Lear’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intensely fixed on the void heart pulsating on the black altar.
The Godslaying Heart?!
Wasn’t the Dark Naga looking for it?
Has it already been found?
But upon closer inspection, sothing felt off.
Though it radiated formidable power, it was ethereal, just like its appearance... not a tangible object.
The Cyclops realized sothing was amiss after a mont, showing slight hesitation.
"Master, this seems to be just a shadow of the Godslaying Heart."
He spoke, as if suddenly enlightened.
"Perhaps this is a mark ant to guide the Dark Naga in its search for the Godslaying Heart..."
Lear nodded slightly, that explanation seed plausible.
In contemplation, Lear ordered the Deserted Tomb Guard to search around the dark altar.
The black mist had completely dissipated, and there was no longer any trace of the Dark Naga, but caution was necessary.
Quickly the Deserted Tomb Guard reported back... all was safe.
Seeing this, Lear focused his attention on the pulsating void heart.
His spiritual power emanated, slowly covering the altar, and touched the heart.
The mont he touched the heart, he imdiately sensed a unique power brewing within.
Darkness, evil, tyranny, madness...
It was like an extrely evil power from the deepest layers of the abyss, filled with a chilling evil aura.
"तार्मोतानिउतरति, तिरन्तानिअधिपति..."
In his mind, an indescribable low murmur slowly erged.
As if it echoed by his ear, and at the sa ti from the horizon, soon reverberating throughout the world.
Lear only felt everything around him beco distorted.
The ground beneath him suddenly collapsed, and he began to fall.
Below was an endless, pitch-black, unfathomable darkness.
A strong sense of weightlessness rushed in.
It was as if an indescribable, unspeakable evil entity grasped his feet, pulling him into the abyss.
Lear’s spirit tightened abruptly, biting his lip fiercely.
A taste of pain mixed with blood surged in his mouth, montarily pulling his consciousness back.
He directly mobilized the Swamp Divine Format floating in the Seed of Magic within his mind.
In the next mont, the shattered divine format burst into a brilliant light.
Majestic energy emanated, covering his whole body, using a domineering stance to directly dispel the murmuring voice.
Peace returned in front of his eyes.
Lear refocused his gaze, his eyes turning icy.
Want to drag him into the abyss?
You’re not qualified!
Looking around, everyone was in a normal state, without any abnormality.
It was evident that only by touching that void heart would one be tempted.
His gaze turned cold.
In that brief mont, he sensed an incredibly familiar aura—
Divinity!
That trace of divinity was hidden within.
Lear’s eyes deepened.
This was information he had already known, so he wasn’t too overjoyed, but at last, it was nearing the final stage.
Harvest the divinity!
With a thought, the Swamp Divine Format burst with even brighter light.
A sacred, inviolable force surged forth, completely enveloping the pulsating void heart.
Devour, plunder, in the strongest manner, he directly severed the connection between the divinity and the abyss!
In the next mont.
An indescribable aura of tyranny erupted from the heart.
The terrifying force, like a storm on the ocean, stirred up thousand-foot-high waves.
Vast and surging.
It forcibly opposed Lear’s power.
In the valley, the army suddenly felt a surge of tyrannical killing intent, looking at their comrades, their eyes beca mad.
The situation suddenly turned restless and uneasy.
The opposing power overflowed!
Even the slightest trace is the power of this world’s sovereign!
How can mortals withstand it?!
[You have co into contact with the Tyrant Divine Power, have discerned the presence of the Abyss Duke, and obtained two pieces of information—1. Millions of years ago, Abyss Duke: Tyrant Monarch, was wounded by Demon Prince: Dimogogen in a battle, the opponent sealed part of the Authority of Tyranny in its heart, which was then thrown into the Main Plane to cut off the possibility of its recovery.]
[After losing part of the authority, the Tyrant Monarch’s strength was greatly reduced, and for millions of years he sought to regain his power.]
[After expending imnse effort, he finally sensed the presence of his heart a few months ago, and for this reason, didn’t hesitate to send the most loyal Dark Naga to the Main Plane to search, the heart hidden within a spatial layer of the Mire Swamp.]
[2. The dark altar is an anchor connecting the abyss, within the phantom heart, a trace of the Tyrant Monarch’s divinity is hidden, used to penetrate the Main Plane’s rules.]
[Devouring this heart can control the trace of divinity, but simultaneously, it will be influenced by the Tyrant Monarch, only supre unwavering will can resist the Tyrant Monarch’s will erosion.]
[Among your subordinates, only Kalanis can directly face the Tyrant Monarch’s will, the Flesh Butcher will beco the dium for the Tyrant Monarch to descend onto the Main Plane, it must not be allowed to make contact.]
Lear’s pupils narrowed seeing the sudden intelligence in his mind.
More intelligence appeared?!
After reading carefully, only then did he understand the context.
The Godslaying Heart turned out to be the sealed heart of the Tyrant Monarch with the Authority of Tyranny!
The heart of an Evil God!
Lear imdiately started breathing heavily.
If he could acquire it... it would undoubtedly be an enormous treasure!
Moreover, the heart is right within the swamp!!
After reading the second piece of information, he slowly turned his head towards Kalanis, standing not far away with a long war saber in hand, calmly.
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