Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

Inside the city, hundreds of wetland angels wreaked havoc with impunity, easily slaughtering the wild pantheon army.

Outside the city, tens of thousands of swamp troops had already stormed in, and with their combined efforts from inside and outside, they instantly broke through Wildheart's defenses.

The situation has reversed.

The soldiers on the city wall watched helplessly as the cold-blooded cavalry charged in, unsure of how to retaliate.

The section of the city wall above the city gate has been cleaned by the wetland angels, making it impossible to attack from above.

Everyone now clearly understood what it meant to be powerless to reverse the situation.

In the sky, the Falcon Knight, surrounded by the Crown Eaglehorn Knight and the Wetland Angel, gradually reached its end.

With the ultimate troops in front and the heavily armed Crowned Gryphon Knights behind, what can they possibly do against them?
The last Falcon Riders were slaughtered, and the sky was completely cleared.

The Crowned Gryphon Riders didn't delay, quickly descending and beginning to use air superiority to influence the battlefield.

The already disadvantaged wild pantheon army was now filled with unease, not only facing fierce, cold-blooded cavalry and wetland angels, but also constantly worried about arrows overhead.

With the loss of leadership, even if faith holds them together, how can a bunch of headless flies stir up any waves?
Lear noticed the change in the battlefield situation and immediately gave orders.

"Isani".

"Your Majesty, I await your command."

"Clear the area."

"As you wish!"

As Isani's cold voice fell, she immediately urged the swamp giant stag she was riding, leading the Night Hunter towards the city that had been completely thrown into chaos.

The real Grim Reaper has entered the arena.

After the cold-blooded cavalry stormed into the city, some of them circled around the city wall from the rear and cleared it out with the most ferocious force.

The city walls were filled with elite troops, but even a level 15 soldier couldn't make a dent against the fully armed, cold-blooded cavalry whose hidden attributes had reached level 18 and who had undergone several enhancements.

After the city walls were under their control, the Night Hunters, led by Isani, stormed the walls one by one.

From this vantage point, the view is extremely expansive, and with the Night Hunter's firing range exceeding 500 meters, the area behind the city walls where the enemy forces are most concentrated is completely covered.

The meteor bow began to be drawn rapidly.

Arrows whistled through the air, piercing the vital points of the wild pantheon army ahead.

Every time the longbow is drawn, there is a harvest.

With an extravagant supply of arrows, there's no need to worry about running out.

Its slaughter efficiency is several times higher than that of the Crowned Gryphon Rider!
Tens of thousands of Night Hunters became snipers, making killing exceptionally easy.

Although the army of the wild gods lost the protection of the city walls, they did not give up the fight.

They also used the familiar streets to form small charging formations, attempting to use mounted archery and lances to outrun the footsteps of the cold-blooded cavalry.

However, in the narrow streets, their much-vaunted mobility became their biggest constraint.

They became the perfect target for the Night Elves.

call out!call out!call out!
There were no orders, no shouts, only a silent rain of death.

After breaking through the area near the city walls, the streets suddenly widened, and the cold-blooded cavalry once again displayed their prowess.

On a main road seventy or eighty meters wide, a centaur legion of several thousand men is attempting a final charge on the other side of the road.

They raised their spears high, chanting the names of the gods, their horses' hooves thundering.

The cold-blooded cavalrymen, seeing this, actually showed some delight. The two foremost squadrons formed a line and charged straight forward.

The two cavalry units marched towards each other at a speed as fast as a rain of arrows.

They collided on the street in just a few breaths.

Click~
puff~
Blood exploded instantly, and the centaurs were smashed and crushed. The cold-blooded cavalry was like a heavy tank, crushing everything in its path!
Iron hooves trampled blood.

They slashed through the street with the most domineering attitude.

Looking back, all that remained was a mass of minced meat and blood, the pungent stench making it hard to breathe.

Caught between a pincer movement and attacked from both sides, the command system was paralyzed, and reinforcements were cut off.
The resistance of the wild heart collapsed completely in less than two hours.

What followed was a massive battle royale within the city!

In the third hour, after the last organized stag cavalry legion was completely annihilated in front of the temple in the central square, this city belonging to the wild pantheon welcomed its new master!
The remaining resistance within the city proved insignificant before the cold blades of the Swamp God Clan army.

Large numbers of centaur and bear warriors chose to commit suicide in despair, and the vast city was devoid of any surrendered warriors.

The power of faith is enough to move anyone.

Once Isani was certain the situation was under control, she immediately arranged for people to take over the city.

Some of the prisoners who were not killed were gathered together and put under guard, the supplies in the warehouse were inventoried and stored, and important strategic locations were heavily guarded.

The city quickly returned to quiet after a brief but bloody war.

Only the bloody remains scattered everywhere told the story of the horror that had just occurred.

Ignoring these minor issues, Lear rode the Swamp Giant Horned Deer King, treading the crimson streets, and slowly arrived at the central square.

At this moment, the wetland angels roam in mid-air, their eyes like lightning, scanning the earth and nipping any danger in the bud.

Its fierce aura gives people a strong sense of security.

Ignoring everything else, his gaze fell upon his destination—the towering, wild temple.

Its exterior walls are decorated with reliefs of various ferocious beasts, giving it a wild feel.

The gates were open, revealing a majestic statue standing inside the temple.

Eagle's head, tiger's body, lion's paws, ox's hooves, leopard'
A strange yet harmonious feeling washed over me.

God of the Wild and the Stars!

This was the first time he had seen the other party's statue, and he hadn't expected it to look so abstract.

But appearance is insignificant; he can clearly feel the wildness and immense divine power of the star god as he gets closer.

The real spoils are right here!
Lear's mood instantly soared.

Slowly approach the Wild Temple.

This time, there was no danger warning.

Certain in my heart.

After passing through the open gate, the temple's details were reflected in my pupils.

The interior is not decorated with gold and glitter, but rather resembles a primitive and sacred natural cave.

The ground was a rough, unpolished stone slab, covered with moss that shimmered naturally.

The towering dome was not a physical structure, but a deep starry sky simulated by divine power, in which countless stars slowly rotated, emitting a cool and mysterious radiance.

Behind the statue of the Wild God and the Star God stands a huge altar.

The altar was carved from a single black boulder, covered with intricate totems, half depicting galloping, roaring beasts and the other half representing the mysterious starry sky.

Above the altar, a ball of light that constantly changes shape floats, giving people a sense of sacredness and inviolability.

Gazing intently, it's like seeing the starry night sky, vast and boundless, captivating the viewer.

This is the power left in this plane by the Wild God and the Star God, and it is also the key to the entire temple.

At this moment, the light of this ball of light appeared somewhat dim, clearly affected by the fact that its owner had been away for a long time.

But the power of the rules contained within is still as vast as the sea.

Lear took a deep breath, stepped forward to the altar, and slowly extended his right hand, gently placing his palm on the sphere of light. A soft, cotton-like sensation came over him. With a thought, he slowly closed his eyes and probed into it with his divine sense, which had become incredibly sharp after absorbing the Golden Law.

boom--

In an instant, it was as if two completely different worlds exploded in Lear's mind.

A torrent of pure, primal concepts about the most primitive state of life poured into my soul.

A series of unique images flashed through my mind: a lone wolf hunting on the snowy plains, every movement of its being filled with the most primal desire for survival, its muscles, bones, and senses all evolved to the extreme for hunting and fighting.

Lear sensed that patience in lurking, the explosive power in a pounce, and the resilience in licking one's wounds after being injured.

He then saw a primeval forest that had never been set foot in by any civilization. Towering trees grew wildly, blocking out the sun.

Thick vines coiled around like giant pythons, strangling and killing any of their kind that dared to block their absorption of sunlight.

The underground mycelial network is silently undergoing a cycle of decomposition and regeneration.

There is no good or evil, no morality, only the cruelest and most direct survival of the fittest.

A wild, unrestrained, and unbridled life force surged through his soul.

The so-called wild authority is not simply about controlling wild beasts, but about controlling the power of life to return to its ancestral origins.

It is about stripping away the shell of civilization, reason, and order, returning to the most powerful, purest, and most natural form of combat.

Lear's mind raced; he thought of his swamp gods and cold-blooded cavalry.

He had a gut feeling that if this vibrant wildness could be integrated into their bloodline, it would greatly enhance their combat effectiveness.

These lives were born in the wilderness and swamps; wildness is their very nature.

Just then, the wild aura gradually dissipated, and a completely different feeling surged into his soul.

Lear's consciousness seemed to have detached from his body and arrived in the endless universe.

Countless twinkling stars appeared in my mind, slowly flowing in the vast and boundless starry sky along an unchanging trajectory.

Time seems to stand still here.

A year, a decade, or even a century here is but a blink of an eye.

The life in the starry sky far exceeds the limits that ordinary life can measure and compare.

Even gods who are said to be immortal cannot outlive the stars.
The countless stars pull at each other, their light spanning billions of years of time and space, together forming a vast and invisible web of rules.

At that moment, the Golden Rule in his mind suddenly began to burn faster.

Streams of pure energy flowed into Lear's soul.

Lear's heart skipped a beat, and a peculiar feeling welled up inside him.

He suddenly concentrated his mental energy and began to try to invade that vast and boundless void.

Originally, he couldn't have done this with his own strength, but with the support of the Golden Law, his mental power surged like a tide.

They stood firmly in the starry sky.

Then, like ink dripping into clear water, it began to spread rapidly.

With each glimpse of the starry sky he occupies, Lear gains a deeper understanding.

When the mental energy expanded to one-tenth of its range, suddenly, a terrifying wave surged across that starry sky.

It's like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, splashing up large sprays and ripples.

"Who dares to covet my power?!"

A furious and irritable voice rang out from above the starry sky.

The next moment, the starry sky rose up, directly condensing the phantom of wildness and the gods of the stars.

The countless stars transformed into divine bodies, and one could still see the stars twinkling.

This scene was quite breathtaking.

The sharp eagle head seemed to have seen through the void at this moment. After a brief hesitation, it instantly became like a firecracker that had been lit.

It exploded directly!

"Damn swamp bastard!!! You're actually devouring my authority?!"

The voice was sharp and piercing, because he was so angry that he had completely lost his mind.

"You deserve to die, you deserve to die!!!"

Suddenly, black mist appeared in the amber eyes of the God of Wildness and Stars, and an indescribable evil aura spread through the starry sky.

He's practically driven mad with hatred!

They had initially thought that sending troops to infiltrate the Longthorn Mountains to attack Catanaro would be an easy journey.

Unexpectedly, their plan to ambush and kill the Goddess of Misfortune was leaked, leading to the slaying of the Goddess of Flame and Reignition.

He personally led an army of millions, but failed to conquer the swamp city, and even lost his most powerful general, the centaur god, in the process.

In the end, the war ended with the deaths of two gods and the loss of hundreds of soldiers, and not a single plan was realized!
The cost of this defeat was too high; to atone for his sins, he had to lead the entire Wild God pantheon into the abyss.
If he doesn't do it, someone will have to bear the consequences of his mistakes, and he has no chance of surviving.

A being lurking in the abyss, whose demise can be caused by a single glance.
Thinking of this, he felt both hatred and anger, but seeing that one-tenth of his power had already been eroded, he became excited again.

"Bastard, I never had a chance to kill you before, but now you've come to me willingly."

Seizing the authority of other gods is both incredibly complex and incredibly simple. It's complex because it's extremely difficult, and almost impossible to do without the other god's demise.

The simple thing is that as long as you are stronger than the other party in every aspect, even if the other party has complete control over the power, you can forcibly take it away!
But what rank is this swamp bastard?
Only moderate divine power!

How could someone with such powerful divine strength be crushed by someone with only average divine strength?

Moreover, gods who wield power have a greater advantage. If someone like Lear directly invades, they will face the crushing force of Lear's mobilization of power.

With favorable timing, location, and human factors all in the hands of the defender, what can the intruder use to win?

This is completely an adult bullying a three-year-old child.

It's not a competition between two teams of the same caliber.

Upon realizing this, the Wildness and the God of Stars showed no mercy, directly mobilizing the power of their authority to crush them.

Their souls must be completely annihilated.

Even if you can't kill the opponent, as long as their soul is shattered, they will lose most of their life.

Given this situation, having suffered such a severe blow, how long can it survive?
This kind of injury doesn't heal in a few days; it takes years!

In the height of emotion, power surges and swells.

However, the expected scene of easily crushing the enemy did not appear. Instead, the power that occupied one-tenth of the starry sky grew against the wind.

It actually resisted his power and continued to erode.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in the heart of the Wild God and the Stars.

That damn swamp bastard... why is he so difficult to deal with?

He mustered all his strength and unleashed his power, but what he saw before him was unbelievable, and in the end, he even felt a sense of despair.

After he mobilized the power of the stars to suppress them, the enemy actually accelerated the rate of erosion!

Moreover, the degree of erosion has gradually reached half!

He felt his own power rapidly waning, while the opponent's aura was growing exponentially.

Its soul is like ten thousand mighty rivers roaring, it can never be completely exhausted!!
What the hell is he doing? How could he possibly possess such immense soul energy?
Impossible, impossible!!! (End of Chapter)