The next day, at the break of dawn when one could barely see their fingers, Lear got up to gather the army.

At noon on August 17th, a group of wandering Wetland Lizard-men would pass through from 20 kilometers to the west, holding the forbidden formula for cultivating the Lizard-man's unique unit—Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Intel value—2 Stars.

Today's intelligence was time-sensitive... Miss it, and it might be impossible to track them down.

The 20-kilometer journey in the swamp wasn't short, so setting off early provided ample preparation space.

Once the army was assembled, they set off immediately, with a dark swarm of Mire Wasps hovering in the sky as vanguard.

The marching speed was swift; within just two hours, they had covered over ten kilometers.

The sky brightened, the sun's silhouette flickered on the horizon, and the clouds gradually illuminated.

Suddenly, a group of Mire Wasps returned from the front, their wings buzzing intensely, conveying an emotion—enemy sighted ahead!

These flying creatures had gradually replaced Wetland Lizard-men as the primary scouts.

Lear's eyes narrowed, and he promptly regrouped the army to investigate.

After advancing a few hundred meters, their footsteps slowed cautiously as they parted the leaves ahead, revealing a group of peculiar beings to their sight.

They were tall and robust, with coarse gray skin and layers of fat hanging like rings around their bodies, forming tire-like piles.

With small eyes and wide mouths resembling squares, their limbs were short and stout.

Mud Hippo-men, Level 6, Potential 2 Stars.

At this moment, about forty Mud Hippo-men gathered together in the muddy water, raising their short, thick arms in unison, shouting something wildly.

Each held a piece of white bone in their hands.

Their expressions were frenzied.

Woo! Woo!

Woo! Woo!

After a series of calls, suddenly, the white bones in their hands emitted a dim light.

Like a demon peering out of the Abyss, the air was filled with a chilling evil aura.

Enveloping everyone within.

The next moment.

The evil surged into the Mud Hippo-men's bodies, their auras wildly intensifying.

Their gaze turned vicious, the aura they emitted grew darker.

A word suddenly surfaced in Lear's mind... Evil God Ritual.

Existing in the Bottomless Abyss and unknown Dimension Planes, the Evil Gods, holding dominion over sinister paths, constantly spied upon the bountiful Main Plane.

Even the large cities under strict Church control couldn't escape infiltration.

The Wilderness, free from Church influence, became a hotspot for Evil God followers.

In the law-of-the-jungle-ed Wilderness, one must have enough strength to survive.

But unfortunately, most people are merely prey.

And the ever-spying Evil Gods on the Main Plane could directly bestow power upon their followers and immediately respond to their prayers, almost satisfying their every desire.

Though the price is—corruption and downfall.

But if living seems hopeless, isn't downfall a sort of rebirth?!

Lear could faintly sense the evil aura emanating from the void, gazing from afar, an incredibly distant stare.

It was a gaze probing from an unknown land far removed from the Main Plane.

In a brief moment, the Mud Hippo-men's ritual was completed, and a new status bar appeared on their panel.

Corruption Progress: 20%.

The evil gaze vanished without a trace at this moment.

If they continued their rituals, these Hippo-men would soon be utterly corrupted.

He was somewhat curious, what would complete downfall look like?

However, daring to entangle with Evil Gods, there was no way they would be allowed to live.

The right hand raised, waving slightly.

"Aite... leave two alive, the rest, it doesn't matter if they live or die."

The Two-headed Giant Chief by his side tightened his grip on the robust Wolf Fang Club and charged forward with a sinister grin.

The Mud Hippo-men were still immersed in the excitement of being watched by an Evil God.

Seeing the Two-headed Giant Chief suddenly emerge from the woods, they were first startled, then furious.

Bastards dared to interrupt their worship of the True God!

The front seven or eight charged in rage, seeing the Wolf Fang Club coming down, they raised their hands to try to catch it.

The Two-headed Giant Chief felt humiliated seeing this, his arm muscles bulged high, and his strength erupted again.

Boom~

The Wolf Fang Club struck the grasping hand, crack~ shattering it instantly, leaving it mangled and bloody.

The force did not diminish, smashing towards the opponent's head, causing bones and flesh to explode instantly, spraying everywhere.

Evil God followers?

Even the progeny of an Evil God must die!

The Two-headed Giant Chief, nearly three meters tall and at Level 11, resembled a War God!

The four squads of Mud Hippo-men stood like children against a rampaging rhino, unable to stop it.

The Wolf Fang Club whistling through the air, touched meant death, and close meant injury.

In the end, he alone smashed all four squads of Mud Hippo-men to pieces!

Covered in blood and mud, he looked like a demon emerging from the depths of a swamp.

Lear silently watched this scene.

Since enslaving the opponent, he hadn't truly understood this ogre's combat power.

Seeing the situation stabilized, he felt assured.

Unlike the Wetland Lizard-men who possessed both skill and strength, the Two-headed Giant Chief relied more on overwhelming brute force to crush opponents.

But reaching nearly 3 meters tall also gave him this confidence.

This was a ferocious Hero, suited for leading charges and tearing apart enemy formations.

After making a precise evaluation, Lear waved his hand, signaling the Wetland Lizard-men to clean up the battlefield and gather the remains.

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