Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 695 - 296: The War Ends, the Indomitable Steel Saber
These units that can be continuously resurrected don’t care about death at all; as long as the main body of the Desolate Tomb is still there, they can rejoin the battlefield no matter how many times they die.
Exchanging life for life, Lear has plenty of cards in his hand!
The sky over Katana was completely shrouded in blood-red clouds, the crimson void resembling a burning sea of blood.
From the spatial rift, Level 15 Tyrant Demons, Bloody War Bears, and low-tier Demons surged out like a plague of locusts. Burning Spears and giant claws tore the earth, and the city walls became meaningless. The battle entered a frenzy.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry charged like an iron torrent, the Ancient Treant Warriors congregated in the center, branches striking like heavy hammers, while the Dark Night Hunters’ arrows rained down with precision. Together with the Wetland Angels and Doomsday Angels, they defended the Temple.
The army of Weilu City, though unable to utilize the powers above the extraordinary like Kalanis, turned the battlefield into a meat grinder with iron discipline and equipment superiority; the situation remained under Lear’s control.
His thoughts were like steel, directing with precision.
“Kill!”
The Cold-blooded Cavalry roared thunderously, their military formation cutting like a blade, toppling the Bloody War Bears and massing falling Tyrant Demons.
The Dark Night Hunters and Ancient Tree Guardians coordinated as ranged and melee forces seamlessly integrated, and the low-tier Demons were harvested like wheat. The resilience and combat strength of the Weilu City army showed undeniably at this moment; the Tyrant Monarch’s fierce offensives were heavily suppressed, corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.
Above the sky, the blood cloud began to gradually fade.
The Tyrant Monarch noticed this and became extremely uneasy.
“Ants, your army cannot withstand the wrath of my lord!”
Fuming with anger, it exerted full strength, more Demon Army surged out from the rift.
Now with the Goddess of Misfortune present, it wasn’t enough to solve the opponent, but at least a part of this bastard’s power must be cleared away!
To kill the opponent, the swamp in the Main Plane must be flattened!
Consuming more of its power now increases the odds of success later.
After suffering great losses multiple times, his vigilance had been heightened to the utmost, never again as arrogant as in the beginning!
Furthermore, the Master of Dark Crows, having been cautious since the last failure, wouldn’t believe this worm could withstand the gaze of the Master of Dark Crows.
Even with the protection of the Goddess of Misfortune, it was of no use!
“Abyssal Fury?”
Lear sneered.
“The wails of the weak…meaningless.”
At the same time, the avatar of the Goddess of Misfortune stood across the void, compressing the blood cloud with black and red energy, making the rifts turbulent and vague.
The Flower of Misfortune in her hand shone brightly, fiercely colliding with the blood runes as space gradually eroded away.
The number of demons emerging from the rift began to decline…the peak had passed!
“They won’t last much longer…”
The tone was cold, carrying a hint of suppressed anger.
She had promised to protect Lear in the Original Plane, but the halfway appearance of the Tyrant Monarch was an affront not just an attack on Lear, but a slap to her face!
A small Abyssal Evil God, joining hands with that crow, thought it could rest easy? Naive!
She had already planned, once leaving the Original Plane, to show the opponent what cruelty meant!
Lear’s gaze was icy.
“All units accelerate the slaughter!”
The Cold-blooded Cavalry’s formation charged like a dragon, the Ancient Tree Guardians smashed the war bears, the Dark Night Hunters continued reaping, while the Wetland Angels and Doomsday Angels cleared the field together.
Weilu City’s army, like a precise machine, crushed the demons. Though casualties increased, they rapidly annihilated the enemy forces.
At the outskirts of the Long Thorn Mountain Range, the rescue operation continued to advance.
The Half-Elf Griffin Knight swooped in for rescue, Vampires transformed into bats tearing through demons, and Crimson Wasp poison needles assassinated, having already cleared more than half of the demons. But given the vast scope of the Long Thorn Mountain Range, no matter how hard they tried, massive casualties still occurred.
Even with a surge in the shallow followers of the Swamp Sect, it was difficult to compensate for such losses.
Lear sensed this and instinctively commanded the army to hasten the demon hunt.
Watching the blood cloud in the sky gradually dimming, his gaze was grim.
After this event, the evil god must be executed.
No more delays can be afforded…
Previously unable to locate the enemy, now, the wrath of the Goddess of Misfortune surely burns even more fiercely than his own!
Weilu City’s army, with an iron will, resisted the onslaught of the Tyrant Monarch’s ferocity, even firmly maintaining the upper hand.
As time ticked away, finally, the blood cloud in the sky was worn nearly transparent by the Goddess of Misfortune, the surrounding spatial rifts shattering with a cracking sound.
Despite the Tyrant Monarch’s reluctance, it knew the situation was irreversible at this moment.
“Insect, you will regret it!!”
“Benshaba, Lear, you wait! The Master of Dark Crows will ultimately devour everything!”
With the fall of the final voice, the remaining blood cloud was utterly consumed by the black and red power of misfortune.
No demons fell from the sky again.
On the battlefield, after the terrifying slaughter, the demon numbers were down to merely four or five thousand. Facing Weilu City’s army, fierce as wolves and tigers, they were soon all slain.
The battlefield returned to calm.
The once-flourishing Katana was now covered in flesh and remnants, demons’ blood staining the earth, filling depressions up to the knee with pools of blood.
At a glance, the world was a scene of blood, like the Land of Evil born from the Abyss.
The thick and foul air assaulted the senses, nauseating.
The atmosphere seemed filled with sticky plasma, creating a suffocatingly oppressive feeling akin to humid weather.
This brutal war…Weilu City achieved the ultimate victory!
Katana did not fall, and the Temple still stood.
“Isa, clean the battlefield and organize the losses.”
“Yes, Your Majesty…”
The leader of the Dark Night Elves immediately took command and got to work.
Simultaneously, the civilians who had taken refuge in residential buildings came out to help clean up the battlefield.
Witnessing how bravely Weilu City’s army had fought against the odds left a deep shock in everyone’s hearts, proving their courage and sacrifice.
Over thirty thousand believers… after this battle, Lear could feel that twenty-eight thousand of them had been elevated to devout believers.
Had they failed to hold the line, these hard-earned believers would have all become corpses.
The loss would be immeasurable.
Thousands choked back their fear and faith, aiding the army in gathering demon corpses.
After this, it’s time to eliminate this evil god.
No more delaying…
The previous search had failed to locate the opponent; now, the wrath of the Goddess of Misfortune likely burned even more than his own!
Weilu City’s army, wielding an iron will, strongly resisted the tide of the Tyrant Monarch, steadily maintaining the upper hand.
As time passed, the blood cloud in the sky was nearly dissipated by the Goddess of Misfortune, and with a crack, the spatial rift completely shattered.
Even though the Tyrant Monarch was unwilling, it understood at this moment that the situation was irreversible.
“No matter how unwilling you are, your army cannot stop my lord’s wrath!”
“Even with the Goddess of Misfortune’s protection, it’s no use!”
Bloodied and battered, the demons left a path of destruction on the ground, but they were eventually overcome, with only four or five thousand surviving the brutal slaughter. Facing the fierce and fearless army of Weilu City, they stood no chance.
The battlefield was a blood-drenched chaos, but miraculously, Katana was not overrun, and the temple still stood.
“Isa, take charge of the cleanup and tally the losses.”
“Yes, Your Majesty…”
Isa, the leader of the Dark Night Elves, immediately began the task.
Simultaneously, those who had taken refuge in the residential buildings emerged to assist the army in gathering the demon corpses.
In this brutal skirmish, the passionate and unyielding courage of Weilu City’s army was on full display, against all odds, they stood firm against the fierce onslaught of the Tyrant Monarch’s demon army.
The believers, more than thirty thousand strong…after this battle, Lear sensed that among them, twenty-eight thousand had become devout believers.
Katana had not fallen; the temple remained standing.
The loss would be incalculable if the line hadn’t been held.
And yet, after withstanding a fierce skirmish, the demon cadavers piled into 30 mounds, and as the blood-stained sky darkened further, black and red powers of misfortune enveloped the remaining blood cloud.
This evil god must be executed after this is over.
It can’t be dragged out any further…
Initially, it was tricky locating their hideout. Now, the wrath of the Goddess of Misfortune burns even hotter than my own!
Weilu City’s army, with a steely resolve, held firm against the brutality of the Tyrant Monarch, maintaining the upper hand.
As time passed by seconds, the blood cloud in the sky was nearly erased by the Goddess of Misfortune; the surrounding spatial rift shattered completely with a crack.
Even if the Tyrant Monarch was unwilling, he realized the situation was irrecoverable.
“Benshaba, Lear, you watch! The Master of Dark Crows shall devour everything ultimately!” With that final word, the remaining blood cloud was entirely devoured by the black-red Power of Misfortune.
No more demons descended from the sky.
On the battlefield, after the terrifying carnage, the demon numbers dwindled to just over four or five thousand. Against the wolfish army of Weilu City, it was only a matter of time before they were entirely wiped out.
Tragically, despite their eventual victory, the scar of this war still lingered, emphasized by the wanton bloodshed and insurmountable losses.
The outskirts of the Long Thorn Mountain Range, where rescue operations continued, witnessed the sheer devastation.
The Half-Elf Griffin Knights descended to save people, Vampires turned into bats to shred demons, and Crimson Wasp poison needles assassinated their enemies. Yet, given the breadth of the Long Thorn Mountain Range, even with their best efforts, a catastrophic number of casualties occurred.
Not even the surge of new devotees to the Swamp Sect could offset the losses.
Lear, feeling this, instinctively commanded the troops to accelerate demon slaughter.
Staring at the gradually fading blood clouds in the sky, his gaze was icy.
After this time, the demise of this Evil God will come.
No more delays…
Previously, the location was unknown, but now, the Goddess of Misfortune’s fury likely surpassed his own!
Weilu City’s army, with iron-clad sabres, resiliently resisted the ferocity of the Tyrant Monarch and steadily took the upper hand.
Time ticked by, and finally, the blood clouds in the sky were almost entirely obliterated by the Goddess of Misfortune, and the surroundings shattered with a clear sound.
Even though the Tyrant Monarch was unwilling, it was clear that the tide of the battle was irreversible now.
“Ants, you’ll pay dearly for this!!”
“Benshaba, Lear, just you wait! The Master of Dark Crows will devour everything eventually!”
With that, the last remnants of the blood cloud were completely consumed by the red and black power of misfortune.
No more demons appeared in the sky.
On the battlefield, after the terrible massacre, only four to five thousand demons were left. Against the fierce Weilu City army, they were swiftly annihilated.
The battlefield was a sprawling scene of carnage, as if it were born from the Abyss, with thick and putrid blood sending its stench through the air.
After such a fierce confrontation, the willing sacrifice and resilience of the Weilu City army were fully evident, and their triumph proved the success of their development over this period.
That tyrant’s invasion may be repelled, but the shadow they cast was still lingering.
“Isa, prepare the battlefield for cleanup, assess the losses.”
“Yes, Your Majesty…”
The Dark Night Elf leader took command, organizing the field and tallying casualties.
The dedication of over thirty thousand faithful… after this battle, Lear could feel that twenty-eight thousand of them had ascended to devout believers.
If the defense had failed, these hard-won believers would have become mere casualties.
This loss would have been incalculable.
The gruesome slaughter had left thirty mounds of demon corpses, and as the blood-stained sky continued to darken, the black and red power of misfortune enveloped the last of the dismal blood cloud, leaving no demons falling from the sky.
The battlefield was a testament to the horrendous slaughter; though heavy losses were sustained, the Weilu City army’s achievements during this time were glorious.
The Tyrant Monarch had retreated, but the shadow cast by the opposition remained.
Katana did not fall, the Temple still stood.
This sacrifice was immeasurable, but it proved the strength of the faith that had grown in recent times.
“Isa, clean the battlefield and tally the losses.”
“Yes, Your Majesty…”
The leader of the Dark Night Elves immediately took command of the task.
Thousands, gripped by fear and faith, gritted their teeth and aided the army in gathering up to thirty hills of demon corpses while sky’s bloody haze faded into near invisibility.
The blood-streaked expanse was a vision of a world born from dark horrors, as black and red energies of misfortune gradually obliterated the malevolent presence.
