Lear regained his senses after a long ti and looked at the now-calm swamp, letting out a long breath.
It’s a turbulent ti.
But no matter what the future holds, strengthening oneself is always the key.
If he hadn’t been able to withstand the attack of the Kelder Ratman, even if the Mouse God knew he was a so-called forr ally, he would likely have been scorned.
Might even take action personally.
Only by blocking the opponent’s offense would he step out to save face.
More likely, the Mouse God had long since discovered the ’awakening’ of him, the Swamp God, and this was just another test.
Just don’t know what the so-called great catastrophe really ans... It seems I need to talk to the Ancient Goblin God.
An old family mber is as valuable as a treasure; the value the Ancient Goblin God can provide is not just about teaching.
Retracting his thoughts, he turned his gaze to the ground.
The scattered corpses of the Kelder Ratman now turned the swamp into a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, terrifyingly grueso.
With a slight ntal command.
The swamp surged like waves, gathering all the bodies together, then transporting them back to the territory.
The area devastated by the Burrowing Worms was silently restored to its original state, and the fog once again isolated external prying eyes.
The swamp’s formidable resilience ant that simple damage like this couldn’t inflict any substantial harm.
It’s like the ocean — unless you drain it, even the highest waves won’t really affect it.
This battle has thus completely ended.
Although the Mouse Queen wasn’t taken down as initially hoped, Lear did secure the Mouse God’s promise not to harass the swamp.
Although such a promise isn’t worth much, it at least indicates their attitude.
In this war, more than 200,000 corpses were collected, forming a mountain of flesh when brought back to the territory.
It looks quite overwhelming.
But the most crucial are the 27 level 19 Burrowing Worms... Each over a hundred ters long and more than twenty ters in diater.
Lying across the swamp like walls, they exude a sense of oppression.
With just a small perception, one can sense the terrifying energy contained in their flesh.
Lear’s gaze showed a hint of satisfaction.
If not for those rats’ attack, finding these creatures living deep underground wouldn’t have been easy.
As he pondered, he suddenly thought of sothing and looked in a specific direction of the swamp... Mud Worm.
In the recent battle, Lear hadn’t sent this creature out; it had been swimming deep underground.
These Burrowing Worms make excellent supplents.
With a wave of his hand, the infinite power of the swamp erupted, splitting open the heads of the Burrowing Worms, and their brain matter floated into the sky.
The next mont, swoosh — a 50-ter long Mud Worm leaped out from the ground, snapping up the brain matter before dropping heavily again.
Boom ~
Mud splashed everywhere as it twisted and burrowed back into the depths of the swamp.
The brain matter of the Burrowing Worm contained a unique force that could promote the evolution and tamorphosis of the Mud Worm.
The flesh energy contained in their bodies, however, was too potent.
Lear’s gaze showed satisfaction; the corpses of these worms, combined with the flesh of the 200,000 Kelder Ratman, should be enough to promote quite a few Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Without wasting ti, with a slight ntal command, the earth wriggled again, carrying these giant worm corpses deeper into the swamp.
Lear stood in midair, hovering above.
These giant worms beca his backdrop.
Returning to the territory, the troops on the city wall imdiately saw the spectacle of the hundred-ter worm corpses being brought back.
Each face was full of fervor and reverence.
The residents who helped transport military supplies were even more shocked.
Many devout believers directly transford into fanatics.
Only a great god could so easily slay such massive creatures, right?!
The news reached the territory, and all danger was lifted.
Although they hadn’t witnessed the battlefield’s horrors firsthand, the exaggerated bodies of the Burrowing Worms said it all.
Residents ca in an endless stream to witness it.
Deeply impacted.
Newcors to the territory felt it even more intensely; seeing it once was worth more than a thousand words.
Their inner faith deepened imdiately; the number heading to the church to pray increased significantly that day...
Lear didn’t pay attention to the rest; Haggs was still absorbing the Demon Prince’s power and the power of the godlike creature’s flesh and had not yet awakened.
The Promotion Secret Technique was in his hands for now, and he could only wait for him to wake.
Next ti, he must have the Promotion Secret Technique passed to another Wetland Lizard-man Hero; all eggs can’t be in one basket, or it might disrupt the overall pace if sothing is delayed.
This batch of flesh is rich enough to at least promote several squadrons.
That’s quite satisfying.
Also, he won the war this ti at a minor cost.
The rat army didn’t even reach beneath Weilu City.
A pure gain.
The rat attack also gave him more thought, the effect of the Land of Death was significant.
Next, if the swamp continues to expand, increasing its depth to a diater of 150 kiloters, 200 kiloters, or even more.
Wouldn’t it an there’s no need to station troops, as the swamp itself would swallow all enemies?!
Just like the treacherous ocean.
It seems efforts should be made in this direction moving forward...
And after dealing with the big problem of the Kelder Ratman, it’s ti to visit the Barbarian Tribe.
Stevens’ Blood Race, the underground Snake-man, Barbarians, Ancient Souls...
There are things there he desires.
Especially Stevens’ Blood Race, the Extraordinary Vampire still holding his Divine Fragnt!
Whoever he is, that which doesn’t belong to him must be relinquished!
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