Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 586 - 252: Big Profits! Feeling Pretty Good! (Part 2)
Chapter 586: Chapter 252: Big Profits! Feeling Pretty Good! (Part 2)
A seemingly promising route appeared, which was also a good choice.
No one cried or shouted about refusing to retreat; they quietly went back to pack their belongings and transport supplies…
Lear watched the busy barbarians, waving his hand to have a Great Demon return to the territory to bring his transport caravan.
Soon, the Great Demon brought 50 Bubble Beasts for support.
The Bubble Beasts swiftly packed all the barbarians’ supplies into vehicles and transported them back to the territory.
Each Bubble Beast could control 20 bubbles, even if the cargo was heavy, they could still manage at least 10.
These 50 Bubble Beasts could transport 500 bubbles, each 4 meters in diameter, in one round.
Although the barbarians had a lot of belongings, the war had already depleted them. The remaining items were moved in one go.
Lear was not interested in the remaining scraps, so he told them to discard them. In the second round, he moved the people back.
Effortlessly, by nightfall, the entire Barbarian Territory had been evacuated.
The entire city was left with only Lear and a few Great Demons, while the Mechanical Flying Dragon and the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King had already escorted the Bubble Beasts away.
Fewer people meant flexible movements and easier work execution.
Betina looked somewhat melancholically at the now-ruined Barbarian City.
This was the place she had awakened with infinite hope, never expecting it to be destroyed so dramatically.
Gathering her emotions,
she said in a solemn voice.
“Sir, the relic is in the Short Mountain to the north… Please follow me.”
As her words fell, her Qi Blood surged.
She flew directly forward.
After reaching Level 18, her power surged again, allowing her to walk through the air.
If seen by the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, he would surely be envious again.
Lear did not hesitate and followed right after.
The Great Demon guarded at his side.
Flying straight north for hundreds of kilometers.
Along the way, they saw many underground creatures already camping in the Wilderness, including a thousand-strong Evil Eye Tribe fighting werewolves on the plains.
The scene was very bloody.
The Underworld’s harsh living conditions meant only the elite survived. Although the Wilderness was also full of dangers, at least food wasn’t as scarce, allowing more creatures to thrive.
This also led to varying levels of strength, with most unable to withstand the attacks of the underground creatures, except for a few powerful races.
Lear had no interest in these matters now and sped up his pace.
Soon, a range of continuous Short Mountains appeared in sight.
The mountains were only about a hundred meters high, stretching out of sight.
Getting closer, you could feel a heart-trembling aura emanating from within the mountains.
Cold and evil, with a faint stench of decay.
As if countless corpses were buried within.
Power of Death.
But as someone who had been tainted by the Undead Plane, he quickly sensed something amiss.
This Power of Death was different from that of the Undead Plane, mixed with an even more evil and brutal aura.
“Sovereign, I sense a demonic presence…”
The Great Demon beside him spoke in a low voice.
Lear nodded, his expression becoming serious.
“Let’s go in… be careful.”
Betina immediately led the way forward, and as soon as they stepped into the Short Mountains, Lear heard faint whispers in his ear.
The murmurs carried a strong allure, as if trying to get him to release his soul and allow the surrounding powers to pour in.
He frowned slightly.
Demons were whispering…
The further they went into these low mountains, the more desolate it became.
The ground was a mix of dirt and rock with no sign of greenery.
At this moment, a fine misty rain was falling from the sky, but the drops were absorbed into the ground instantly.
The earth remained dry.
A sulfurous stench began to permeate the air, with the evil aura becoming more intense as they delved deeper, creating a chilling sensation.
No signs of wildlife activity could be seen around, it felt less like the Wilderness and more like a Plane of the Bottomless Abyss.
After advancing approximately 30 kilometers, the pervasive evil aura reached a peak.
After crossing another Short Mountain, Betina finally stopped, pointing at an inconspicuous small hill ahead.
She spoke with gravity in her tone.
“Sir, we have arrived.”
“It’s on the mountainside just ahead… but this time the aura is much more terrifying than when I last investigated.”
Lear nodded, and the whispers in his ears reached a peak as well.
Focusing intently, the vague voices became clear, allowing him to barely discern fragmented words.
“I exist in the past… exist in the present… and shall forever exist…”
“Worship me… and receive eternal life…”
“Immortal… undying… indestructible…”
The terrifying voice seeped into the soul and bloodline, threatening to make one lose themselves instantly.
Lear’s eyes turned cold and sharp.
A common demonic power, a temptation of the heart.
Ordinary people couldn’t resist the allure and would be corrupted by the power of the abyss into lesser demons.
In countless myths and legends, some powerful heroes ventured into the abyss and, over time, were corrupted into evil creatures, falling into the abyss.
Even beings as holy as Angels couldn’t resist the abyss’s corruption.
Fallen Angels are one of the abyss’s glorious achievements.
There was no more need to say; this place was clearly demon-corrupted.
It was only uncertain how strong the opponent was.
Lear mobilized his internal power, directly blocking that influence.
Gazing at Betina, who appeared unfazed, this ancient warrior also had her own methods.
