CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: GODSLAYER?!

After resting for a moment, Lear stepped out of the tent, looked at the glaring sun, and took a deep breath.

The further he explored, the more he felt the pressure from all around.

The enemies that have been identified so far are—the Foul Giant Demon and the Two-headed Ogre.

↑North, 30 kilometers away, over 500 decaying Centaurs with a Level of 9.

Unknown dangers—unidentified giant three-toed footprints and a fleeting glimpse of a Flying Dragon.

Now he has also discovered a Half-Fishman gathering place and a territory where the Dark Naga reside.

Although the Wetland Lizard-men’s Level has been raised to 7, and his strength has significantly increased, it’s still far from enough to conquer the Swamp.

He needs to continue strengthening the power of these warriors, while also waging wars to enslave more armies.

Swamp Boggarts, Bubble Beasts, and Vine Fairies were all conquered through external exploration.

Though they are strategically significant, they are different from the Wetland Lizardman Warriors who engage in direct combat.

Lear thought for a moment and called for the Swamp Boggarts to march with the army.

These Boggarts can be utilized now.

Their singing is perfect for luring monsters.

Safe, efficient.

After pondering, he also brought along 8 Bubble Beasts.

Since he planned to enslave more Swamp creatures, these adorable little fellows would be the best helpers.

Their Bubble Prison is a perfect match with the Divine Remnant skill.

After the troops gathered, they set out immediately.

The Half-Fishman gathering place is 25 kilometers south of Weilu City↓, requiring some time to travel.

They crossed the farmland area and entered the unexplored region to the south↓.

After advancing four or five kilometers, the vegetation in this part of the swamp appeared exceptionally lush.

Vast stretches of wild grass with slender vines intertwined over the mud, and loose mud piled up beneath the grass.

Occasionally, half-exposed yellowed bones could be seen protruding from beneath the grass.

Buzzz~

The sound of mosquitoes buzzed densely in his ears, adding to the oppressive heat, which was quite irksome.

Treading on the muddy ground, the Wetland Lizard-men’s webbed feet slightly spread to maximize the contact area.

Even in the soft mud, these Swamp creatures could walk easily.

Unlike them, Lear wrapped his body in magic power, making himself as light as a feather, even able to tread on the water plants to move forward.

In the swamp, his magic power recovery speed was more than ten times that of the outside, allowing him to maintain it for an extended period.

Ah!

Suddenly, a shrill scream abruptly halted the army’s advance.

Lear turned his head to see a Wetland Lizard-man falling into the mud, face contorted, clutching his foot and rolling around.

The painful wailing was particularly unsettling.

The body trembled uncontrollably, oblivious even to burying the head in the mud.

Haggs, with a dark expression, quickly stepped forward, examined him, and immediately raised his head to report.

"Sovereign, he was bitten by a Black-spot Red Blood Worm!"

Lear frowned deeply.

"Poisonous insect?"

Haggs’s eyes were heavy.

"Yes, Sovereign...we cannot be immune to the pain caused by the Black-spot Red Blood Worm!"

"These poisonous insects possess intense venom and tend to inhabit large areas as their hunting grounds."

"I’m afraid this place is now infested with Black-spot Red Blood Worms!"

"They dwell underground in the mud and retreat to the depths at any surface disturbance; their tunnels can extend hundreds of meters deep, making them extremely difficult to deal with."

With Giant Dragon dung depleted, it’s impossible to carry it constantly on hunts outside.

Without the deterrence of Dragon’s Might, poisonous insects lurk in the swamp, ready to emerge at any time.

Two Wetland Lizard-men carried the injured comrade over, and Lear looked down to see an exaggerated swelling at the gap in the leg armor.

The scales were bulging, with blood seeping through the gaps.

Swamp Blessing.

Magic power surged, and a Healing Technique slightly alleviated the Wetland Lizardman’s pain, easing his facial expression somewhat.

"Come closer to me."

As he finished speaking, Divine Remnant emanated forth.

One could faintly feel the insects hidden beneath the low grassy mud retreating deeper underground.

"How do these poisonous insects compare to the Swamp Spiders?"

Haggs shook his head.

"The Swamp Spiders’ venom is strong, but not as potent as the Black-spot Red Blood Worms... It’s said these worms mutated by devouring Giant Dragon flesh, although their level is not high, their venom is extremely intense."

Why does everything seem to involve a Giant Dragon?

Lear’s mouth twitched.

He gazed at the ground below, lost in thought.

Letting go of such venomous insects seems a bit wasteful...

Thinking, he turned to the Swamp Boggarts beside him.

"Can you lure out those poisonous insects hidden underground?"

The Swamp Boggarts nodded immediately.

"Master, we’ll give it a try."

Though endowed with inherited wisdom, they had just hatched recently and lacked sufficient experience to be certain if their singing would affect the insects.

The three Swamp Boggarts slightly parted their rosy lips, their white teeth gleaming.

The next moment, a melodious and gentle singing emerged from their mouths.

To Lear, it felt like warm hands massaging his soul.

The entire body soaked in warm water, utterly comfortable.

Rustle, rustle.

The grass shuddered.

Lear clearly sensed unique lifeforms with distinct auras emerging from the underground soil, beginning to move upward.

In an instant, a dark red worm, the thickness of a thumb and 20 centimeters long, covered in black spots, crawled out from the mud onto the low grass on the earth’s surface a few meters ahead.

Looking around, this area was densely packed with thousands of them.

Just one look gives a person goosebumps.

Haggs’ face even changed color.

Fortunately, we didn’t delve too deep...if they all crawled out, half of them would be doomed!

Black-spot Red Blood Worm

[Level]: Level 3

[Potential]: 1 Star

[Racial Talent]: Highly Poisonous, generates soul-corroding venom inside its body, which cannot be immunized; after poisoning, the soul will gradually decay.

[Skills]: Poison Sac (1 Star) stores venom up to half its body weight.

[Evaluation]: A venomous insect with a terrifying toxin.

Indeed, a venomous insect, with both talent and skills highly poisonous!

Although its level isn’t high, the accompanying toxin is anything but simple.

Lear’s eyes lit up with delight.

"Gather these Black-spot Red Blood Worms...bring them back to the territory!"

Searching for venomous insects and poisonous plants is also one of the exploration goals...the Foul Giant Demon occupying the ancient ruins is still eagerly waiting.

The Swamp Boggart, with a life potential of 3 stars, sings melodiously, and those worms, like they’ve found some delicious food, swarm quickly.

Lear noticed a plant with leaves similar to large plantain leaves nearby and instructed the Wetland Lizard-men to pick a few and place them in front.

The Black-spot Red Blood Worms immediately crawled onto them, densely packed with over a thousand worms, looking quite nauseating.

Once no worm was left out, the Bubble Beast spat out bubbles, capturing them all.

Although these Black-spot Red Blood Worms are gross, if used properly, they can be deadly weapons!

At the very least, the Foul Giant Demon would find these little things quite fitting...

Lear felt a bit more cheerful.

He ordered the army to keep moving forward.

After this incident, everyone’s vigilance rose once again.

During this time, they encountered many more venomous mosquitoes and insects, but none as valuable as the Black-spot Red Blood Worms.

When less than five kilometers remained to the Half-Fishman gathering area, the Wetland Lizard-men exploring ahead sent back information—

Ahead, they found Half-Fishman sentries.

Lear immediately perked up, the exhaustion from several hours of rushing dissipating in an instant.

Finally, it’s time for the main event!

To prevent accidents, he signaled for Haggs to personally go and take down that sentry.

The Wetland Lizard-man Hero softly acknowledged the order, disappearing from sight at once.

When he reached the front, Haggs had two Half-Fishman captives, looking bruised and battered.

These slimy creatures emitted a nauseating stench, quite off-putting to look at.

Lear turned to the Swamp Boggart with long, light blue hair standing beside him.

Without needing more words, she stepped forward.

Her red lips parted slightly, a beautiful song humming melodiously again.

The frightened Half-Fishmen quickly lost themselves...their eyes glazed over, looking foolishly at the Swamp Boggart.

The saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths...

Lear glanced at the Swamp Boggart a second time.

These magical beings with 3-star potential truly get better the more you use them.

Too bad there are only three.

And they take 20 years to gestate, so it’s too late to breed more now...

"How many people are in your territory right now? Where is your chieftain?"

"Everyone is in the territory, and the chieftain is leading the tribe in a ceremony for the Father God..."

Ceremony?

Lear raised an eyebrow.

The Half-Fishman captive caught this morning said the same thing...are these guys really this devout?

Conducting ceremonies every now and then.

The Half-Fishman began to speak with fervor.

"The great Father God is about to revive, and the Half-Fishmen will finally rise!"

"Everyone will bow before Father God’s feet..."

"This swamp will belong to the Half-Fishman, and the whole Wilderness will be ruled by us!"

The zeal of a believer proved of no value, but the other’s nearly fanatical tone made Lear’s brow furrow slightly.

As he was about to continue interrogating, new information suddenly flashed in his mind’s intelligence system—

[You have learned about the revival of the Half-Fishman God, triggering related intelligence—The Half-Fishman God fell a million years ago, leaving only a speck of remnant soul, which lay dormant until awakening last month.]

[The Half-Fishmen of the Slime Clan happen to be nearby and have once again come under the gaze of their Father God, beginning to fight for the Half-Fishman God.]

[The remnant soul of the Half-Fishman God contains unique divinity that cannot be killed using ordinary means.]

[However, the Swamp Divine Format can erase the remnant soul.]

Upon seeing the intelligence system prompt, Lear suddenly held his breath.

He felt his mouth dry and a rush of blood surged from his spine into his mind.

The awakening of the Father God spoken of by the Half-Fishmen...could it be true?!!

The Half-Fishman God, fallen for a million years, has been revived!!

The most critical thing is—he can erase the remnant soul.

A phrase suddenly surfaced in his mind, one that made everyone in the Noel Plane tremble—Godslayer!

Excitement surged through his veins.

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