Lear's heart trembled after reading Haggs' attributes, and his gaze became intensely fiery.

Three 3-star skills, five special professional skills, and Qi Blood as high as 12,000 points!!

The second talent - Body Control.

He has absolute control over his own body, able to mobilize all his muscular strength and operate with precision.

Combined with the Regeneration Talent, mixed with a full set of skills...

His combat strength is off the charts.

In comparison, the Plague Fly General, also at Level 12, only has 3500 Qi Blood.

Although the opponent is powerful, compared to Haggs... it's nothing worth mentioning!

No wonder he was favored by the Demigod Will and yet had his head taken off!

So fierce, unbelievably fierce!!

This is what it means to switch to Cold-blooded Cavalry, enhance one's potential, activate the second talent, and achieve top-level combat strength through multiple enhancements!

This transformation pushed Haggs to the pinnacle of 3-star potential, making him the undisputed strongest combat force in Weilu City.

A trump card in hand!

Comforting.

But when he came back to his senses, he felt a certain happy distress.

Cold-blooded Cavalry is strong, but the resources needed to nurture it are immense.

Haggs' transformation was based on devouring hundreds of corpses...

After some thought, he inquired of Haggs.

"Does an ordinary Cold-blooded Cavalry consume as much as you do?"

The Level 12 hero shook his head.

"Sovereign, an ordinary Cold-blooded Cavalry requires about a hundred corpses to train... I command stronger power than others, so I need more."

As a hero unit, his transformation is naturally beyond the comparison of ordinary Wetland Lizard-men.

Lear's inner emotions slightly eased.

That's manageable, otherwise, it would've been a lot of work.

However, considering the combat strength of the Cold-blooded Cavalry, the cost seems insignificant.

As they chatted, Bain, the Mud Swamp People hero, hurriedly approached.

"Sovereign, the corpses have all been transported to the Swamp Treant... should the Flesh Butcher devour them immediately?"

Lear replied in a deep voice.

"I'll go over right away."

Having witnessed the Plague Fly General's combat capabilities, he gained new insight into the role of high-level combat power.

He needs to awaken the Divine Life as soon as possible... In two months, they will face a fiercer and more powerful adversary - the Flying Dragon.

That terrifying life form is Level 16, ten or even a hundred times stronger than the Plague Fly General!

Previously, he thought about encircling and killing it with the army... but after this battle, he abandoned that idea.

A flying Giant Dragon can't possibly engage in a positional warfare with them.

Even if all the Wetland Lizard-men were transformed into Cold-blooded Cavalry, it might be impossible.

At the Swamp Treant, over two thousand corpses were piled into small mounds.

The corpses of these Level 6 units hold an exceptional abundance of flesh energy.

The harvest this time exceeds the total of several days of previous hunts.

Without a head, the Flesh Butcher lay quietly on the ground, like a deep abyss beast that has never awakened.

Approaching slightly, one could immediately feel the soul-penetrating oppressiveness it exudes.

Lear gestured, allowing the Swamp Treant to move the corpses near the Flesh Butcher.

The moment the corpses hit the ground, a faint crimson energy emanated from it, enveloping them.

The flesh dried and crumbled quickly, turning into mere fragments.

Once in the range, the corpses were devoured in the blink of an eye.

It was like adding firewood to a furnace.

The aura from the Flesh Butcher intensified as more nutrients were added, with the crimson energy deepening.

Soon, more than two thousand corpses were devoured completely.

The aura of the Flesh Butcher soared to its peak.

Lear could clearly sense it was only a step away from awakening.

His heart began to race with excitement.

He turned to the last corpse... the Plague Fly General.

With a wave, he had the adjacent Wetland Lizard-men carry the corpse into the range of the crimson energy.

Then, he seemed to recall something, and with a thought, took out the newly acquired 3-star Treasure - Evil God's Eye.

With a testing mindset, he walked forward.

But as he approached, a strong suction directly drew the eye away.

He could see the Evil Eye, like a red-hot steel bead falling into snow, directly melting into the Flesh Butcher's body.

At that instant, a crisp glass-breaking sound echoed in his ears, a crack!

Its momentum surged, and an indescribable evil aura covered the sky.

The silver moonlight instantly dimmed.

It was like a great evil being crawled out of the Abyss.

Lying headless on the ground, this stitched and grotesque lifeform suddenly trembled violently.

It began to stand up slowly!!

At that moment, everyone around felt a chilling dread down their spines.

They watched intently at the Flesh Butcher with wide eyes.

Under their gaze, the wicked creature slowly turned to face Lear.

Lear could distinctly sense the Flesh Butcher looking at him.

Even though it had no head!!

Its invisible gaze, like a blood-red sun suspended in the sky, was so intense and manic.

"My Lord!"

A hoarse, thunderous yet ethereal voice echoed around them.

Afterwards, this fearsome being, fused with a strand of Divinity by the Half-Fishman God, knelt on one knee in the most humble posture.

Paying homage towards him.

Without a head... it can still speak?

The backs of the Wetland Lizard-men were drenched in cold sweat; today's experiences have truly broadened their horizons.

Lear stared straight at this terrifying lifeform.

Its neck resembled the bare stem after plucking fruit, covered with large patches of scabs.

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