Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 793 - 335: Master of Madness’s Arm, This Time We’re Striking It Rich_2

[After the God of Undead’s death, the Authority scattered within the Undead Plane, allowing one to acquire the easiest 2% of the Authority of the Undead through the sacrifice of a million souls.]

Lear’s expression became quite remarkable the moment he saw the intelligence update.

Wow, I never expected that behind the fall of the God of Undead, so much was hidden.

The Ancient Evil God - Master of Dark Crows actually conspired with the Divine Abomination to ambush the God of Undead.

But the amusing part is, the God of Undead wasn’t killed by external threats but was devoured by his companions within the Undead Plane.

There’s a sense of absurd, dark humor in there.

But when you think about it, it somehow feels inexplicably fitting for the undead.

Reading further, Lear’s spirit lifted.

This 2% of the Authority of the Undead is so easy to obtain?

This is absolutely fantastic news!!

In the Main Plane, sacrificing a million souls is no easy feat.

But in the Undead Plane... within a few months, dozens of armies could arise, wouldn’t a million souls be like child’s play?

After calming down, he looked intently at the Flesh Butcher.

"The God of Undead was jointly assaulted into slumber by the Master of Dark Crows and the Divine Abomination."

"There may be further developments, so you must act with caution."

"Additionally, sacrificing a million souls allows one to command a portion of the Authority of the Undead."

"Return to the Undead Plane immediately, declare war outwardly, and harvest souls!"

The Flesh Butcher’s body shuddered, suddenly bending.

The Great Sovereign indeed is as astonishing as ever, possessing even such intelligence!

The Two-headed Ogre Chief looked at the Flesh Butcher with envious eyes.

Mastering a portion of the Authority significantly increases the possibility of becoming a Divine Spirit in the future.

Regrettably, he’s just recently ascended to Extraordinary, and there’s still quite a distance to go to wield the Authority.

Moreover, the Authority of the Undead doesn’t suit him.

As a Two-headed Ogre, a being of flesh and blood, even having gained some mechanical limbs from the Ancient Goblin God’s transformation doesn’t relate him to the undead.

Unless he is willing to turn himself into an undead...

Betina watched Lear keenly, her emotions fluctuating constantly.

The Undead Plane indeed harbors endless opportunities...

Although death might come at any time, the higher the risk, the greater the reward. If one is unwilling to take any risk, on what basis can they enjoy the sweetest fruits?

As long as she works hard enough and shows the value she should, she believes Your Majesty won’t forget her.

After speaking, Lear wasted no time, instructing the three to immediately return to the Undead Plane.

Compared to Authority, nothing else matters.

Although he can enter the Undead Plane directly to assist the Flesh Butcher, an alien Divine Spirit entering there would easily be noticed.

The undead gods within are each more ferocious than the last, even if the Goddess of Misfortune descended, they wouldn’t cower.

He maximizes his value by staying behind the scenes.

The Flesh Butcher and the two others immediately returned to the City of Death, promptly assembling an army and setting out to launch annihilating battles against nearby major forces.

Gathering a mere million souls could be achieved in just a few battles...

The Undead Plane is both near and far from Weilu City, close enough to enter anytime, yet distant enough that whatever happens inside seems hard to impact the swamp.

Time swiftly passed, June 4th.

The Blacksmith Shop has undergone a second enhancement to its forge, a unique structure capable of providing two hundred forging slots simultaneously.

It enables the Frays to use the forge anytime for casting.

And with the Molten Giant Dragon joining, procedures like ore smelting and refined iron refining have been restructured.

The enhanced production efficiency is gradually becoming evident.

However, according to expectations, it might take a week of adaptation before unleashing full production capacity.

The impact of integrating the Molten Giant Dragon will continue to expand beyond this.

It’s not merely about boosting production efficiency.

More high-level castings can now be attempted.

With a near-endless power source, what can’t be accomplished with it?

Pure delight.

Amidst the busy scene, new intelligence suddenly arrived from the Original Plane... there has been significant progress in the excavation related to the God of Slaughter.

Lear was immediately invigorated.

The excavation of that Divine Spirit’s corpse has been ongoing for days.

However, no one knows how deeply buried that Divine Spirit is; currently, only the surface soil is being excavated.

Moreover, the other’s blood has completely soaked the soil, and the deeper the excavation, the more difficult it becomes.

The intense desire for slaughter makes the naturally timid and cowardly troglodytes become abnormally frenzied and irritable after prolonged digging.

They may even launch unprovoked attacks on their companions.

This drastically slows down the excavation speed.

No significant progress was made for several consecutive days.

At this moment, rare news arrived. With a slight shift in thought, he immediately detached from the vine body and inhabited the familiar Dark Night Hunter.

He opened his eyes; the sight reflects a mountain range.

Looking afar, a kilometer away, a large number of cavern dwellers are excavating a dark red mountain.

They have already dug to halfway up the mountain.

The dug-out soil is transported away by the Bubble Beasts in the sky.

Looking further towards the horizon, Crowned Eagle Horned Beast Knights are intensively patrolling, isolating any external prying.

Lear withdrew his gaze, turned to look beside him, and there was Isa.

Upon sensing the significant change in her aura, this Dark Night Elf leader immediately bowed with hand on chest.

"Your Majesty!"

Lear nodded.

"Any discoveries?"

Isa stood up and said solemnly.

"The cavern dwellers ahead reported... they’ve just found an arm."

"The aura it emits is calm, but approaching it instantly plunges one into madness, beyond rescue..."

An arm was found?

Lear was immediately intrigued.

"Take me to see it!"

Isa immediately responded, waved her hand, and two Crowned Eagle Horned Beasts spread their wings and landed, bowing low.

Lear’s mounts aren’t numerous, but each is fierce, not just ordinary bird steeds.

He mounted one in a swift motion and flew forward with Isa.

A kilometer was covered in a mere moment.

While it was indistinct from afar, approaching it clearly brought an engulfing, chilling aura.

A fierce desire for slaughter surged within Lear, as if he wanted to butcher every living thing around!

But sensing that strange emotion, he quickly inhaled deeply, restoring clarity in his gaze.

An unknown long-dead Divine Spirit left residual intimidation behind.

The busy cavern dwellers, unaware, continued to dig with intense focus.

But everyone’s expression seemed somewhat vacant; abnormalities were evident.

Seeing doubt in Lear’s eyes, Isa explained.

"Your Majesty, the cavern dwellers can’t resist the God of Slaughter’s temptation, so Swamp Boggarts use songs to bewitch their souls outside, enabling brief work."

Clever, fighting poison with poison, isn’t it?

If I bewitch you first, you cannot bewitch me.

Lear marveled.

"But doing this requires them to leave and switch roles every two hours."

"Although cumbersome, this is the lowest risk approach we’ve found so far."

Lear nodded.

"Very well done... Where is that arm?"

Isa indicated an unapproached corner, where the dark red soil piled into a small mountain but wasn’t cleaned by the Bubble Beasts.

The cavern dwellers skirted around it, making it remarkably peaceful on the busy site.

"Please look, it’s over there..."

Lear waved, signaling Isa to wait, dismounting from the Crowned Eagle Horned Beast and strode forward.

Treading on the dark red soil, he could distinctly sense the attached unusual energy strands.

They were the God of Slaughter’s dispersed aura; contact with them would turn one into a monster driven solely by slaughter.

Slaughter provides the God of Slaughter the sustenance needed.

If a massacre of tens of thousands occurred nearby, the God of Slaughter might resurrect and return from death.

Immortal creatures wielding authority possess unimaginable power.

Lear left the chaotic soft ground and reached the target.

Standing on the dark red soil mound, he looked down.

There lay a pale, amputated arm partially revealed from the earth, the other part still buried.

The arm was severed from the shoulder joint.

Unexpectedly, the aura it exuded wasn’t the God of Slaughter’s but of a new entity.

Focusing on sensing briefly, a word emerged in his mind... Master of Madness!

This arm belonged to an Evil God’s arm!

Lear’s curiosity surged strongly.

Eyes fixed on the ground.

Could it be, buried below wasn’t just the God of Slaughter himself?

But also his enemies who fought and killed him?

Thinking of this made his heart race... If true, this could be quite lucrative.