Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 433 - 197: Expedition Against the Undead, Horns Sound, Two-headed Giant Chief Returns_2
Lear’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Not only was the room where the dragon lich placed the life box existing in dimension space, the entire fortress was located in dimension space!
No wonder such a large city was completely deserted. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
As he pondered, the skeleton warriors had already entered the city.
At that moment, a crisp cracking sound echoed.
The space around them began to show vast cracks, like spider webs rapidly spreading.
In just a few blinks, the entire city was covered in cracks.
Then, suddenly, so suddenly that there was no time to react, the city shattered.
Countless space fragments scattered everywhere, dissolving into the void in the blink of an eye.
The skeleton warriors who had just crossed the city walls were now stunned, staring at the suddenly appearing buildings around them, their hollow eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
These newly awakened lives had low intelligence.
Seeing this, Lear took a deep breath.
This was good, it made the next actions more convenient.
Looking at the dazed skeleton warriors, he waved his hand.
"Radina, go and subdue these undead..."
As beings stitched together from flesh without even a head, they naturally belonged to the undead element.
It was merely due to divinity that they were born.
The Flesh Butcher responded in a deep voice.
Stepping forward.
The body bent like a bow, then suddenly exerted force, bang~ legs exploded with terrifying power.
The recoil launched him like a cannonball, flying hundreds of meters before suddenly landing on the earth surface.
Bang~
Cracks appeared where his legs stomped down.
The entrance was extremely violent.
Straightening up slowly, aggressively intimidating the skeleton warriors ahead.
"Submit!"
The cold two-word command was like a massive boulder pressing down, causing all the skeleton warriors’ fire of the soul to tremble and sway, as if about to extinguish at any moment.
No skeleton warrior hesitated, they all kneeled in unity.
Offering up their souls to this powerful creature.
Undead are always simple like this; high-tier life forms have absolute authority over low-tier life forms.
And once they determine their allegiance, these unique creatures almost never betray... unless the leader dies.
These skeleton warriors were all level 7, not comparable to the dragon lich’s tens of thousands of level 9 warriors, but effortlessly acquiring four or five squadrons still pleased Lear considerably.
Because this meant... he could completely occupy this city!
As for the troop problem... aren’t these skeletons everywhere?
Recruiting the skeletons didn’t mean permanent loss if they died; their scattered soul energy could be gathered.
Moreover, he had the Land of Crimson Rot!
If expanded here, an army powerful enough could be mustered in an instant.
The only thing to be careful about is... the Undead Plane, a plane where divine spirits exist.
Absolutely a super-tier map.
Not somewhere ordinary people could tread.
But... he wasn’t ordinary!
Confident enough to explore this ridiculously high-cap limit super-tier map.
Calming his mood, he flew to the Flesh Butcher’s side, gaze fixed on this aggressive divine life being.
With a slight thought.
The Swamp Divine Format, floating among the magic vortex in his mind, emitted a faint glow, releasing a sacred power that surged into the Flesh Butcher’s body.
A moment later, when the energy faded, the divine life sensed a massive strength within.
Even with the slightest sense, the swamp’s aura could be perceived.
Lear spoke softly.
"I left a trace of swamp power in your soul. If you encounter undefeatable life, immediately awaken that power, and you’ll be pulled back to the swamp."
The mark he left in the Flesh Butcher’s soul was the perfect coordinate, capable of pulling him back with authority no matter where he might be, so long as he wasn’t dead.
Though costly in energy and somewhat damaging to the soul, he wasn’t willing to use it unless absolutely necessary.
But compared to death, these costs were insignificant.
By giving the Flesh Butcher a trump card, he could also have peace of mind.
As long as his ally could return to the swamp, even if those powerful and dreadful divine spirits of the Undead Plane made a move, he could safeguard him.
This was absolute confidence gained from mastering authority and deeply understanding swamp power.
"Thank you for your gift, my Sovereign... Your will shall illuminate this land of death!"
The Flesh Butcher spoke passionately.
Though he feared not death, receiving the Sovereign’s blessing was a tremendous honor.
Lear spoke softly.
"I’ll solidify the space passage later and place the passage entrance within the Land of Crimson Rot."
"The Crimson Wasps and Deserted Tomb Guard will be forces you can command."
"In the Undead Plane, try to recruit nearby skeleton armies to hunt other undead, gathering soul energy."
He glanced at the kneeling skeleton warriors.
"The resources buried here are endless. Use them well, and we can grow faster."
"But be cautious; formidable undead lords are here, entities of the divine level."
"If you encounter one, flee immediately, without hesitation."
The Flesh Butcher responded in a deep voice.
"As you wish!"
After the communication, Lear wasted no time, returned to the swamp through the space cracks, and stabilized the space cracks within the Land of Crimson Rot.
Even though this marked treasure was like the Flesh Butcher, able to be instantly extracted from the Undead Plane by him,
for safety’s sake, it’s best to keep it steady.
Still in the exploration phase, there’s no need for such risk.
