Simultaneous hunting, how terrifying the damage!
The Burrowing Worm raged in pain, thrashing its body against the Great Swamp, splashing mud and water, trying to use this as a counterattack.
But the Deserted Tomb Guard, without physical form, was completely unhard.
After several rounds of attacks, the Burrowing Worm suddenly let out a wail, twitched a few tis, and stiffly collapsed in the mud.
Its exterior suffered no damage, yet it directly lost its life force.
The Deserted Tomb Guard did not linger, imdiately switching targets to attack the next one...
Following the Burrowing Worms were the Kelder Ratn, who were affected by the chaotic battlefield, most of the casualties inflicted by the Burrowing Worms.
The hundred-ter-long giant worm could crush dozens of them with a casual turn, like stepping on ants.
Such rampant slaughter, these 27 Burrowing Worms ca in full force, but barely penetrated 20 kiloters into the swamp before being entirely executed!
The Great Demon blinded 10 of them, all executed by the Flesh Butcher, this Divine Life took down 15 by itself,
the Two-headed Giant Chief killed 5, and the Deserted Tomb Guard hunted down 7.
Huge corpses blocked the swamp, like walls of flesh and blood, creating a visually impactful scene...
But interestingly, the tide-like Kelder Ratn at the rear did not halt their steps due to the fall of the Burrowing Worms.
With piercing howls, they continued to advance.
However, without the path-clearing Burrowing Worms, the unique terrain of the swamp imdiately made these rats taste the flavor of death.
One by one, they were swallowed by the mud.
In the swamp modified by Lear, each direction had only a few paths leading to Weilu City.
Without flying soldiers, trying to breach the swamp’s constraints with sheer numbers alone... would require a scale of at least a million.
Lear leisurely watched these Kelder Ratn piling up with lives.
This scene continued for half an hour, and when the casualties exceeded 200,000,
suddenly, a unique power rose from a cave outside the swamp, invading it.
Wherever it went, the bodies of Kelder Ratn exploded, bursting into a sky filled with crimson energy.
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
The last ti the Ratn attacked, they used this trick, achieving significant results, causing the Deserted Tomb Guards to be killed four or five tis.
But that was before, do they attempt the sa trick again now?
With a slight wave of his hand, the surging Swamp Power directly dispersed that force, restoring complete calm.
As that force dissipated, it gradually coalesced into a phantom on the path.
A Kelder Ratman, wearing a golden crown, clad in a bright red robe, with hands behind its back, staring at the swamp could be seen.
In its pitch-black eyes, there was an inexplicable aning.
Lear’s eyes t with it, noticing a very subtle emotion in its eyes.
Not hatred or anger, but as if... the other was quite familiar with him?
Not a sister, you’re a rat, do we know each other for you to look at like this...
"Master of the swamp, the attack of the Kelder Ratn on you stops from this mont forward..."
"I was not aware that you had awakened before."
"May the earth bless you, I hope you survive this cataclysm... my forr ally."
As the words fell, Lear felt an especially familiar aura recede.
The complexity in those eyes disappeared.
In the next mont, the phantom suddenly shattered.
Simultaneously, countless Kelder Ratn in the swamp squeaked retreating wildly, diving into holes, and soon enough, none were left...
Lear was still a bit dazed at this mont.
Just now... was that the God of the Ratn?!
The phantom was condensed by the Mouse Queen, but what it controlled was the God of this race!
Appearances can be deceiving, Power of Rules cannot.
Forr ally?
The last words of the God of the Ratn left him feeling profound.
And... surviving this cataclysm???
Referring to the Divine Abomination breaking free and the collapse of the Underworld? Or sothing else?
But he had a vague feeling that its implication was far from simple.
The original action against the Ratn invasion, because of the appearance of the God of the Ratn, beca shrouded in mystery.
Lear looked in the direction the Kelder Ratn left, lost in thought.
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