Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 543 - 237: Birth of the Dragon of Death, Promotion Secret Technique 3
"Why hasn’t that Corpse Sovereign headed to the Immortal Mountain Range?"
"Not sure, I only found out that it became a Divine Spirit two hundred years ago and is considered quite weak within the Undead Pantheon, so perhaps it doesn’t dare to go there..."
Lear nodded.
"Is there any more intelligence about that Corpse Sovereign?"
"No, the other side is very mysterious, and few undead have seen him; they just know he resides in the Corpse Fortress, which is a month’s journey from here."
Lear took a deep breath and said no more.
After being in the Undead Plane for so long, he finally heard news about the Undead Pantheon.
The good news is that there’s no rush to face those terrifying beings yet.
It allows him some time to develop steadily.
The bad news is that if he grows too strong, it can easily draw the attention of the Corpse Sovereign, a Divine Spirit.
After all, it’s the other’s territory.
It seems some preparation will be necessary in that regard in the future...
After a brief conversation, Lear handed the young dragon over to the Flesh Butcher and the Shadow of the Mist for safekeeping.
He didn’t linger there and turned to return to the Swamp.
The Shadow of the Mist is quite suitable for the Undead Plane.
This shadowy life form is not affected by the Power of Death; instead, its unique structure allows it to devour any kind of energy.
In such an energy-rich location, it’s like a fish in water.
It enjoys the sensation of constantly devouring and growing stronger every moment.
When Lear returned to Weilu City, it was already 10 AM on the 2nd.
Looking at the dazzling sun in the sky, Lear felt quite pleased.
The Dragon of Death is better left to grow at its own pace; he has the time to play this nurturing game.
However, he also has a feeling that the other’s growth rate may far exceed his expectations.
Additionally, the development of the Flesh Butcher in the Undead Plane also satisfies him.
This kind of rapid troop production is unimaginable in the Main Plane.
Perhaps it won’t be long before the City of Death becomes a significant power separated from the Undead Plane.
By then, it will be able to continually harvest the Power of the Soul to nourish Weilu City.
No sooner had he returned to his territory than Haggs eagerly came looking for him.
After saluting, he excitedly said,
"Sovereign, I have obtained the Promotion Secret Technique for the Cold-blooded Cavalry!!"
Lear became interested.
"What are the requirements?"
The Cold-blooded Cavalry has always been his favorite unit, regarded as the ace up his sleeve.
But the 3-Star potential capped their level at Level 12.
If they can continue to be promoted, their level cap can be raised to Level 15, which would be a qualitative transformation!
Haggs, excited, said,
"Sovereign, the principle of our promotion is to purify the bloodline within us, consuming most of the waste, so that our bloodline can accommodate more powerful strength."
"And this process only requires flesh, a massive amount of flesh!"
Lear’s mouth twitched at this. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
He knew he couldn’t escape from this.
He felt a headache coming on.
The amount of flesh needed to upgrade from 3 Stars to 4 Stars is unquestionably enormous.
A single one is manageable, but thousands of them—this could be deadly.
Just how long would he need to hunt to meet the requirement?
The thought gives him a headache.
At this moment, Lear dearly misses his pig farm.
If he waited another three to five months, he could breed millions of Three-tailed Pigs, and then there would be no issue with the flesh.
But right now, he still has to resolve this problem himself.
While contemplating, his gaze turned to the intelligence refreshed yesterday...
A Beastman army will establish a city 100 kilometers south of the Mire Swamp, with numbers exceeding 500,000...
These damn beastmen, why choose here of all places to be an eyesore?
His eyes grew a bit colder.
This time, why not just take a big shot and consume all 500,000?!
