Even in death, drag a few along to hell!!

With a roar, he charged forward.

But just as he was locked in combat with another Plague Fly, he felt a warm energy surge into his body.

The wound on his abdomen began to heal at an astonishing rate.

Simultaneously, the venom from the Plague Fly was forcefully suppressed.

What is this?

Amidst his confusion, even greater strength erupted within him. A life for a life, after killing the enemy in front of him again, he quickly turned his head to look.

Through the gaps in the crowd, a majestic figure with an extraordinary bearing and eyes deep as the starry sky was watching the battlefield.

Their gaze filled with encouragement and admiration.

Sovereign?!

He knows the Healing Technique?!

This newly joined Wetland Lizard-man's heart trembled. In the past, wandering and fighting in the wilderness, he'd never had such treatment.

Feeling his strength quickly recovering, he roared and charged back into the fray.

This time, with more crazed intensity than before.

Because no longer was his back empty; he now had someone to rely on!

Though Lear didn't join the frontline battle, his role was irreplaceable.

As soon as there was damage on the front lines, he would immediately cast Swamp Blessing.

After leveling up, his Magic Power soared to 1200 points, allowing him to cast forty consecutive times without stopping.

Additionally, after reaching level 7, the rate of Magic Power recovery increased, restoring over 300 points per minute.

Enough for him to cast Swamp Blessing ten times.

In this way, single-handedly, he forcefully nursed back many severely injured or fatally wounded Wetland Lizard-men.

He single-handedly upheld the entire battle line.

Meanwhile, the Bubble Beasts and Swamp Boggarts assembled and rushed over from the rear.

The Bubble Beasts acted first, blowing each bubble and furiously compressing air to form Bubble Bombs.

Then drawing long arcs in the air, they fell onto the enemy.

Boom~

Violently exploded in the enemy center.

The airwave was fierce, lifting a large swath of earth.

Though the Plague Flies were resilient, the bubbles couldn't directly kill them.

However, the explosions disrupted their formation and attack rhythm.

Allowing the Wetland Lizardman Warriors to respond more calmly.

Beside them, the Swamp Boggarts began to hum softly.

The powerful temptation left the Plague Flies on the field momentarily dazed, but they broke free with a breath, resuming their frenzied killing.

Covered by the Demigod Will, they had high resistance to the Boggarts' song.

A level 7 Swamp Boggart couldn't break through the Demigod's barrier yet.

Lear, seeing this, immediately spoke.

"Mar, target the fierce fighting areas, focus your magic power, and make them fall into illusions at critical moments…"

The Swamp Boggart, hearing this, immediately shifted their fighting style, humming a tune as soon as they noticed an area where the Plague Fly attack was fierce.

After narrowing the range, the opponent's sluggishness extended to two breaths.

Although it was still short, it was enough for the Wetland Lizard-men to turn the tide.

On a battlefield, a momentary pause could be deadly!

And at this moment, the anger, unwillingness, cruelty, madness, and other emotions that accompanied the battle surged toward the Swamp Boggarts like waves.

Although not as clear and easy to digest as during theatrical performances, the sheer volume satiated them greatly.

The aura around them rapidly increased…

As the battle reached a fever pitch, countless Plague Flies continued to swarm from the bushes in the rear.

Too many, far too many.

The human wave tactic was exploited to its fullest.

Buzzing~

At this moment, a more terrifying sound of flapping wings arose in the sky.

The ferociously attacking Plague Flies looked up only to see an endless black frenzy surging from above.

Fist-sized Mire Wasps with menacing stingers... finally arrived on the battlefield.

Over sixty thousand strong, forming a terrifying insect swarm.

In mid-air, like arrows, darting madly downward.

Whizz whizz whizz~

Thud~

At high speed, the ten-centimeter long stingers like steel needles viciously stabbed into the Plague Flies.

These monsters, also with stingers, able to secrete venom and carry pathogens, lacked the pain-immunity traits of the Wetland Lizardmen.

The venom penetrating the body and exploding with soul-deep agony, felt like a mixer stirring flesh and blood inside.

The pain drove the Plague Flies into a frenzy, fiercely wielding their stingers, biting with their mouths.

Attempting to retaliate.

Though the Mire Wasps had a high level, they were fragile and small-sized, dying instantly when attacked.

The casualties quickly surged.

Yet the vast numbers rendered these losses insignificant to the swarm.

Lacking proper means of countering, the Plague Flies could only rage impotently against these inbound fast-moving beings.

Most fatally, the Wetland Lizardman Warriors wouldn't let them off the hook against the Mire Wasps.

Unleashing even fiercer attacks.

Forcing the Plague Flies into retreat step by step.

Under the joint efforts of the Mire Wasps, Wetland Lizard-men, Bubble Beasts, and Swamp Boggarts.

These dark forces spontaneously launched by the Demigod were swiftly eliminated.

The battlefield turned into a high-speed Meat Grinder, shredding the enemies to pieces.

These insects were truly cruel and crazed, continuing their charge even when utterly defeated.

Without a trace of fear in their eyes.

The Plague Fly numbers rapidly dwindled to under a hundred.

Just as Lear was about to annihilate them entirely, from behind came the third wail.

"Insects, My God's immortal Will cannot be defied by you… all of you should die!"

A heavy and crazed voice infiltrated their minds, unintelligible yet clearly understood.

Thud~

Four or five Wetland Lizard-men near the bushes were violently struck by a tremendous force at the front.

Like stones struck by a stick, their bodies were flung twenty or thirty meters before crashing down hard.

Bam~ splattering mud and flesh everywhere.

Upon focused observation, they bled from seven orifices, their breathing abruptly ceased.

Lear swiftly turned his head to look.

A terrifying creature standing over 3.5 meters tall, its Fly wings madly flapping keeping it twenty centimeters off the ground appeared before his eyes.

It moved upright, yet twistedly bizarre, its body exuding a pale green energy.

Its head was that of a fly with crimson compound eyes filled with madness and brutality.

Plague Fly General

Level: 12, Potential: 3 Stars, Racial Talent

Skills: Tearing Bite

Swamp Blessing

Healing Technique

Brutality

Evaluation: Sovereign

Here was an enemy, too strong.

The Two-headed Giant Chief Aite now focused both heads sharply on that ferocious Plague Fly General.

Eyes full of fury, discontent, cruelty, madness… and so on surged toward the Swamp Boggart like a tide.

Although not as clear and easy to digest as during theatrical performances, it greatly satisfied them.

The aura around them quickly increased...

The number of Plague Flies rapidly declined to under a hundred.

In a combative frenzy, countless Plague Flies still swarmed densely from the bushes at the rear.

But this time, in the pitch-black sky, to the uncanny flapping of wings.

A more terrifying sound appeared.

The Plague Flies, still attacking ferociously, looked up to see the boundless black swarm surging in.

Fist-sized Mire Wasps with sinister stingers... finally reached the battlefield.

Over sixty thousand, forming a fearsome insect swarm.

Madly piercing down from midair like arrows.

Zing zing zing~

Pfft~

In high-speed flight, the ten-centimeter long needle-like stingers violently stabbed into the Plague Flies' bodies.

These monsters, with stingers, secreting venom, harboring germs, did not have the pain-immune traits of the Wetland Lizard-men.

The venom pierced into the body, and the soul-searing pain erupted, like flesh being churned from within by a mixer.

In agony, the Plague Flies screamed maniacally, fiercely swinging their stingers and biting with their mouths.

Attempting to counterattack.

Although the Mire Wasps were high-level, their thin bodies meant they would fall immediately if hit.

Casualty count instantly multiplied.

Yet their overwhelming numbers meant that these casualties had virtually no effect on the swarm's size.

With the Wetland Lizardman Warriors

Even as they became utterly outmatched, the Plague Fly numbers rapidly dwindled to under a hundred.

Just as Lear planned to annihilate them completely.

The fierce battle raged on, with emotions of anger, grievance, brutality, madness… and more, surging towards the Swamp Boggart like a tide.

In the midst of monitoring the battlefield, Lear was highly focused.

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