Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

Hundreds of wetland angels simultaneously raised their moss-covered swords.

In an instant, a moss-green power spread out from them like a tide.

The hard stone slabs of the square instantly became muddy and slippery, and tenacious vines broke through the soil and grew wildly, turning the entire square into a swampy arena that was extremely advantageous to them.

Almost at the same moment, two hundred figures with violent and primal auras rushed out from the huge wild temple in the center of the square.

The ultimate unit of the Wild Gods – the Wild Angel!
These angels had fierce and ferocious appearances.

Its body retains some of the form of an angel, but is more of a fusion with various wild beasts.

Moreover, they are not the same.

Some have the heads and talons of eagles, others have the bodies and manes of giant bears, and still others have fleshy wings like bats on their backs.

The only thing they had in common was that their eyes burned with a bloodthirsty red light, and their bodies radiated pure savagery and a desire to kill.

Without uttering a single extra word, the wild angel let out a deafening roar.

Like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage, it made no attempt to form a battle formation and pounced madly on the wetland angel in the sky!
The clash of these ultimate units erupted instantly!
"Judgement!"

As the enemy drew near, the wetland angels on the outermost edge of the battle formation raised their sharp swords in unison.

The Swamp Trial!

Hundreds of moss-covered battle swords, formed from divine power, materialized in the sky and descended with deadly force.

Precisely lock onto those fierce, charging wild angels.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

The wild angel's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge, but he felt that his aura had been completely locked down!
There's no way to escape!
Guaranteed to win?!
Terrified, the moss-covered sword pierced through the void.

puff~
The sounds of longswords piercing bodies echoed one after another.

Although the wild angels are powerful, they are no match for this ultimate skill that is almost a rule-based attack.

Most of the wild angels had their heads pierced directly, and their souls were instantly severely damaged.

But in the midst of intense pain, the wild angel went mad, its body slamming violently together, its beastly parts radiating a wild aura, and it charged directly into the ranks of the wetland angels despite its wounds.

Close-quarters combat!

The wetland angels are powerful, but these wild angels are by no means weak!
Wild Breath - When enraged, grants immunity to pain for 10 minutes and reduces damage taken by 99%.

The second and third rounds of the swamp trial followed one after another.

However, the Wild Angel's unique ability to resist the attack prevented it from having an execution effect.

However, in close combat, the Wetland Angel immediately unleashed the power of the Swamp card.

Even if the opponent has a terrifying talent that can make them immune to 99% of damage, they are still being suppressed and beaten!
If I can't kill you within 10 minutes, what about after 10 minutes?

Under the watchful eyes of all the armies in the great city of Wildheart, the Wetland Angels and the Wild Angels engaged in a most frenzied battle.

The aftershocks of the battle spread from the sky to the earth.

The buildings surrounding the square were easily destroyed as they collided with each other, like piles of mud.

In less than ten minutes, it had been reduced to ruins.

It doesn't look much better than a scene from the apocalypse.

However, the warriors below were completely unable to intervene in the clashes and battles between the ultimate units.

If a ranged archer tries to attack, the arrow will be easily bounced off the wetland angel after it hits it.

It's impossible to cause any real harm.

The heavy siege crossbow could not be turned around in a short time due to the firing angle.

The effect of hundreds of thousands of troops is almost negligible.

The only thing that could help was the falcon rider in the sky.

The Beastman leader, as if grasping at a lifeline, immediately ordered the Falcon Knights to cooperate with the Wild Angels in the attack.

These tens of thousands of Falcon Riders must be able to play a significant role, right?

Under the hopeful gaze of everyone.

Tens of thousands of Falcon Riders roared and charged forward.

He drew his bow rapidly, arrows whistling through the air, aimed at the Wetland Angel.

But it's almost the same height as the ground. It's useless, completely useless.

Even if the shot hits the opponent, it will be blocked; if it isn't blocked, the opponent won't be injured.
With a death wish, he charged straight in for close combat.

But the wetland angel didn't even glance at it, and swung its battle sword.

stab~
Terrifying sword energies erupted in a fan shape forward.

It pierced through the sky in an instant.

The dense falcon riders were like straw being harvested by a scythe, all torn to pieces.

Swamp Explosion - Instantly unleashes ten sword energies, forming a fan shape that covers a 100-meter diameter area in front, severing all life.

These flying units, which the Wild Pantheon was so proud of, suffered heavy casualties before they even got close to the Wetland Angels.

Finally, the long ten minutes were over.

The wild and fierce aura emanating from the Wild Angel vanished abruptly. Sensing this, the Wetland Angel did not hesitate, and the moss-covered battle blade in its hand shone with endless light.

The next moment, hundreds of moss-covered battle swords condensed in the sky once again!
Call ~
The battle sword tore through the void, piercing directly through the wild angel below.

This time, there was no immunity to damage.

puff~
The wild angel, severely injured in the ten-minute battle, couldn't withstand even one round!
Their souls were all annihilated.

Execute on the spot!

Amid the stunned gazes of hundreds of thousands, the wild angel plummeted from the sky, crashing into the rubble and ruins.

No one was left standing.

Having eliminated the only danger, the Wetland Angel directly occupied the spatial rift.

Then look down at the earth.

At this moment, the army within the Wildheart felt a chill run through their bodies.

Their greatest asset is gone.

A feeling of being a lamb to the slaughter washed over me.

On the city wall, the once confident beastman leader trembled involuntarily upon seeing this scene.

A tingling, numb sensation surged from the soles of my feet to my head, and my ears were ringing.

I want to say something, but I feel like I can't say anything at all.

I wanted to do something, but seeing those hundreds of majestic figures in the sky, I felt that everything I did would be in vain.

Despair, helplessness, and pain—the emotions in my heart suddenly plummeted to rock bottom.

Just then, the angels in the sky moved.
Without any hesitation, they flew out with their moss-covered battle blades, attacking the Falcon Knights above Wildheart in the most direct way!
A wolf among sheep!

In an instant, a cloud of corpse fragments exploded, and a terrifying rain of blood fell from the sky.

"Help! Help!"

"No matter the cost, we must contact the Lord immediately!! Immediately!!!"

The Beastman commander turned around abruptly and roared hysterically at the black-robed priest beside him.

The pressure he was under was driving him to the brink of collapse, and at that moment, he could only instinctively vent his anger with a roar.

The black-robed priest was dumbfounded.

He never expected that the enemy would suddenly make such a move during the battle!

The enemy has already penetrated to the heart of the city; this seemingly impregnable defense is now a joke.

Without the aid of new forces, that wild heart will become a dead land!
Those angels from the swamp will utterly destroy this city!
"I'll go!"

The black-robed priest turned abruptly and vanished from the city wall in the blink of an eye.

Watching the other person's departing figure, the Beastman Commander felt no sense of security whatsoever.

Instead, my heart sank deeper and deeper, as if it were constantly falling into an abyss.

Looking up at the Falcon Knights being slaughtered indiscriminately in the sky, those level 15 flying units, who usually swaggered around and looked down on everyone, were now a formidable force.

But at this moment, he couldn't even block a single strike from the opponent.

Tens of thousands of people simply cannot hold out for long.

Breathing rapidly, he looked again at the Wetland Angel, who had already taken control of the spatial rift connecting the main plane.

He issued a tyrannical order.

"All troops, attack! Attack!!"

"For the great Wildness and the Star Gods! For the Wild Gods!!"

"Death is merely a return to the kingdom of my God!"

"The most heroic warrior will attain eternal life within the kingdom of our god!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The power of faith is boundless.

The soldiers inside the city suddenly raised their heads, suppressing the despair and fear in their hearts.

With a roar, it attacked the wetland angel.

Moreover, not to mention that the Wildness and the Star Gods are constantly watching over this place.

Cowardice is the most despised trait in the Wild Gods. There are only warriors who die standing up, not cowards who retreat!

The army formed a mighty torrent, charging forward fearlessly.

The wetland angels watched this scene with calm and indifferent eyes.

He raised his moss-covered battle blade and swung it down suddenly.

A series of sword energies erupted, covering an area of ​​dozens of meters in front.

Wherever it went, all the level 15 units were shredded.

After death, the body will explode a second time.

Wetland Sword Aura – A longsword unleashes a mossy sword aura extending 60 meters in diameter, capable of severing all life in its path.

After killing an enemy, their corpse will explode, splattering large patches of moss that will scorch nearby life.

The power of the ultimate unit is beyond the imagination of level 15 creatures.

The difference in levels alone exceeds 5 levels. Moreover, after level 15, the combat power increases exponentially with each level increase.

Just then, the leading wetland angel suddenly raised the moss-covered battle sword in his hand and pointed it at the spatial rift.

"Destroy this crack first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wetland angels around him stopped, turned around, approached the crack, and raised their battle swords.

The next moment, streams of pure and pristine swamp power surged forth, like rivers converging into the sea, all gathering together to envelop the spatial rift.

Eeya~ Click~
The spatial rift trembled incessantly under the suppression of the terrifying power.

Without anyone to provide it with support, it can only be eroded little by little.

Large, fine cracks appeared all around, and after reaching its limit—crack!
boom!
The spatial rift suddenly shattered and collapsed, completely severing the connection with the main plane.

From this moment on, all the armies of the Wild Gods in the primordial plane became like kites with broken strings, receiving no support whatsoever.

"Do not!!"

The Beastman leader felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene.

The suppressed fear within him nearly drove him to a breakdown.

But the roars of the weak only make them a laughingstock.

No one cared about the Beastman leader's thoughts. The Wetland Angel, having done all this, turned around.

His cold gaze fell upon the savage pantheon that surged forward like a tidal wave.

The sword was swung once more.

Cutting grass, grinding meat, slaughtering—all descriptions of killing can be used to describe this moment.

The wetland angel transformed into the Grim Reaper, beginning to reap the enemy army with the most powerful and domineering attitude.

At the same time, some of them directly stormed from the city center to the edge of the city wall.

Then unleash your full power!

A large section of the towering city wall was sheared off, and the sturdy gate, locked with steel, was smashed to pieces.

The city gate is wide open!

At this moment, the army on the walls of Wildheart saw the army stationed a kilometer away and slowly began to move.

In just a few breaths, that torrent of steel rolled down like a boulder falling from a mountain.

The earth trembled, and the sky wailed.

The terrifying sense of oppression from a kilometer away was enough to make them feel almost suffocated.

Attack from both inside and outside!

The trend is over!

The Beastman leader stared blankly at the scene, his spirit completely shattered.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers will perish here, and he will also lose the passage to the main plane.

Other warriors may return to the realm of the Wild and the Star Gods after they die in battle.

But he alone will be subjected to the most severe punishment.

Even death cannot be avoided!

His heart trembled at the thought of the wildness and the ways of the gods of the stars.

Driven to desperation, he suddenly raised his sword and roared madly in front of his companions.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!! We'll die on the charge!"

With that, he leaped off the city wall and charged towards the steel torrent ahead.

Only by giving it your all might you receive some pity after death, though the chances are incredibly slim.

The surrounding troops gasped in surprise, but quickly fell silent.

The army of 100,000 cold-blooded cavalrymen stretched like an endless torrent to the horizon.

The lizardman's cold, amber eyes reflected the magnificent city before him, which at this moment seemed utterly isolated.

A chilling, almost tangible killing intent gathered above the army formation, even distorting the light in the sky.

On the flank of the army formation, the Night Hunter Legion followed closely behind, their longbows already nocked with poisoned arrows.

Higher in the sky, the Crowned Gryphon Riders, after joining the battle, quickly gained dominance in coordination with the Wetland Angels.

Twenty thousand knights circled around, blocking out the light, their sharp eyes surveying every corner of the city walls.

Any enemy that poses a threat to the army will be hunted down and killed immediately.

The arrow tower built on the mountain has now been destroyed.

Faced with this devastating force, a deathly silence and despair descended upon the walls of Wildheart.

It was especially heart-wrenching to see the Beastman leader charge into the enemy army like an idiot and be instantly trampled into mincemeat.

The impact of the cold-blooded cavalry was in no way inferior to that of the wetland angels ravaging the city.

It was this army that stopped the God's attack.

"Fire arrows!"

Some of the more resolute warriors on the city wall still wanted to put up a desperate resistance.

However, after the arrows were shot, they only made a clanging sound and could not cause any damage.

Amidst the despairing gazes of everyone, the torrent of steel, with unstoppable momentum, roared in through the opened city gates.

Wildheart, the city personally named by the gods, the central city of the Wild God pantheon in the primordial plane, is now completely engulfed by the shadow of apocalypse. (End of Chapter)