not fall to the ground, slowly floating back to the altar, wanting to descend again.
But at this time, whoosh~ a hand grabbed the box once more.
Looking intently, the formerly withered and crumbling body was reviving and reforming at an exaggerated speed.
Within just a few breaths, the recently deceased Flesh Butcher revived anew.
And the box was still in his hands.
Divine Talent—Undying, with divine nature undying itself, after death can consume 1 point of divinity to revive in full status, and after revival, all attributes increase by 50% for 3 hours.
This is definitely an almost cheating talent, and it’s the most terrifying aspect of the Flesh Butcher.
The Flesh Butcher, with an aura becoming more ferocious, offered the box to Lear, hands held high.
"Sovereign, the curse inside has already been dissolved."
The headless body, its voice deep and ethereal mixed.
After not sensing any danger, Lear nodded slightly.
The cloak behind silently unfolded, receiving the box, directly opening it with a snap.
Thump thump~ Thump thump~
In sight was a bright red, still-beating heart.
Even the bloody smell emanating from it could be faintly smelled.
The mark of Authority was inside.
After the Lich was killed, it needed to reconstitute its body to revive... if prepared in advance, it could be completed in just three to five days, otherwise, it required a long time to gather.
But obviously, whether it was three to five days or however long... the Dragon Lich no longer had the chance.
Lear’s will extended out, instantly penetrating the blood-soaked heart.
The next moment, a remnant soul filled with fear floated out.
The Dragon Lich, floating in mid-air in its small Corpse Dragon form, upon seeing Lear, its voice was filled with disbelief and fear.
"How is it possible, how could you find this?!!!"
But seeing those pitch-black pupils without the slightest emotional fluctuation, it immediately shouted repeatedly.
"No, don’t kill me, I am willing to submit, I am willing to submit to you!!!"
As soon as the words fell, the Dragon Lich saw Lear turn his head, glancing at the White Bone Altar and the lit inscriptions on it.
"Inferior acting, still trying to play tricks... clueless."
The Dragon Lich was startled inside, just about to speak when it felt an overwhelming power surge in, grinding it live to pieces.
Thus, this undead life possessing a Life Box was completely ended, no longer posing any threat to Weilu City.
After the Dragon Lich died, the beating heart’s aura fell into chaos, then began turning black at a visible speed, attempting to corrupt.
The mark in the heart did not disappear with the Dragon Lich’s death.
Lear’s eyes moved slightly.
He directly mobilized the power within him, pouring it in.
Instantly stabilizing the heart.
Then he separated a wisp of soul, reorganizing its power, cautiously placing it back into the box, once again setting it in the center of the circular White Bone Altar.
The next moment, the surrounding inscriptions began infusing power back into the heart... everything seemed to return to the starting point, no accidents occurred.
Lear was instantly enveloped in surprise.
It actually worked?
This piqued the curiosity of the Flesh Butcher beside him.
"Sovereign, what is this...?"
Lear took a deep breath, speaking in a low voice.
"This is the Undead Plane!"
"We have acquired a coordinate leading to the Undead Plane!"
His eyes became fervent.
"The souls of the undead can allow our army to break through the limits of potential..."
The Flesh Butcher suddenly straightened his body, and although he had no head, it inexplicably felt as if he was widening his eyes to look at Lear.
"Are you saying that we intend to hunt and expand in the Undead Plane?!"
Lear slowly turned his gaze toward the tightly shut door of the small room.
"Why not?"
