The surrounding air turned dry, losing the swamp’s persistent rotten odor.
The vegetation around also underwent significant changes.
Moreover, as Lear left the swamp, his greatly enhanced perception gradually faded.
The speed of magic power recovery also decreased.
The changes inside and out reminded him... this was no longer his ho ground.
After calming himself down, Lear inford the army about the space rift and continued forward.
Only the Dark Night Elf was slightly surprised, while the others were already accustod to it.
Setting foot in the wilderness, the army heightened their alert.
He dispatched five squadrons of Cold-blooded Cavalry to scout ahead, and the Crimson Wasps in the sky extended their surveillance range.
After advancing approximately five kiloters, the army sent back intelligence—an enemy was discovered!
Lear, curious, went forward, but was slightly disappointed upon seeing the specific enemy.
It was just a group of low-intelligence wild dogn, and these creatures fed on the feces of other organisms.
Even from afar, the sll of their fernted stench was palpable.
Level 6, numbering only two squadrons.
Had such an enemy been encountered when newly entering the swamp, caution would have been necessary.
But now.
The pungent stench made Lear unwilling to look any longer.
With a thought, he unfolded a Land of Crimson Rot seven or eight ters ahead.
Then, he looked at the banshee beside him with a girlish appearance.
"Let them go in by themselves."
"Yes, Master..."
The Swamp Boggart replied, her red lips lightly parted.
A lodious song imdiately floated out.
The wild dogn instantly beca dazed, each walking quickly with slightly stiff steps.
Foolishly drooling, they directly stepped into the Land of Crimson Rot.
The Dark Night Elf could see through the cracks that the Land of Flesh and Blood within had already opened up, like the mouth of a giant beast.
The wild dogn who entered were directly swallowed.
Death ca silently.
They never noticed anything amiss until their death...
Lear was sowhat moved by this sight.
Level 6, an Interdiate Knight in Lorand City, could be a reservist in the army.
In the previous slums, such a person could already be considered a notable figure; neighbors would nod and smile upon eting them.
Now, like grass, they could be dealt with with a re wave of his hand.
This shift in power made him feel a subtle change.
The effort put into developnt had not been in vain.
Gathering his thoughts, he continued onwards.
The magic map guided the way, eliminating worries of getting lost.
In the subsequent journey, they encountered several waves of wild creatures.
However, none of them were high-level or worth subjugating.
All were slaughtered, leaving their bodies in the Land of Crimson Rot, to later feed the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Ti passed quickly while traveling in this manner.
By noon, Lear looked at the map marker and gestured for the army to halt.
Finding a high spot and glancing around, they were in a densely weeded area, with slender vines sprawled everywhere.
Looking far into the distance, a few earthen mounds blocked the vision.
No anomalies were found.
"The space rift is roughly in this area, keep the army vigilant."
He was still about twenty kiloters away from the information prompt, not yet truly within the designated territory.
Distanced by approximately three kiloters.
The front dispatched Crimson Wasps for surveillance.
He wasn’t certain what effects would occur when space turbulence erged.
To be cautious, it’s better to keep a distance.
The space rift would remain for a month with no concerns of disappearance.
The Crimson Wasps spread out four or five kiloters away, ready to report any unexpected situations imdiately.
Lear silently monitored everything.
Waiting patiently as hours slowly ticked away from noon to afternoon.
He maintained his patience.
Gradually, as the sun set, suddenly, a crisp sound of breaking glass rang.
Lear abruptly looked up at the sky.
Fractures stretched across the horizon, extending like a smashed mirror with spiderwebs.
Simultaneously, the surrounding air rapidly converged into the rift, much like a deflating balloon.
The rift expanded gradually.
Upon reaching a certain threshold.
Crack~
It suddenly shattered.
Countless fragnts scattered, reflecting rays of the setting sun.
The sky turned radiant, possessing an indescribable beauty.
In a few blinks, those shards quietly vanished without a trace.
No sign remained.
Concentrating, Lear saw a massive rift appear in the sky.
As if soone had shattered the heavens!
Rumble~
A series of muffled sounds approached, and in his vision, the rift quickly descended, directly crashing to the ground.
Bang~
The earth trembled.
Dust rose in the sky.
Lear’s gaze narrowed.
With a wave!
"Move!"
Imdiately he mobilized the army.
Simultaneously, he instructed the Crimson Queen Bee to send the swarm further for vigilance.
The recent disturbance was bound to attract other onlookers.
In rapid advance, they quickly reached where the rift had collapsed.
It was a relatively low area; the surrounding lush flora seed to have been cut by sickles.
Reduced to debris.
Large swathes of scratches appeared on the ground, like a cutting board for atballs.
In the center, a twisted, black rift over thirty ters long and more than ten ters high, sprawled on the ground.
Like a missing piece of a mirror.
Pitch black inside, nothing was visible.
Lear’s gaze sharpened, his mood fluctuating at that mont.
Finally, it appeared!!
"Queen Bee, send the swarm in to scout and clear the danger!"
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