Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 578 - 249: These 200,000 Corpses Make for a Meager Feast...
It’s just a step away from reaching the full level of Level 15.
Turning his head, Lear saw the five squadrons of Cold-blooded Cavalry kneeling on one knee before him simultaneously.
"Sovereign!"
Their voices were uniform, filled with a ferocity and dominance that could swallow mountains and rivers.
This was the ace unit of Weilu City!
Lear’s spirits soared.
Good, good, good!
He was eagerly anticipating the moment when all the Cold-blooded Cavalry completed their transformation, feeling an impulse to personally lead the army in a charge against the enemy formations.
With thousands of heavy cavalry charging simultaneously, he couldn’t imagine the terrifying oppression the enemy must feel.
However, so much flesh and blood had only transformed into five squadrons... there are still 3,200 people waiting.
His lips twitched slightly, and his enthusiasm diminished considerably.
There was still a long way to go to achieve this beautiful wish.
After dismissing the army, Lear pondered for a moment and prepared to inquire about the cataclysm from the Ancient Goblin God, but he learned that the other was in seclusion for research.
Not dwelling on this, he summoned the Great Demon, mounted the Mechanical Flying Dragon, and rode the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King, heading directly to the Barbarian Territory.
This matter had been delayed long enough and needed to be resolved thoroughly.
This trip was to solve the barbarian problem and take the opportunity to probe the foundations of Stevens’ Blood Race.
The Dark Race, with Extraordinary strength, was not to be underestimated.
Not long after leaving the swamp, the sky suddenly darkened, the clouds thickened, and the view became gloomy as if it were the prelude to a downpour.
The distance from the Barbarian Territory to the swamp was only two to three hundred kilometers, without the delay of marching armies, the Barbarian Territory came into view after just over an hour.
At this moment, a light rain began to fall from the sky.
From a distance, through the misty rain, the barbarians appeared to be undergoing a defensive battle.
In front of the towering city walls, snake-men with serpentine bodies and human upper halves gathered like ants to besiege the city.
The snake-men wielded unique hooks that they swung below the walls and then suddenly threw up onto the walls, where they lodged securely upon contact.
The snake-men below ensured the hooks would not fall off, then coiled their bodies around the ropes and climbed up rapidly.
The barbarians defending the city walls were desperately trying to cut the ropes, but the material of the hooks was incredibly tough, resisting sword cuts.
They could only pry at the points of contact, causing the hooks to fall on their own.
But in doing so, some of the attackers inevitably climbed up the walls.
Once they reached the top, the fierce snake-men immediately swung their twin swords.
A brutal battle ensued with the defending barbarians.
Warriors of the Snake-man Race generally ranged from Level 11 to Level 12, whereas the barbarians were only at Levels 7 or 8.
The two sides were on completely different levels.
Furthermore, the defensive weapons in the rear had long since been destroyed, leaving the barbarians without any supportive power.
The situation was entirely one-sided...
Lear was somewhat puzzled upon witnessing this scene. How had the barbarians managed to hold on until now under such circumstances?
At that moment, a commotion suddenly erupted on the city walls.
The snake-men who had climbed up began to be slaughtered en masse.
Focusing his gaze, Lear saw bare-chested barbarians appear at the heart of the battle, their bodies etched with blood-colored inscriptions.
Each held a three-meter-long sharp war saber.
Blood-colored energy burned on their bodies.
As they swung their war sabers, afterimages followed; those snake-men who tried to defend themselves were cut down along with their weapons!
The defending barbarian warriors erupted in cheers, working together to pressure the snake-men’s positions.
This fierce, really?
Curious, he opened the Attribute Panel...
Barbaric Blood Guard, Level: 15, Potential: 4 Stars, Status: Blood Burning (All Attributes increased threefold, can last up to 8 hours, each use consumes 3 years of lifespan.)
Wow, they’re burning their lifespans!
No wonder they’re so vicious...
As the Barbaric Blood Guard took the initiative in the battle, a figure wearing black armor and wielding a giant, gate-sized sword appeared in the rear. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Upon seeing this figure for the first time, Lear’s expression turned extremely serious.
The figure was the Barbarian Chief he’d previously conversed with!
Yet now, the figure seemed extremely eerie, radiating an aura that gave Lear an intense sense of danger.
This aura could pose a lethal threat to him.
Did this life possessing an Ancient Soul become this formidable?
